Corporate life was hell. So when I died and got isekai’d? I did what any sane person would do: I said ‘no’ and walked away. No prophecies. No saving the world. No ‘chosen one’ nonsense. Just a guy, a plot of land, and a dream—to live free and farm in peace. …Except I have no idea how to farm. Turns out, ditching capitalism for agrarian life isn’t as easy as it sounds. The soil is garbage, the local wildlife wants me dead, and magic? Yeah, that’d be helpful—too bad I don’t have any. But you know what I do have? Spite. If I can survive corporate, I can survive this. Probably.