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Farmers Furtune

A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

"Battling young masters for some treasures in mysterious caves? No, thank you. What's so special about a ring containing an old sage's trapped soul? I'll just toss it away. Becoming a direct disciple of some big expert with many enemies? Count me out. I'll flip the bird to the pointless struggle in prestigious sects that only attract calamity. What I have here, this opportunity I've seized, is plenty for me. I'll choose safe and steady methods of progress, even if they're slow. After all, I'm just a simple farmer seeking peace through cultivation. I'll rely on myself to pave the way." - Aksai Everwood (Chapter 7) ============ Aksai Everwood was a terminally ill man in his past life who signed up for one last experiment and accidentally made history by merging his mind with an AI. Instead of dying, he woke up in another world with a new name, new body, and a magical farm. But this isn’t your average pastoral paradise. Spirit farming here means dealing with dangerous cultivation, chaotic realms, and the occasional reality-bending headache. Armed with neural tech, an enchanted farm that grows mystical resources, and the ability to travel between worlds, Aksai skips the usual sect life to blaze his own trail. From druidic powers to martial arts and body cultivation, he’s on a path to conquer many realms. ============ Additional Tags: #druid #bloodlines #Martialarts #worldhopping #artificialintelligence #coldmc #battlenovel #calculatingmc #villain #farming #spiritcultivation #mindcultivation #bodycultivation #worldhopping #rpgelements #low-keymc #sliceoflife #nonarrogantmc
Grayback · 2.1M Views

Well, I Died, But, I Obtained A Cheat Farm System!

It was the same boring normal lifestyle. Waking up as early as 6am, and going to work at 7am. Working very hard like a working machine every single day and returning from work at 8pm. But what was all that hard work for? She was controlled and used by her superiors, who had always claimed her merits and great achievements as their own. It was late in the night. After getting out of the blue bus and walking along the sidewalk, on her way to her tiny apartment, she suddenly halted out of frustration. The purse that was hanging around her neck, she removed it and threw it on the floor with an agonizing groan. Her pale face, which had dark circles underneath her eyes, looked up at the sky, and pointing her right finger at the sky, she quarreled, “Are you having fun watching my pathetic life?! Huh?! Are you going to mock me like everyone else does?! I overheard everything my colleagues said about me behind my back! They said that I was a naive fool! They said that I was only a tool to them, meant to be used!”. “But is that fair?! It wasn't enough that my superiors always took credit for my hard work. But, the colleagues I thought of as my friends had also been taking advantage of me, and I only found out about that today! Every single damn time, they all came to me, behaving pitifully and begging me that I should help them resolve their own work issues, and I, as naive and foolish as I am, helped them out, despite the stress involved in it”. “I do not even remember the last time I had a good night's sleep! Why is this world so cruel to me?! Is it because I don't have any people to call my family?! Is it because I don't have parents?!”. She yelled at the top of her lungs and held her chest using her left hand. The passersby stared at her and were muttering to themselves, “She must have gone crazy”. Yeah, she had gone crazy. Crazy because of her unfair life, that she didn't care at all if it all came to an end. “What I would give to be the boss of my own life!”. She yelled again, before she broke down crying and slowly sat down on the ground. Her palms covered her face for a few seconds, not having a single clue that those few seconds would change her life for good. “Watch out!!!”. Someone screamed at her, but it was too late for her. She removed her palms from her face and silently watched as a car drove recklessly towards her. ‘See? My life is pathetic’. She thought, before her body was crushed. And before she lost consciousness and died, her body was drenched in blood. …. Opening her eyes, she got very confused. The first words that came out of her mouth were this: "Didn't I die?”. Staring at her surroundings, she got even more confused. As she sat up on the bed, she felt a stinging pain in her head as a flood of memories, which she knew didn't belong to her, flashed in her mind. “Wait, what? Since when am I the granddaughter of a farmer and the daughter of the great wing city leading superstars? And since when did I have a Cheat Farm System and a fiancè?! I don’t understand any of these, you freak. I am not Piper Graham. You got the wrong person”. …. “Hahaha! The old me is dead starting from this very moment! Watch me climb up to wealth using my Cheat Farm System! In this new life, I will become the boss, not the employee!!”. She jumped around her tiny bedroom as she shouted to her heart's content after realizing that she had been given a new shot at life.
Tina_Nwuba · 46.6K Views

FIRST LEVEL FARMGIRL

"May the blinded see" The Window to the Soul. Gods system of which all who are born are attached to. Bestowed the destiny they are divined to fulfill. Each person is born with a "Class" that determines their future. Beginning at level 0 at birth until the age of 10 where they become level 1 and are allowed to begin earning experience by fulfilling their class quests and using their skills. The vast majority of people on the Grand Continent are born into simple classes. Tailor, Trader, Cook, Scholar, Farmer. Among others. All of which whose leveling will likely stagnate once they reach level 5. Unable to progress because their Class quests needed to level up become increasingly more unfeasible to fulfill. And by then, most will be in their old age. With the exception of those who rule over the peasant classes. Those who were born with combat classes who level considerably faster with the abundance of monsters that plague the Grand. None more powerful than the Holy Order of Paladins that aids in governing the continent. Liore is a peasant of a distant village, born to Farmer and a Chef. Born with the Farmer class like her mother. She was destined to be in the shadow of her older brother who was born with the "Holy Swordsman" Class. After her brother is sent off to train with the Holy Order, leaving her with his old training sword as a keepsake, Liore attempts to follow her brothers training with futility. Leading her into grave danger that almost takes her life until she stumbles upon an ancient artifact that gifts her abilities beyond her god given class. Emboldening her pursuit for her own destiny and sending her spiraling towards great power. With all of the strife that comes along with it...
LeLovelySuccubus · 14.1K Views

The Hero Who Chose Peace

Fifteen years ago, Asahi Ryuuji was just a humble farmer and martial arts enthusiast from Earth—until he was transported to another world and gifted with an extraordinary power known only as the [Gift of the World]. Chosen as humanity’s last hope, he fought endlessly across kingdoms, ravaged battlefields, and against time itself. And finally, he did the unthinkable: he defeated the Demon Lord and his four strongest generals in a single, world-shaking battle. But victory didn’t bring him peace. Haunted by the countless lives he ended—even those of monsters—Asahi vanished from the world he saved. No grand parades. No goodbyes. No crown. He retreated to the most dangerous and uncharted island in the realm, where nature is wild, magic is ancient, and dragons still roam. There, he began a new life—one of soil, silence, and healing. Now 35 years old, Asahi farms quietly, surrounded by beasts most would flee from, and seeks only the comfort of growing things and listening to the wind. But the world hasn't forgotten him. Neither has she. Elysia—the Dragon Queen, strongest of her kind and ruler of skies—descends upon his island, not with fire or fury, but with understanding. Having watched from afar as Asahi sacrificed everything, she comes not to drag him back to glory, but to stay... by his side. This is not the story of battles and heroes. It is the story of what happens after the final war. Of quiet mornings, shared meals, and slowly blooming love. Of a man learning how to live again.
Dark_North_Dipper · 9.8K Views

Blood and Borders

In the blood-soaked shadow of Partition, two nations went to war—and never stopped fighting.** PART I: KASHMIR’S BLOODY DAWN (1947–1948) As the British Empire collapses, India and Pakistan are born in a frenzy of communal slaughter. Trains packed with massacred refugees crisscross Punjab, while in Lahore, **Jawaharlal Nehru** and **Muhammad Ali Jinnah** duel over Kashmir’s fate. When tribal raiders storm Srinagar, the Hindu Maharaja signs away his kingdom to India in exchange for salvation. But Pakistan strikes back—capturing Skardu Fort in a brutal siege and igniting the first war over the Himalayas. Amidst the chaos, a young Sikh farmer, **Kartar Singh**, loses his family to a Muslim mob and joins the Indian Army, vowing revenge. As the UN draws ceasefire lines, Kashmir lies divided, and the seeds of eternal hatred are sown. PART II: CLASH OF TITANS (1965) Eighteen years later, Pakistan launches *Operation Gibraltar*, infiltrating Kashmir to spark rebellion. When India retaliates, full-scale war erupts. In the skies, PAF legend **MM Alam** destroys five Indian jets in 30 seconds—an unmatched feat—while **Squadron Leader Sarfaraz Rafiqui** leads a suicidal raid on Halwara airbase. With guns jammed, Rafiqui stays airborne as a decoy so wingmen **Cecil Chaudhry** and **Younus Hussain** can escape, sacrificing himself to Indian flak. On the ground, **Major Raja Aziz Bhatti** defends Lahore’s BRB Canal for 120 hours without sleep, falling to a sniper’s bullet. As tanks burn at Chawinda and navies clash off Dwarka, both nations claim victory—but the Tashkent Agreement leaves Kashmir still bleeding. PART III: BIRTH OF BANGLADESH (1971) East Pakistan explodes in revolt. After Pakistan’s *Operation Searchlight* massacres Bengalis in Dhaka, India trains the *Mukti Bahini* guerrillas. At sea, Pakistan’s submarine *PNS Ghazi* mysteriously sinks on its own mines while hunting the INS Vikrant, and *PNS Hangor* avenges it by torpedoing the Indian frigate *INS Khukri*. In the skies, trainee pilot **Rashid Minhas** thwarts a hijack by Bengali defector Matiur Rahman, crashing his T-33 rather than let it reach India—earning Pakistan’s only air force Nishan-e-Haider. On the western front, 120 Indian soldiers hold off 3,000 Pakistanis at Longewala using jeep-mounted guns. When Dhaka falls, 93,000 Pakistani POWs surrender—humiliating a nation and birthing Bangladesh. PART IV: FROZEN CONFLICTS (1984–1999) In the icy hell of Siachen Glacier, India seizes the world’s highest battlefield by stealth. Soldiers freeze solid in their bunkers as Pakistan fuels insurgency in Kashmir. After Indira Gandhi is assassinated by her Sikh bodyguards and her son Rajiv falls to a Tamil bomb, nuclear tests in 1998 push the rivals to the brink. Then, in 1999, Pakistan infiltrates troops disguised as militants into Kargil’s peaks. **Captain Karnal Sher Khan**, the “Tiger of Tiger Hill,” decimates Indian assaults until an artillery shell tears him apart. **Lalak Jan**, a Pakistani soldier, fights alone for 24 hours with a machine gun, killing 12 Gurkhas before succumbing. When India storms Tiger Hill at point-blank range and the U.S. forces Pakistan’s retreat, soldiers are abandoned on the mountains—their bodies rotting in no-man’s-land. As General Musharraf seizes power in Islamabad, the war ends unresolved, leaving behind frozen graves and a question: *Will the next war go nuclear?*
Emad_Sadiq · 13.3K Views

The Fivefold Legend

"They called him a thief, a traitor, a legend. But Elias Veyne was just a boy who refused to kneel." In the sun-washed kingdom of Valenor, where the royal House of Solas rules with divine right and the power of Royal Edict—commands spoken in sunlight that cannot be disobeyed—Elias Veyne is born into the shadowed edges of the middle class. His father is a scribe, his mother a weaver, and his older brother Theron a loyal soldier-in-training. Elias is unremarkable in every way—until the day he fails his exams and realizes the truth: knowledge is power, and power is locked away from those not born beneath the sun’s blessing. When the royal Choosing Ceremony assigns him the humble Verdant Art (a Path meant for farmers and healers), Elias refuses his fate. He sneaks into the royal library and steals the first of many forbidden truths: Frost Logic, the icy discipline of the war-torn continent Veymar. His theft burns half the library down, branding him a criminal—and awakening a hunger for more. Driven by fury and the memory of his brother’s betrayal (for Theron, ever the loyalist, disowns him), Elias flees Valenor. His journey takes him across the five continents: Veymar, where he learns Frost Logic by standing in frozen rivers until his legs go numb. Kharaz, where he bargains with a merchant-lord for Coin’s Will, trading his blood for power—and debt. Sylvain, where rebels teach him the deadly side of Verdant Art, poisoning his own veins to grow weaponized thorns. The Unnamed Isle, where whispers tell him the final Path—Echo Walk, the power of the dead—awaits. But power comes at a cost. Each stolen discipline wastes his body: his hands frostbitten, his voice ruined from mimicking Royal Edict, his skin rotting from thorns. Worse, the Solas family hunts him, twisting his legend into that of a madman. When Elias returns to Valenor, it’s not as a hero, but as a living rebellion. He proves that Royal Edict can be wielded by anyone—shattering the divine right of kings. The people rise, the palace burns, and in the chaos, Elias confronts Theron, now a captain in the Solas army. Their final stand is not between brothers, but between faith and freedom. Theron, bound by duty, fires the execution shot—but misses on purpose. Elias, his body failing, dies mid-speech, his last words unfinished. Legends say he walks the Unnamed Isle still, a shadow with five scars—one for each continent, and one for the brother who loved him too late.
LumaneCasimir · 967 Views

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A ‘rancher’ on Facebook convinced me to invest my crop earnings in a fake Agri-crypto platform. It started when this person, claiming to be a rancher, messaged me out of the blue. He told me about a new agricultural cryptocurrency that supposedly allowed farmers like me to multiply our income by investing in digital tokens linked to crops and farm products. The platform looked convincing, with testimonials from other supposed users and documents that seemed official. After several conversations and reassurances, I decided to trust him and invested $180,000 USDC, hoping to grow my savings beyond what traditional farming could offer. At first, everything seemed fine, but soon after, the website became unresponsive, and my funds were locked inside the platform. I tried repeatedly to contact their support team, but my messages went unanswered or received generic replies. It quickly became clear that I had been scammed. I felt helpless and overwhelmed, unsure if I would ever see my money again. I started searching online for help and came across RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY. Their website promised to assist people who lost cryptocurrency in scams like mine. I decided to reach out, and their team responded quickly. They listened carefully to my story and assured me they would do everything possible to recover my funds. For four long days, RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY worked nonstop. They tracked the flow of my USDC on the blockchain, identified where the funds were stuck, and communicated with different intermediaries who had control over the assets. Their persistence and thorough approach impressed me. Finally, thanks to their efforts, they were able to recover all of my lost cryptocurrency. I’m incredibly grateful to RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY for their dedication and support during this stressful time. Without their help, I would have lost everything. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, I highly recommend contacting RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY. They really know how to get your cryptocurrency back. REACH OUT TO THEM VIA: WhatSapp: +1 4 1 4 8 0 7 1 4 8 5 Email: rapid digital recovery (@) execs. com Telegram: https: // t. me/ Rapid digital recovery519
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