[Splitting water/farmer water/hoe water/flower shovel/food supply water] One day, the world was destroyed.

The streets are overflowing with monsters and all civilization has stopped. The moment you think the world will be destroyed like this, an unknown system appears and people begin to awaken.

Yes? My occupation is not a warrior, a wizard, or a healer, but a farmer?

The only weapons that can be used are a hoe and a flower shovel.

“At least ask for phlegm!”

Garam hit his head on the wall.

Among the many jobs, I was so sad that I was a farmer, but in the meantime, a crazy person carrying a pet flower pot followed suit.

“This flower pot, save it.”

“How do I do this? Even farmers cannot save dead plants!”

“still, save me. Or do you want to die?”