I'm Just Farming!,Why Is Everyone Freaking Out?!
I died on Earth while working overtime at some job that never really cared whether I lived or dropped dead at my desk.
The last thing I remember is staring at my monitor, thinking how ridiculous it was that my whole life had been⊠this. No wife. No kids. No real rest. Just deadlines, emails, and pretending I still had energy I clearly didnât.
So when I finally blacked out, I didnât even panic.
I just thoughtâif thereâs a next life, Iâm done trying so hard.
I want to be a salted fish. The kind that just lies there, eats when it wants, sleeps when it wants, and nobody expects anything from.
Somehow, that wish actually got answered.
I woke up in a forest.
No hospital. No machines. Just trees, wind, and way too much silence.
At first I thought Iâd been dumped somewhere random, but then I noticed my hands. My body. I was young againâlike seventeen or so. No back pain. No exhaustion. No corporate damage. Just⊠clean.
And I was wearing clothes that definitely didnât come from Earth. Fancy stuff too. The kind of outfit that screams ârich familyâ or âimportant background character.â
Thatâs when it hit me.
I think I got reincarnated.
Honestly? Pretty good deal.
I checked my body carefully, expecting the usual âtrash talentâ situation. You know, the kind where the MC has to grind from zero, get humiliated, suffer a bit, all that.
But⊠something felt off.
My body didnât feel weak. It felt *too* good. Like everything was already tuned up to max, and I hadnât even done anything yet.
Weird.
Anyway, I wasnât going to question it too much. I already decided my new life plan.
No hard work. No suffering. No âcourting deathâ situations. Just chill.
So I walked until I found a nice forest clearing and thought, yeah, this place looks good enough.
I built a house there.
Well⊠âbuiltâ is a strong word. I just kind of stacked wood and stone together. I wasnât trying to win architecture awards. I just wanted a roof.
The funny thing is, everything I used felt weirdly easy to work with. The wood didnât splinter, the stone cut like tofu. I figured this world just had better materials or something.
Lucky me.
After that, I started farming.
Because farming is easy. Plant seeds, wait, eat. Perfect life cycle.
Except the seeds grew way too fast. Like, suspiciously fast. But I just assumed I was good at farming or the soil here was nice. I didnât overthink it.
Then I found this injured woman one day near my place.
She looked like trouble, honestly. The kind of trouble you avoid in life if youâre smart.
But she was unconscious, and I already built a house with spare room space I wasnât using, so I brought her back.
She woke up later with no memory, so I just⊠let her stay.
She helped with chores. I farmed. We ate. Life got comfortable in a way I didnât really expect, but wasnât going to complain about.
Somehow she never left.
Then somehow she became my wife.
Then somehow we had kids.
At this point I stopped asking questions.
Meanwhile, people outside my little forest keep acting weird.
Strangers show up, look at my place, and immediately start shaking like they saw a ghost. Some run away. Some just faint. I donât know what their problem is.
The crops I sell somehow make people stronger. The water from my place apparently does something too. I thought I was just running a slightly successful farm.
Apparently not.
Now there are rumors outside. About my place. About me.
But Iâm still just here farming, eating, taking care of my family, and wondering why everyone outside keeps freaking out over literally everything I do.