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 stood on the thousand swords boat and looked at the approaching Wolf Fang Mountain with a heavy heart. He was very clear that the sacred sect was going to fight with their lives on the line this time. However, he had no other choice. If you attacked them, they would naturally fight you to the death. Therefore, Zhao Hai had already thought it through. He couldn't rush the attack. He had to stabilize the attack and attack one area at a time. He couldn't attack from all sides. If he did that, he would consume even more energy. What they needed to do now was to attack the wolf Fang Mountain first and take it down so that their Army could have a corner.


  At this time, Wen Wenhai came to Zhao Hai's side and cupped his fists to Zhao Hai, " &Quot; boss, everything is ready. We will reach the lone wolf Peak of the wolf Fang Mountain after walking for about a hundred miles. That is the first place we chose to attack. &Quot;


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