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

  After a series of loud sounds, the entire world fell silent. Then, two figures stood in the sky. Both of them were slightly injured, but it was not a big deal. The bodies of the two giant beasts had already fallen to the ground.


  Two rays of white light shone on the two of them, and their injuries were instantly healed. The two of them quickly turned to Zhao Hai and bowed, " "Thank you, foster father (father)."


  Zhao Hai nodded. &Quot; not bad. You did well, very well. Have a good rest. We're going to have a big battle in a few days. &Quot; The two of them replied. The mist Dragon moved and went straight into the ground. Sheng Xiao returned to Zhao Hai's back.


  Zhao Hai turned to look at the others and said in a deep voice, " &Quot; alright, you can all go back now. The next step is to deal with the Yi gate. Make your preparations. &Quot; &Quot; Yes, sir! &Quot; everyone responded and turned to leave.


The counterattack of the gate of will (1)