Monticci looked at himself, pleased at his chiseled abdominal like a marble statue. In his previous life, he hadn’t exercised much, but ate restrictively hence the abs. His genetics allowed him to stay at around 15% body fat without much discomfort.

The guards had chased him out for some reason unbeknownst to Monticci. He thought that he was too handsome and thus too dangerous to let in town in case he tries something funny like bedding someone’s wife. Ah, he and his straight, smooth brown hair, too good for this town.

His brown eyes stared at the sun setting and thought: danger, danger, night is coming. He looked at the medieval town and the surrounding river, intersecting the town; the roads entering and exiting. A despondent sigh escaped his lips.

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Monticci looked at his hands and dug them into his pants to find some seeds, a bizarre thing to be in pockets. He decided farming isn’t so bad. Right? Just dig some dirt and plant some seeds. Boom! Farmer! Whoozers!

Monticci dug some dirt and planted them. Instantaneously, the seeds started to sprout. “What kind freaky super GMO plant is this? This can’t be safe to eat right? But this is a somewhat magical world. Huh… freaky!”

The plants grew and grew. They rapidly flowered, revealing green wheat. They released pollen rigorously before rapidly rotting away.