Duncan discovers that he has transmigrated into another world and taken on the life of a farmer. Yet it doesn’t take long for him to realize that this is less a true transmigration than a grand simulation. Like a player switching roles in a game, he is able to assume a “Human Form” with countless possible identities.

——"Manure Fork Mastery: Your background and childhood work on the farm have made you proficient in using the manure fork, surpassing other weapons. When fighting with a manure fork, significantly increase in critical hit, backstab, attack speed, etc. No one would pay too much attention to a farmer holding a manure fork."
——"Combat Bar [Stab]: You have not received formal combat training, and the only combat technique you are proficient in is a single move, stab."
——"Combat Bar [Roll]: You often fought in your childhood, and thanks to that, you have mastered some rolling and dodging techniques. However, it's not always effective, at least not against those with quick reflexes."

She looked at Bert standing before her, with a faint smile on her face, and said, "Who is this?"


Someone snatching business right before her eyes?


The F46 district has just begun immigration, with currently only a hundred thousand people, poised to grow to over five hundred thousand. She was preparing to make a bold move and open up the market.


It's a time when various forces haven't carved out their territories yet; getting a head start would mean quicker success later.


Don't they understand 'first come, first served'?


Bert caught the faint smell of engine oil under the perfume she used to cover it, his gaze lingering momentarily on her full bosom, seeming pensive. No wonder he couldn't persuade Duncan; people from the Mechanical Divine Sect don't play fair, using beauty to lure such young and vigorous men.


Chapter 362 - Chapter 5: Greasehead_2