Chapter 2: I Am Not Farming That
When Junseo opened the rickety wooden door of the cottage, he was half expecting to see a horde of orc women in lingerie waiting outside.
Thankfully, the only thing waiting for him was a sunrise so offensively peaceful it felt like an insult.
The village—if it could even be called that—was a handful of small homes scattered between rolling hills and wildflower fields. A wooden fence barely kept a few lazy goats from wandering off. Smoke curled from chimneys. Birds chirped like this was some perfect countryside sim.
Too peaceful. Suspiciously peaceful.
"Morning wood detected," Lira announced helpfully from behind him.
Junseo stumbled on the step, nearly faceplanting. "WHAT?!"
"Ah. Disregard. I meant wooden stairs. Translation sync at 87%."
"Fix that. Immediately."
"Understood. Recalibrating anatomy vocabulary."
He muttered curses in Korean under his breath. "This world better have coffee."
[Quest Received – "First Day, First Farm!"]