The Barbarian Is Surprisingly Good at Farming

I died after being struck by lightning because of a goddess’s mistake. When she offered me a new life as compensation, I wished for a sturdy body and a peaceful life of farming...... “I never said I wanted to become a barbarian!” Not only that—I became the barbarian farmer of a tribe destined to be wiped out by the Great Famine in six months. I could not afford to die again, so I had better start by tilling a field. [You have harvested a Muscle Potato.] But the crops I grow are anything but ordinary. The warriors who eat my potatoes grow stronger, and the once-starving tribe flourishes by the day. I only farmed to survive, yet before I knew it, I had become a High Chieftain commanding the strongest barbarian legion. “Advance on the Empire by order of the High Chieftain!” Wait. Why are we invading the Empire? Guys, put down the axes. I just want to farm in peace! — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Barbarian Is Surprisingly Good at Farming — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠