[Blurb]
After six years as a harbinger of slaughter, Mo Wen decided it was time to retire and find somewhere uninhabited.
But one wrong step, and a plant's sharp branch pierced her chest. When she opened her eyes again, she was forced to inherit a rundown forest.
"Thank you very much for voluntarily sacrificing yourself to the magical plants of Morgana. Your sacrifice will be praised for all time."
Mo Wen: Voluntarily? Sacrifice? Let me give you one more chance to choose your words carefully.
Bound by a life-for-life pact, Mo Wen was determined to find out what was going on.
She'd planned to build a little cabin in the forest and live there anyway. Now she'd just picked up a dilapidated house that leaked dirt through the roof all day and fell over if you pushed it...
Not that far from the plan.
Growing flowers and plants? It's not like I'd ever killed one before. )
The village chief said the villagers were a marginalized group driven out and despised by others, and that they were all barely scraping by.
So Mo Wen, who had once slaughtered anyone who stood in her way, put on a smile, took on a dozen jobs, and set out on the happy road to rebuilding the village.
Only gradually did she realize that the flowers and plants she'd worked so hard to grow were actually animal feed? )
The villagers dropped the act too: We were just hungry!
Mo Wen: Don't make me slap you first thing in the morning (just kidding).
And there's a handsome older guy with a limp. He seems pretty nice...
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[Reader's Guide]
A laid-back farming story. There's no world to save, just people helping one another and trying to survive.
Light fantasy, with a very loose setting.
A proactive, responsible little ray of sunshine × a kindhearted, all-rounder little angel.
[Next Book Preorder: Close Combat Is Just My Hobby] Bows, bows!
At the fifth Mecha League, which introduced a team event for civilians, a rookie suddenly appeared and defeated a competitor backed by powerful connections. She advanced and became a temporary teammate to the prodigies of Xiyao Military Academy.
The whole internet tried to dig up dirt on a girl called Lin Zhao. How could a dump of a planet so poor it couldn't even afford starship fuel produce someone like her?
On the battlefield, Lin Zhao stood among a group of well-equipped military cadets with her patched-together old mecha. Her suit even bore ads for commercial sponsors she'd slipped in on the side.
"Kind of hilarious. Screenshotting this for posterity."
"She's a bit pathetic, but! As long as she's not an ugly royal kid, I'll adore her!"
"As long as she doesn't drag Xiyao Military Academy down, I'm fine with her. I'm very tolerant."
But once the fighting began, Lin Zhao grappled with mechas and dismantled them on the spot, turning equipment worth hundreds of millions into a heap of parts in an instant.
The Federation's trending searches immediately crashed:
#LinZhaoMechaSlaughterhouse#
#InvestigateTheEducationOnThatDumpOfAPlanet#
#HowToElegantlyBurnACapitalistsRetirementFund#
Later, the Federation Mechanical Association issued a Level Two alert. A mysterious virus had infected most of the Federation's machinery, and citizens were asked to clean and maintain their equipment.
While people were still trying to figure out how the machines had become infected, Lin Zhao paid out of pocket to run ads on the Star Network:
"Professional repairs! Cheap and plentiful!"
"It didn't go through? I said I can fix it!"
"Hello? Anyone there? Is there a blocked word or something?"
Shen Jiming frantically deleted posts behind her: The culprit should just keep their head down and behave...
Premise: Helping one another
