I'm Named After a Goddess, Yet I Farm in Another World

I transmigrated and died for reasons I can't understand. But the goddess before me, who shares my name, knows how I died and won't tell me.

And what's with this ten-pull draw?

Are you telling me to farm in another world?

Staring at the hoe in my hands and the field before me, I fell silent.

Of course, none of that is the real problem. The real problem is all this fluff covering me. What the heck!

A boy wearing a pink rabbit pelt stood in the field, shrieking. Beside him was an adorable little girl, as delicate as a doll, staring at him with a predatory gaze. "Heh. What an interesting monster on the lands of this Demon King."