The System Says I Have to Grow Medicinal Herbs in the Future

Other people’s Systems are flashy and powerful, conquering the stars and the universe. Mu Lanyin’s System took a sudden turn in style: “Host, you need to go plant medicinal herbs. There are still 1,803 kinds of medicinal plants waiting for you to tend to them.”

Resigned, she picked up the little hoe provided by the System and started tilling and sowing, bent over the fields beneath the blazing sun.

She wanted to pilot a mecha. She wanted to soar through the stars. She wanted to... But all her dreams came to nothing as she stared at the idle farming robot, too stunned for words.

Under the System’s tyrannical rule, in this great interstellar age, she was still farming by hand. They called it “getting a rich and plentiful harvest by doing it yourself.”