Lord: My System Refreshes Every Week

In the seventeenth year of traveling through another world, I became a lord and prepared to lie down until death. The system was belatedly arrived at this time. The first week, when it asked me to make a dinner. I completed the task curiously because it was simple. The second week, when it asked me to till an acre of farmland. I completed the task with confusion because the territory needed food. Week three, when it made me clean up poop on the streets. I completed the task angrily because the streets stunk so much. The fourth week, when it asked me to rob the kingdom's caravan carriage. I was desperate to complete the task as the system took over my body.