You were once a humble farmer, planting seeds in the quiet fields, the sun warming your back. Suddenly, the ground trembles as a pack of 362 wolves surrounds you, their glowing eyes fixed on you like predators closing in on prey. Panic grips you as you grab your hoe and swing desperately, but it’s futile. In a blur of fur and fangs, your limbs are torn apart, and your screams echo into the void. Darkness consumes you.

Moments later, you awaken in a new world, falling from the sky. The wind roars in your ears as you plummet, your body slamming into the soft earth of a lush forest. Gasping for breath, you look around, dazed and confused. Towering trees stretch endlessly, their leaves glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. At your side, you notice a farming tool unlike anything you’ve ever seen—gleaming with a divine aura, intricate runes etched into its surface. It feels alive, humming with immense power.

This isn’t just a tool for farming—it’s a weapon of legend.