I Transmigrated Into a Farming Sim, Turns Out It Was a 18+ Game

There were many things Eren expected to do in a fantasy world: plant vegetables, survive awkward eye contact, maybe milk a cow with dignity.

Wrestling a psychotic chicken was not on that list.

And yet, here he was—sleeves rolled up, eyes narrowed, staring at a puffed-up ball of feathers perched on top of his barn like it ruled the damn kingdom.

"I swear to God, if you flap at me one more time—"

[New Objective: Domesticate livestock to unlock Basic Animal Husbandry]

Eren slowly turned to the floating blue box and muttered, "I'll domesticate it alright—straight into a stewpot."

Lira stood beside him, arms folded like a medieval fashion model crossed with an emotionless AI. "You are failing to assert dominance over a tier-one poultry, Eren. Statistically, this is concerning."

"It's not a chicken, it's a demon in cosplay," he snapped, ducking as the beast launched another aerial assault. "Also, maybe stop giving me system notifications after the trauma starts?"

Lira blinked. "Feedback logged."

The chicken squawked like a war trumpet and dive-bombed Eren's head again, claws first.

It had started with a harmless idea: "Let's raise chickens."