Farming My Way Out of Doom

Once you draw the sword, you’ve got to cut something.

If I’d made up my mind, I had to act immediately.

“First, I need to find some land to farm.”

What’s the best part about being a rich villain?

Spending money like crazy.

I could probably pick any fertile land across the country.

Humming to myself, I scrolled through Seong Chanyeong’s contact list.

Thankfully, the phone I’d thrown earlier was still working perfectly fine.

“Oh? As expected.”

There it was.

A contact saved as Underling 1 (Secretary).

Clicking my tongue at the ridiculous naming sense that perfectly reflected Chanyeong’s personality, I called the number.

‘…I’m kinda nervous.’

Ahem. Ahem. Mic test.

Like earlier with the housekeeper, I cleared my throat and mentally prepared myself.

‘I am Seong Chanyeong… a rude bastard who doesn’t care about manners…’

For someone like me—who literally writes out a script before ordering food over the phone—calling a stranger was stressful.

But I endured it, imagining my future farmland.

The call barely rang before it was picked up.

[Yes, young master. If there is something you require, please let me know.]

The voice was deep and chilling, like it echoed from inside a cave.

My spine tingled.

So naturally, I stuttered like an idiot.

“Uh… yeah, I have something to ask.”

Dropping polite speech with someone older felt incredibly uncomfortable.

My conscience pricked again.

But apparently, it sounded normal enough for Chanyeong.

The secretary calmly asked,

[What would you like me to bring you? Shall I kidnap Seo Eunsu again, like last time?]

Excuse me, what?

This is still the 21st century, right?

You’re just casually offering kidnapping in broad daylight?

I’m not some obsessive psycho lead!

No— even if you are one, kidnapping is still illegal!

Don’t ask it like you’re suggesting dinner options!

“What?! N-no, that’s not it!”

This guy is saying something insane.

If you kidnap Seo Eunsu, I’m the one who dies…

[Then shall I arrange dates with the dominant alphas you’ve taken interest in?]

What fresh hell is this.

Dominant alphas my ass.

“No! Not that either!”

This bastard Chanyeong… he really lived however he pleased.

‘What kind of secretary starts with kidnapping and forced dates the moment you call?’

And those “dates” probably meant setting up meetings with the male leads from the original story.

Most likely under the pretense of “not harming Seo Eunsu,” but actually thinly veiled threats.

No matter how awful Chanyeong acted, his family—the Seong Group—backed him.

The male leads couldn’t refuse him.

After all, if he held a grudge, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to make Seo Eunsu disappear without a trace.

‘That’s why he doesn’t even consider their schedules when arranging dates.’

Completely self-centered.

No wonder he never won their hearts, no matter how many times he tried.

Whether he didn’t realize it or just ignored it,

Chanyeong steadily walked toward his own destruction.

‘I’m never ending up like that!’

Thanks to my sister’s forced indoctrination, I knew the story inside out.

I had to avoid both the male leads and Seo Eunsu at all costs.

[Then what exactly did you call for?]

The secretary sounded genuinely confused.

Trying not to seem suspicious, I spoke carefully.

“I called because I need you to find me some farmland.”

[…Excuse me?]

“Farming. I’m going to farm.”

Nice.

I actually said it.

Before transmigrating, my family ran an orchard.

My parents had seven kids—including me—a rare large family these days.

Among the seven siblings, I was the youngest.

The one with the least say in anything.

Part of the reason was…

I wasn’t part of their original plan.

They had intended to raise six children into capable farmers to inherit the family business.

They succeeded—until I was unexpectedly born.

Despite their precautions, I happened.

I didn’t fit into their blueprint.

On top of that, I had a weak constitution.

Unlike my siblings, I wasn’t suited for farming.

–No, this won’t do. You’ll dry up under the sun like straw.

–Do something else. Anything you want.

That was their conclusion.

My siblings even envied me—

Being the youngest meant I could pursue something other than farming.

But I wanted to farm.

Ever since I was little, watching my family work the land and harvest crops…

I’d dreamed of doing it myself someday.

‘Never thought I’d achieve it after transmigrating into a BL novel, though.’

And on top of that,

Chanyeong’s body—despite being a recessive Omega—was strong and healthy.

Lean muscle, solid build.

Compared to my weak original body, it was practically perfect.

‘If I need more muscle, I can just train!’

Since he was already a terrible person, I decided not to feel guilty about taking his body.

It’s not like I asked to come here.

I’m a victim too.

[…]

Silence hung on the other end of the line.

I panicked slightly and spoke again.

“Hello? You didn’t hang up, right?”

[No. It’s just… your request is quite surprising.]

I could practically hear the unspoken words—

You’re the last person on Earth who’d ever farm.

But what could I do?

I just wanted to live peacefully, farming.

“Have I ever not been unpredictable? So—can you do it or not?”

I added a hint of irritation, pushing him.

He quickly gave the answer I wanted.

[No problem. I will immediately secure farmland to your satisfaction.]

Yes!

“Good.”

[However, as this is an unprecedented request, it may take some time. Would that be acceptable?]

Of course it is.

You’re literally working for me right now.

“That’s fine. Do it.”

[…Understood. I will contact you as soon as it is arranged.]

“Okay.”

I thought the call had ended and put the phone down.

But after grabbing a glass of cold water and coming back—

The call was still connected.

‘What?’

I picked it up again.

“Why didn’t you hang up? Do you have something else to say?”

The reply was unbelievable.

[Excuse me? One of the instructions you gave me when hiring me was that I must never hang up before you.]

The moment I heard that, I immediately ended the call.

While internally calling Chanyeong a complete lunatic.

‘Honestly impressive he never got exposed for abusing power.’

Still, I felt uneasy.

Suddenly talking about farming after showing zero interest his entire life…

And not even remembering his own rules.

Wouldn’t that seem suspicious?

“Yeah… I really need to get out and start farming ASAP…”

Before that, though, I needed to clean things up.

I lay back on the dangerously comfortable mattress and started scrolling through Chanyeong’s messages.

Yep.

This had to be it.

The naming alone gave it away.

I sent a message to that contact.

Calling might raise suspicion after my earlier slip with the secretary.

‘Act like Chanyeong…’

I typed as rudely as possible.

[Hey]

[Seo Eunsu]

[I’ve got something to say to you, so I’m coming to your place tomorrow at 12.]

[Don’t even think about running. It’s important.]

I almost added a cute sticker smashing through a wall—

But stopped.

That didn’t feel like something Chanyeong would do.

Obsessive types probably don’t use cute emojis.

“Okay. That should do it.”

My heart was pounding.

“I can’t believe I have to go apologize to Seo Eunsu on his behalf…”

Ridiculous.

But necessary.

All for my peaceful transmigration life.

As I waited for a reply,

I started going through the rest of Chanyeong’s records.