A Beloved Wife in Marriage - Chapter 297 - : Happy Marriage, Madam Jiang

I reincarnated with e*otic game skills, but this is apparently an apocalyptic dark fantasy. I can’t die, so I tried to save the world with e*otic game skills… “Saint! Save us!!” “Saint! Save us!!!” People keep calling me a saint.

“After finding himself transported into a vastly different existence, a man wakes up not as a mogul or heir, but in a modest mountain life with only a younger sibling and six acres of farmland for company. Accompanying him is a miraculous farming system that transforms his simple life into an incredible adventure.Initially hesitant to accept his new role as a farmer, he soon becomes engrossed by the system’s perks. Planting seeds yields $8000, while harvesting crops brings an additional $10,000. Moreover, unique rewards make this occupation surprisingly profitable. Astonishingly, all transactions are in dollars, rapidly increasing his net worth to $10 million. Farming, unexpectedly, becomes an extraordinary endeavor.His life is peaceful, immersed in nature’s beauty and the rhythm of rural living. However, tranquility is broken when a group, including a captivated woman, discovers his farm. They are amazed by his well-tended watermelons and by him, raising questions about his serene life. What secrets does this encounter bring, and what adventures await beyond his mountain retreat?”

The ordinary 18-year-old Edo, during a nighttime walk, finds himself in a fantasy world where he gains a mysterious power that could shape his destiny.

“We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”

As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.

“Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—

—hoping to see you once more.”

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