[On the day games invaded, everyone else drew legendary gear, while Yan Qingshu drew a hoe.]
[The System called her a useless domestic player, so she turned the wasteland in a dungeon into the granary of all worlds.]
[When the BOSS tried to harvest humanity’s emotions, she hacked the Heavenly Dao’s backend and turned it into a frontier farm.]
Games descended upon the world, and dungeons began appearing everywhere. Natural disasters, swarms of insects, palace intrigue, wastelands, and interstellar battlefields came crashing down in turn.
While everyone else entered dungeons to grind monsters and flee for their lives, Yan Qingshu was busy checking the soil, calculating work points, and handing out seeds.
An evil god in a deserted village wanted sacrificial offerings?
She tore down the temple and built irrigation channels, then handed the villagers hoes. “Why worship a god when you can worship yield per acre?”
The imperial capital forced a secondary female character into palace intrigue to compete for the emperor’s favor?
She opened the Imperial Food Office and established a bureau for female officials, turning the contest for favor into an agricultural performance review.
A ruined city was so short of food that people fought over it?
She built granaries, introduced work points, and set up purification fields. Even the villains were put to work hauling bricks.
The interstellar insect race invaded?
She laid out ecological zones and opened agricultural trade stations. After reading the contract, the insect queen fell silent. “You expand even faster than an insect swarm.”
At last, the Heavenly Dao supercomputer could take no more. It activated the Bad Ending route across all worlds, forcing everyone back into their scripts of gruesome death.
Yan Qingshu hefted her hoe and asked with a cheerful smile:
“Who says the main plot has to be all tragic romance, corruption, and sacrifice?”
“Starting today, the main plots of all worlds are changing.”
“If you want to live, get in line for seeds!”
