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 was right. This was indeed going to be a tough battle. Ever since the bewitching God Empire's fleet had formed their Army, they had experienced similar tough battles. When they were fighting against the evil spirit sect, they had not experienced such tough battles. After all, the evil spirit sect had sent too few battleships. Although it would cause them some trouble, they had never experienced a battle like today, where they were evenly matched.


  It was because of this that Zhao Hai decided not to interfere. The bewitching Empire's Army needed a tough battle, especially their fleet. Zhao Hai was very clear that after this battle, the bewitching Empire's fleet had truly grown.


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