Ming Yu

If he wanted to boss around, he could do whatever he wanted. I would continue to farm, but if he tried to attack me, then he would not live to see another day.
Zhao Hai was a shut-in until he was transmigrated to another world with a farm and taken over the body of a fallen noble. The land that the noble had was one that could not grow anything. He also had a fiance who was the heir to a principality. To make matters even worse, he was talentless in martial arts and magic where he couldn’t even learn both.
“So what if I can’t do magic? I have my farm. Let’s see you try and attack me! I’ll let my bugs out to devour all of your military rations! I’ll put pesticides in your water source and grow weeds on your land! Let’s see you try and attack me after that!”
“What? You’ll hire assassins to kill me? Try and do that when I’m hiding inside my farmhouse. Once that is over, I’ll rid your country of all your food sources! Your citizens will come after you instead of you coming after me!”
The shut-in had a slightly foul personality. This is a story of how he, and his farm, became a nightmare to the people of a world of swords and magic.

Living In Another World With A Farm

  Qi mo laughed bitterly. He really did not know how those people who thought that Zhao Hai wanted to control the desolate race would react if they heard Zhao Hai's words. In their eyes, Zhao Hai was a Supreme figure, but in Zhao Hai's eyes, he was nothing. It was a sad thing.


  Looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. Qi mo suddenly thought of this phrase. But to be honest, he also felt that the desolate race did not need Zhao Hai to lead them.


The arrival of the attack (1)