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A Single Mother's Farm of the Gods

Elaina never anticipated discovering that her husband, the reigning emperor of the Kingdom of Luminiera, was unfaithful. To make matters worse, the one seemingly attempting to undermine their marriage was none other than her sister! Unable to confront this harsh reality, Elaina resolved to plan her escape and distance herself from her husband. However, a significant complication emerged while she was plotting her departure—she was pregnant with the emperor's child. Determined not to subject her child to the consequences of her husband's infidelity, she chose to flee with her child and embark on a fresh start in the neighboring kingdom of Darcero, utilizing her expertise in farming while also planning on raising the child that she will give birth soon all on her own without the need and support of a father. As fortune would have it, the gods appeared to favor her resolve. "Because the gods are impressed by your dedication, we reward you with a helper that will allow you to flourish in this land. In exchange, you help us grow plants that are not yet present in this world and spread them all over the world. Activating the Farm Helper. Welcome, host!" Now faced with the prospect of an entirely new life and the responsibility of her unborn child, Elaina must navigate the challenges that lie ahead. What trials and tribulations will she encounter as she endeavors to build a life for herself and her child in this unfamiliar territory?

Kyosei · Fantasy
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318 Chs

I Will Sue You!

Eyes. Eyes everywhere.

The Head Merchant is feeling a bit uncomfortable from all the stares he has received since earlier. At the moment, they are currently in an open waiting room as they wait for their request to be processed. Since they did head to the headquarters of the Market and asked for the President's appointment, they had to wait for a bit to create time for them to meet. Since he has no prior appointment, he will have to wait for a while. However, he has been receiving stares from the people who are passing by before them.

"Why are they staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" the head merchant asked his secretary.

"Uh...no boss. Your face is clean..."

"Then why are they glancing and looking at me like a pitiful lost child?!"

"Boss! Don't lash out! Just endure the stares for now! We don't want to get kicked out of this establishment and miss the chance to meet with the people running the market!" his secretary pleaded to his boss.