Chapter 1

  Opening my eyes, I found myself standing on my feet. My head was already lowered, and I was looking down, like a child confronting his mother after realizing his mistake and knowing she was going to yell at him.

  Looking down, my eyes caught sight of something unusual—there was no proper ground beneath my feet. Actually, I couldn't even see my feet. Around and beneath my feet was a white space, like clouds covering the area, as if I were standing in the sky. I couldn't even tell whether I was wearing shoes because I didn’t feel anything in my feet. In fact, I wasn't feeling anything in my body at all. "That's strange… what happened?" I thought.

  Suddenly, my eyes shifted toward my clothes. These weren't my clothes. Looking at what I was currently wearing, I noticed I had on a plain white T-shirt and plain white long pants. It looked like a night suit, but it wasn’t.

  Realizing that I had been looking down all this time, I tried to raise my head—but I couldn't. My head was stuck in place, locked downward, making it impossible for me to move. It felt as though my head didn’t even exist, as if it wasn’t part of my body. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't feel any movement or muscle contraction. "Why can't I move my head?" I wanted to say, but even though my mouth was open, I couldn't form a single word.

  "You can raise your head."

  As I was trying to understand what was happening to me, a voice echoed. It was a strong voice, like that of an honorable warrior. It also sounded like an old man, maybe in his sixties.

  Hearing the voice, I tried to raise my head again, and to my surprise, I was able to do so successfully this time.

  The moment I looked forward, my eyes landed on an old man sitting on a large throne. He looked to be around seventy years old. I was never wrong about my guesses. His face was well-defined, without any beard, and he had a strong square jaw. His long white hair flowed backward over his shoulders, just like some godly character in movies and anime. It was a simple but good-looking hairstyle. Despite his age, he appeared quite strong—his face was free of wrinkles, and his body was muscular.

  I realized that my gaze was fixed on him—I couldn't move my eyes left, right, up, or down, nor could I blink. Then, suddenly, I remembered my last memory.

  Yes… I had definitely died.

  Actually, I had already been thinking about the possibility that I was dead. I mean, it was easy to understand—I couldn't move without his permission. Then the man in front of me must be the one who would decide what would happen to me next.

  But what I didn’t understand was this strange feeling.

  I should be sad because of the way I died, yet I didn’t feel anything. Why…?

  Was I even breathing? I focused on my breath and realized that I wasn't. I wasn't breathing at all.

  "You are getting another chance to live again, so choose."

  He spoke in a hard yet calm tone, gazing at me with a normal expression, though there was a hint of seriousness on his face.

  Suddenly, I felt a sensation in my throat and mouth.

  "Ah…" A sound escaped my lips. I understood that he had just given me permission to speak.

  But instead of focusing on his words, I spoke carelessly with a smile.

  "So, you’re God, huh…?"

  Hearing my words, his expression changed rapidly. I hoped he wasn’t angry because of that. I thought about what I had just done, fully aware of the consequences.

  After my idiotic response, he simply gazed at me with a mix of surprise and seriousness.

  "I am."

  He replied instantly, confirming his identity. He looked at me with a hint of curiosity.

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  I was confused. What should I say next? He was God—that was the only thing I had wanted to confirm. But now that I had my answer, I didn’t know what to say to him. After all, I was actually afraid of gods. We all know how powerful they are.

  "Choose…"

  He—I mean, God—spoke again, quickly and loudly, reminding me of his earlier words about a second chance. But what exactly was I supposed to choose? He hadn’t given me any options… Oh, I get it.

  "Ohhh… Okay, I choose!" I replied nervously without even thinking, knowing I had made a mistake.

  Hearing his voice, I suddenly felt fear creeping in. But when I thought about my last moments—when I died—I felt nothing at all. Like it was nothing. Why…? I was still thinking about my death. Well, it was death—how could I even forget? And it was a bad one.

  Suddenly, a single tear fell from my eye. I hadn’t even felt it forming or dropping, yet I knew I had just cried. But there was no emotion inside me.

  Seeing that tear, the old man who called himself God—well, I was still skeptical—looked at me.

  My eyes remained fixed on him, as if I were staring at something extraordinary. I had never looked at someone like this before—not even a girlfriend… Well, not that I had one.

  "So, you chose, huh? What did you choose, then?" he asked.

  Though he hadn’t actually explained what I was supposed to choose, I knew he was doing it on purpose.

  "About the second chance."

  I replied nervously again, forcing a small smile as I tried to find the best answer to appease him.

  He continued to gaze at me with his serious expression. It was hard to tell if he was angry, but he definitely looked serious.

  "You are already dead. But as another chance, I am going to send you to another world. You have two options. First, if you want special powers or a wish, you won't be reborn, but you will be teleported with your current body. Don’t worry about the language barrier. Second, if you choose to be reborn as a baby, you won’t get any special wish or power, but you can choose the family you’ll be born into—a noble family, a king’s son, or something else. The world I am sending you to is a magical one dominated by swords, magic, demons, and gods. So, choose wisely."

  Hearing this, I decided to believe he was truly God—his power was undeniable.

  "So, if I choose to be reborn as a king’s son, I can’t ask for anything else, right? But if I want a wish, I’ll just be teleported into the new world with my current body?"

  "Yes. So choose wisely."

  I started thinking about the kind of life I wanted. Suddenly, I was able to move my head up and down. I guess even God started feeling awkward after seeing me stare at him continuously. Or maybe he just wanted me to think about my future properly.

  Lowering my head, I thought deeply about my choice. I couldn’t even recall my death—it felt like God had blocked that memory to make me focus on my future.

  After considering all the possibilities, I made my decision. I wouldn’t let greed take over. I would choose the life I had always dreamed of.

  "Arthur, don't make the same mistake again," God says in a serious yet sympathetic tone.

  After hearing this, I raised my head, trying to look at him. But the moment I saw him, my body was stunned. All my thoughts suddenly stopped, and my vision started to blur. My arms and legs moved in shock, as if my body had suddenly been released, making me lose my balance. I tried to steady myself by moving my arms, but I realized I was falling backward. Raising both arms in the air, my remaining vision faded as well.

  ……………

  My eyes closed completely, knowing I was going to fall backward. I braced myself for impact. Surrounded by darkness from all corners, I found myself continuously falling—without ever hitting the ground…

  "Your wish to become a magical farmer has been granted."

  "To become a magical farmer, you have been given an SSS-rank farming system. Since you know how games work, I designed this system according to this game, so you will find it easy to use."

  "In addition, you have been granted the gift of all world languages."

  "I wish you luck, Arthur."

  "Ahhhhh…!"

  My eyes snapped open in shock. I found myself standing on the ground, lowering my head again, just like before. My face was covered in sweat, and I was gasping, unable to breathe properly—like I had just run several marathons without training. Of course, I hadn't done anything like that, but my current condition felt no different.

  Suddenly, new memories started flooding into my brain.

  SSS-rank farming system.

  Out of nowhere, I received all the information about my SSS-rank farming system—how to use it, its abilities, everything. I realized that God had already granted my wish without me having to ask. My wish to become a farmer and live the life I had always dreamed of was fulfilled. To help me with farming, he had given me an SSS-rank farming system, just like in a game.

  Without wasting any time, I tried to steady my breathing. I was still looking down, hoping to control my breath somehow. But now, knowing everything about the SSS-rank farming system that God had gifted me, my eyes shone with hope. A smile formed on my face—I was truly happy for my new life.

  With that thought, I raised my head, looking forward to the new world where I would live and farm…

  But before I could fully lift my head, I noticed something strange. The ground I was standing on looked dark.

  Too excited about my new life, I hadn’t paid much attention to it before. But now, as I raised my head completely to look at the new world before me, my eyes widened in shock.