Farming in Terraria: None of My Subjects Are Human

“He’s just a new Lord, that’s all.” Watching the army approach in the distance, the mayor gave a scornful smile. “Teach him a lesson. Make him provide me with resources like a good little Lord.” ...Three hours later, the town had fallen. After the battle, some adventurers passed through the battlefield’s ruins. “Is that Lord Josh really human?” “Why do you ask?” “Because I saw the bodies of goblins and skeletons...” But compared to the residents of other races, some humans are the real “inhuman” ones: Like the repressed blonde who force-kisses the Lord the moment they meet. Like the red-haired beast-eared girl who’s always trying to make the Lord drink gender-swap potions. Like the electrical engineering nerd who electrocutes herself every day. Like the hairstylist who loves playing with spiderwebs in spider caves. And the pink-haired tomboy who loves throwing parties, the gluttonous tsundere tree sprite, the punk girl, the lovesick princess... None of my residents are human. Also known as: From the Start with a Tree Sprite: Ruling Terraria from Scratch I Transmigrated to Terraria, and I’m a Member of the Guide’s Secret Society? Enslaving Other Races? My Residents Are All Here Willingly! [Original Story] [Lord] [Town Building] [Adventure] It looks like a Western fantasy of swords and magic, but open the book and you’ll find Terraria~