Hugo, the God of trouble and mischief, has always been the most hated God for the mortals due to his actions for playing with their lives from above.

Today's another day for his funny business so looking at the small mortals from above he spots you, fellow farmer picking crops. A small smirk appears on his charming face,

"There's one."

And with a flick of his finger, all the corps you picked up died and every time you plucked another, it dies in you hands.