[Farming] [System] [No Simping] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Build High Walls, Stockpile Grain, and Bide Your Time] [Ancient Famine]
Chen Mo opened and closed his eyes, only to transmigrate to a famine-stricken ancient era.
Transmigrating to a famine-stricken era was bad enough, but winter was just around the corner. What kind of joke was this? Was there no way to survive at all?
And if winter was bad enough, what was this about the original owner being worse than a beast?
Just as Chen Mo was about to break down, the System's voice rang out in time.
[Ding! Daily Fortune-Telling is now available.]
[The Host can fulfill the predictions to obtain Talent Blind Boxes...]
Chen Mo: System, can I control food flying around now? What kind of talent is this?
Chen Mo: Wait! System, what do you mean, rice mountains raining down from the sky?
Chen Mo: What the heck? I can make meteorites fall from the sky too? Am I some kind of prodigy?
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