I’m the Only Farmer

I transmigrated into the body of a healing farm owner.

The problem is, if I want to keep living here, I have to become the strongest person on the continent.

Another problem? All my competitors are heavy-hitting rankers in combat classes.

And I’m just a simple farmer who only knows how to gather.

But seriously, how are they worse at this game than a mere farmer like me?

[Preview]

"You're telling me... to become the emperor of this kingdom."

Belsus slowly chewed over my words.

He was the game character I had chosen as my partner. A beggar mercenary who, with my help, was destined to eventually ascend to the throne.

Naturally, I expected him to exude his usual pushover energy and thank me profusely, just like always. But...

"I refuse."

"What?"

"I like things exactly the way they are."

It was the first time this pushover had ever defied me.

When he said those words, Belsus was sitting across from me at the dining table in my farm cabin, sharing a meal.

...I really should have noticed right then that the bastard had a crazy look in his eyes.

"I truly loved living like this in your house. Because it felt like we were a married couple. Secretly, I liked to think of us as husband and wife."

I told you it was a boarding arrangement, you crazy bastard.​

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