After the Wicked Female Beastkin Focused on Farming, Her Beast Husbands Begged Her to Take Them Back

Sang Mo transmigrates to the interstellar era and opens her eyes to find herself exiled to a garbage planet.

F-rank mental power, a useless female, and five beast husbands she's thoroughly alienated.

A start so bad even a dog would shake its head.

Sang Mo: Divorce. We have to get divorced! Whoever refuses is a little dog!

But her five beast husbands won't have it.

The mermaid wants to swish his tail, the fluffy one wants her to pet his ears, a fox tail curls around her calf, the fire phoenix offers her a feather, and the black-haired, golden-eyed one is already lying in bed.

The other four: ?!

Have you no shame?!

Sang Mo says nothing and walks off with a hoe over her shoulder.

The beast husbands: ?

No one can stop her from farming!

No water on the garbage planet? She digs a well.

No soil? She improves it.

No spirit plants? She grows them!

Today she plants spirit vegetables, tomorrow spirit fruit, and the day after that, she has a little farm.

The garbage planet where not even birds used to leave droppings becomes a lush oasis in her hands.

Her beast husbands line up at her door:

"Sang Sang, I'll help you water the plants."

"Sang Sang, I'll help you loosen the soil."

"Little Jasmine, I'll help you catch the bugs."

"Momo, I'll warm your bed... I mean, warm the soil."

"Momo, I... I can do anything."

Sang Mo doesn't even look up:

"Don't step on my seedlings, don't steal my vegetables, and don't get in the way of my farming."

The beast husbands: Farming? What farming? Plant us!

Sang Mo: ...Get lost.