The world system was at a loss. Ever since the humans of Earth had created a special electronic device to stop trucks before they could hit people on the streets (read: supply the world system with victims.) the transmigrator quota had not been met!
And now, the only transmigrator who still lived and breathed wanted to become a mini farmer and to take care of gnomes!
Well, the world system was not going to stand for this!
"Mike!" She yelled with the fury of a woman who had to call her husband when he was supposed to be by her side and give her a foot rub.
She really shouldn't have let him pick his own doctor for the castration. Mike was sneaky, and Martha was considering divorcing the sucker.
Oh, if only his tongue was not as nimble as a hurricane…
"Yes, honey?" Mike asked, in his human form, wearing tight-fitting black leather clothes, pants and vest, and Martha was pretty sure that there was no underwear underneath.
