Lord: Start by Buying the Elf Queen for One Copper Coin

When Ron, a graduate student at the College of Agriculture, opened his eyes, he transformed into a bankrupt farmer on the border of another world - three acres of wasteland, two shabby houses, not a single penny, plus the tide of undead that poured out of the swamps in the north on time every autumn. Farming? How could he, a majestic man engaged in molecular breeding, face the loess and turn his back to the sky, waiting to die? Unexpectedly, the soil that was casually improved hit the light element in the earth's veins, and overnight the ordinary rye grew into golden ears with its own holy light. The undead stepped into the wheat field, and the rotten legs were sizzling and smoking; a handful of wheat grains were thrown out, and the bone beast exploded the skeleton on the spot. System activation: [The agricultural revolution is in progress. Current crop: Holy Light Wheat. Combat power: low-level undead nemesis. "So, as long as I plant the entire border with Holy Light crops... What does the Undead Scourge mean?" While others built magical weapons, he improved the curved shaft plow; while others practiced forbidden magic, he studied cross-breeding and composting strains. The deacon of the temple came down to inspect. He spread out an acre of golden wheat field, eight holy light peppers, ten spiral corns and a newly planted apple sapling: "They are all in this three-acre field, you can check it as you like." When the swamp cracks completely exploded and an overwhelming wave of undead poured into the north, all the kingdoms were in despair. Ron slowly opened the system warehouse. Ten tons of Holy Light wheat flour were neatly stacked, five hundred corn popping bombs were piled into a hill, and thirty sacks were filled with chili powder. "Um... Who wants to order the god-level peashooter? It's first come, first served."