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

  Zhao Hai really didn't have any good ideas. The law of the cave abode was the most penetrating law among all his laws. If even this law couldn't break the flame, then there was no way to break it.


  But what else could he do without penetrating the laws? Zhao Hai couldn't help but frown. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He had thought of a way to get close to the fire.


  Space. Zhao Hai had a space. He could use it to get close to the fire, or use the space to bring the fire into his space.


  After thinking for a while, Zhao Hai decided to use the spatial space to bring the fire into it. This was the safest way because the power that rushed out of the fire was not weaker than the power of law. It was already a headache for Zhao Hai. Even if he went close to the fire, he might be in danger. However, if he used the spatial space to bring the fire into the spatial space, he would be fine.


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