Chapter 13: The Mayor’s Request
The morning sun crept through the cracked wooden blinds of Eren's farmhouse, slicing across the floor like judgmental fingers pointing at the half-unfinished compost pile inside his kitchen. It stank. It hissed. It was... progress.
Eren, half-asleep and fully done with life, stared at it over his bowl of bland porridge.
"This better be worth it," he muttered, spoon tapping lazily. "I'm literally fermenting trash in my house for a future I'm not even sure I signed up for."
[DING!]
[New Notification: Compost Quality Upgraded – Tier 2 Soil Enrichment Unlocked!]
"Oh. Well, never mind. Totally worth it."
It had been about two weeks since the nightmare-fantasy fusion began. Since waking up in this godforsaken hentai-breeder-disguised-as-a-farming-sim world, he had somehow managed to avoid any physical entanglements with the ever-suspiciously-hot women around him. Mostly by running. And locking doors. And, occasionally, pretending to be deaf.
He sighed and looked out the window.
Rows of budding crops stood proudly under the sun. Lettuce, onions, some tomatoes, even experimental wild herbs he hadn't identified yet. The fields were slowly taking shape—Eren's field of dreams. And eventual cash.
But before he could pat himself on the back, a knock echoed at the door.
Knock knock knock.