MTL - Farming Space: The Lucky and Lovely Lady Come to Farm - Chapter 8 If you don't accept it, beat it

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.

I am the only person free from the control of the Status Window.

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Just a word from me, and my status window is gone.

To be more precise, an error occurred when I took over the possession of the body.

“Ah, why didn’t the dragon drop a single artifact?”

Thanks to this, I am gradually distanced from humanity.

Lieutenant Jack Fritz is a self centered American man of German descent. He like many joined the United States Navy in hopes of getting an easy life and easy money. In fact getting money and taking it easy is all he has ever really wished for in life.However life seems to have other plans in-store for Jack as he suddenly finds himself at the beginning of World War 3. Though his fight does not last for long as he is suddenly blown to bits by a missile and sent into the afterlife, but instead of going to heaven Jack is dragged to another place where he is given another chance at life by some fiery demon for a price.Having been given no other chance Jack does as the demon says and earns himself life again. Though he doesn't return to his original world, but a medieval one. With no guidance and no higher purpose given to him he simply decides to do the best that he can within this new world of his. This time he will for sure earn that perfect life of his and possibly a lot more.But little does Jack know his fate is not his own and there are many sinister things in-store for him. Also the world he finds himself in is not a safe or simple medieval world, but one beset by dangers from all sides that are already little by little driving humanity towards its extinction.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.