My Nen Ability Is a Farming System

[Thanks to all the lovely readers who subscribed to the official version! Sending you lots and lots of kisses!] My next story will be "[The Phantom of the Opera] Have You Seen My Brother?", a story about a brother and sister. The blurb is at the very bottom. If you like it, feel free to add it to your collection~ Ten years after I transmigrated, a rock hit me and awakened the memories of my past life. The bad news: I’d transmigrated to Meteor City, and even got a brother named Chrollo as a bonus. The good news: My brother is sunny and cheerful, and even cries little pearls. He must just have the same name. Fortunately, after transmigrating, I got a farming System. By raising chickens and growing crops, I not only kept the Phantom Troupe well fed and rosy-cheeked, but also started a food-delivery business and made a fortune. Some customers, though, were particularly difficult: A customer called Hisoka insisted on trading his discount card for a meal. I ruthlessly turned him down. A customer called Little Apple wouldn’t stop pestering me to buy every apple I had, and even called me Little Apple. I ruthlessly blocked him. They even messaged me saying they were coming to find me. When my brother found out, he packed me up and took me out of Meteor City that very night. He said he’d support me from then on. I looked over the troupe members, all of them different heights, and figured my brother had a long, hard road ahead of him as the family breadwinner. Just as I was about to return to my old line of work I unexpectedly spotted my brother’s wanted poster online. Huh? Wait, what? I thought you said it was a traveling troupe! How did you turn into thieves? Reader’s guide: 1. Farming story. 2. OOC, you know the drill. 3. Lots of headcanons. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading right away, sweeties (sorry). 4. Wishing everyone happiness, good health, and plenty of delicious food. "[The Phantom of the Opera] Have You Seen My Brother?" Blurb: After my parents died of illness, I went to live with my uncle’s family. My uncle’s family was poor, but they still made sure I had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear. My cousin had a strange-looking face and rarely spoke, but he secretly carved wooden puppets and slipped them to me. I had seen the warmth and coldness of the world, and knew how to repay kindness. With my first paycheck from the textile mill, I bought him a mask and promised, “One day I’ll earn lots of money and fix your face, brother.” But before I could fulfill my promise, I died the next day in a monster’s lair. When I woke again, ten years had passed I was now a servant in an old castle. I worked during the day and wasn’t allowed out at night. Until one night, someone tricked me into leaving my room. A chill wind swept through the corridor, and the candlelight flickered. The castle’s master, his hands stained with blood, stood on the stairs and stared coldly at me. I instinctively tried to run, but stopped when I saw the mask on his face It was identical to the one I’d given my cousin all those years ago. Theme: Life is a grand adventure. Be brave and keep moving forward; the treasure is right beneath your feet.