Trafford's Trading Club - Volume 10 – Chapter 11 - Death

This novel is also known as Eternal Strongest Sect

This is a story about developing a sect, this is a warm and joyful home.

Not only we have a funny Patriarch, there are also a group of weird disciples with very different personalities.

Come on, youngsters.

Join our sect and together we will let your dreams fly!

- Description from Novelupdates

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.

A game descended upon reality. A dimensional gate opened.

Beasts from the dungeon stared out intently. The human world was in danger.

Fortunately, the whole world awakened to new powers. During their coming-of-age ceremony, everyone had the chance of obtaining new jobs and abilities, such as Knight, Mage and Archer.

Those who awakened battle job classes would become heroes.

Those who awakened other job classes would serve in logistics or become cannon fodder.

Lin Sen awakened the Farmer job class, which was acknowledged as the weakest job class. Aside from harvesting crops and caring for flowers, he would rear cattle and sheep.

Fortunately, he awakened the God-tier Farm System.

Lin Sen decided to plant crops on his own!

On the first day of planting crops, he obtained the seed of the ancient Tree of Life.

Then, he obtained the Nine Leaf Sword Grass, God Binding Vines, Corpse Stench Demonic Vine…Various god-tier plants appeared and shocked the world.

Other people exclaimed, “What job class is this? He can actually clear the final dungeon solo!”

Lin Sen claimed, “I am just an ordinary farmer.”

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”