One day, a message flooded the front pages of every interstellar social channel:
[The Punman Federation's S-rank Sentinel, Li Mingshen, who could slay gods and demons alike, has finally retired!!]
People from the Punman Federation wanted to find him and bring him out of retirement, while those from rival federations wanted to assassinate him. They searched for his whereabouts in unison, only to come face-to-face on Independent Planet No. 13.
Independent Planet No. 13 was one of the few planets that still maintained a near-primitive way of life, independent under the protection of interstellar pirates.
Everyone wondered what Li Mingshen was doing there, until a scout on the front lines sent word.
Scout: Li Mingshen is farming!
Everyone: ?
Scout: ...And it looks pretty tasty too, (lost contact)
Everyone: ??
*
Li Mingshen raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his temple and watched as yet another small starship inexplicably crashed on the horizon.
The rice seedlings he'd planted had grown up to his waist, swaying in the air currents from the crash. The basket at his hip held fruit that had ripened recently: a little tart, and still in need of improvement.
"When will I finally be able to farm in peace..." Li Mingshen sighed, then released his spirit form, a flying dragon, to check out what had happened. He did so with practiced ease.
A hand silently came to rest on his shoulder. The dragon, already half a mile away, abruptly turned back and rubbed up against the newcomer, begging to be petted.
"This time it's the little bugs from the Bee-Ant Alliance. We need to protect our rice and fruit trees."
Li Mingshen brusquely shook off his ex-boyfriend's hand and emphasized, "This is my field."
*
One day, a message once again flooded the homepages of every platform in the familiar way:
[Shocking! The rice cultivated by Li Mingshen has been certified to have the unusual effect of strengthening mental power. It's flying off the shelves, leaving stores empty!!]
Everyone... made not a peep online.
At the market on Independent Planet No. 13, people of every species and residents from every federation, dressed in all sorts of clothes, crowded around a small stall, arguing with near-fanatical fervor:
"I got here first! I have a quota for one bag of rice! Sell it to me first!"
"Yeah, right! I have quotas for two bags of rice and three bags of Baiyin fruit! What scalper are you? Get lost!"
In a quiet corner of the planet, far from all the commotion, Li Mingshen lounged comfortably in a chair under a tree, enjoying the shade.
Someone beside him put a translucent pearl fruit into his mouth, and a cool sensation instantly spread through his mental sea.
Li Mingshen: Ah, I really do love farming most of all.
[A decisive former federation general and Sentinel who only wants a peaceful life x an interstellar pirate leader and Guide with troops at his command who only wants to wait for someone to keep their date]
*Includes a rekindled romance after a breakup
*Very little fighting, just an occasional diversion from daily life
Theme: Keep walking the path toward your dream, and face your true self
