The Years at Farfa Manor [Western Fantasy]

- As an unlucky soul forced to transmigrate with the times, he woke up one day to find himself the demon lord Farfanor, in another world. He had lost his old name, his past, and almost all his memories. After digesting his knowledge and emotions, Farfa, who looked fifteen and was not yet two hundred years old, gazed at the barren land before him and the moldy-smelling castle, and fell into deep thought. Well, since things had come to this, he might as well start farming. But the vast expanse known as the “Paddock” was full of plague, fog, and swamps. The animals were rabid, the plants poisonous, and even the wandering souls were covered in toxic sores. In short, it was hardly a pleasant place. Souls who made contracts with devils, however, were protected from harm. This was the perfect time for autumn recruitment… no, for recruiting people! And so he began a cycle of finding people, putting them to work, then finding more. When the castle filled up, no problem, he built a village. When the village filled up, no problem, he built a town. By the time work-obsessed Farfa finally looked up and thought to sum up his experience, a prosperous city bearing his name, famous throughout the Paddock, lay at his feet. Its bright lights illuminated the eternally gray, leaden sky of the underworld. ** The young devil wore an amused smile as he bent forward slightly. Three hounds stood beside him. His cloak trailed on the ground, yet gathered no dust. He bowed to the souls trembling in fear and despair, bewildered and uneasy. “I am Farfaday, the lord of this place. This is the Paddock, the first and last world souls reach after the bodies God shaped from clay have perished. Sinners, put aside your anger and wailing, and offer me your loyalty. You will find peace and a full belly. You will have everything you need to survive in this world, as long as you are willing to abandon that useless salvation, as fragile as a piece of driftwood.” But this still wasn't enough. He thought. Whether it was ambition or desire, he would always achieve his goal, no matter how many hardships lay ahead, even if he never returned, even if no one had ever promised him any destination at all. Reader's Guide (Please Read) 1. This is my take on the mysterious, not-quite-typical farming and construction genre, with a nontraditional food angle. The fantasy setting is entirely made up. I'm just writing for fun and going wherever the story takes me. 2. I don't update daily. I'll follow the site's ranking schedule when I'm on one, and update when I can. Updates are usually after 9:30 p.m. If there isn't an update, I'll pin a comment to the top. I'm saving recommendations for later. 3. Western fantasy, the Western kind, with cyberpunk white-people food (lol). Please read a little first to see if it's your thing. You can't please everyone. If this flavor of white-people food isn't for you, just leave. Don't make things difficult for yourself or the author. No writing advice, please. If you've read this far, you know it's white-people food, so don't complain about the author just because it's not to your taste. 4. That's all. Wishing every reader a pleasant reading experience, success on your exams, a promotion, wealth, and a big lottery win! 5. The main story is complete and being revised. The extras are in progress. Theme: Building a beautiful new home