I’m the Only Farmer

I possessed into a healing farm owner.

The problem is, to keep living here, I need to become the strongest on the continent.

Another problem is that all my competitors are bigwig rankers in combat classes.

I’m just a farmer who only gathered crops.

But how can you be worse at the game than me, a farmer?

[Preview]

“You’re telling me…… to become the king of this country.”

Belsus slowly chewed over my words.

The game character I chose as my partner. He was a beggar mercenary, but with my help, he’ll eventually rise to the throne.

Naturally, I thought he’d gush with his pushover energy as usual, saying how grateful he was, but—

“I don’t want to.”

“What?”

“I like things the way they are.”

The moment the pushover defied my words for the first time.

When he said this, Belsus was sitting at the dining table in my farm cabin, eating a meal with me.

……I should have realized back then that this bastard’s eyes had gone crazy.

“I really liked living like this at your house. It felt just like we were a married couple. I secretly thought of us as married.”

I said it was lodging, you crazy bastard.