Mini Farm's Miniature World
Farm pants [Game Paused.] [Acquired 510 points.]
Game Paused.
Acquired 510 points.
This time, I'd only poked around the murim world briefly to dig into my inventory ability, so the points I'd earned were less than half my usual haul. It left me feeling a bit down, but as I gazed at the massive pile I'd accumulated—enough to make anyone's jaw drop—I nodded proudly to myself.
5337, huh... Fuck, no rounding up or anything?
No matter how you spun that "every little bit counts" bullshit, you had to gather enough bits first. At least the points spent on acquiring abilities weren't too steep, so the scraps made some sense. Still, I couldn't help pursing my lips like a sulky kid. With a deep sigh, I got up from my seat.
It was because I'd sensed Park Jisu and Plang's auras coming out of the training room, just like that lunatic who'd bolted from the courtyard while collecting bugs last time. To her, it was just ending the day's training and coming to meet me after spending all day together. But to me, it felt like ages since I'd seen her. I quickly changed into proper clothes and left the room.
Humming a little tune to myself as I headed down the stairs alone, what I saw was Dang Soso sitting primly on the sofa and Park Jisu sprawled out huge, using her thigh as a pillow. Her hair, still damp from washing and not fully dry, and her glossy nape went perfectly with her sloppy posture. My lips curled up without me realizing it.
How can someone be so consistently like that...?
Park Jisu snored away peacefully, and Dang Soso's cool skin seemed to feel so good that she gurgled contentedly, wriggling to bury herself deeper between her thighs.
The one thing that bugged me? Why the hell was Park Jisu's head on Plang's thigh instead of mine? Tilt?
I pouted and glared at Dang Soso, who innocently tilted her head in that cute way, oblivious.
...You're too cute, so I'll let it slide.
With a shallow sigh, I gave up on my plan to play house with Park Jisu and turned to leave. That's when I spotted the stack of A4 papers on the table.
If it were just scrap paper, fine, but Park Jisu's signature round handwriting was scrawled all over with circles, stars, pool hall markers, and every symbol under the sun. My curiosity bubbled up uncontrollably, and I picked up the bundle.
Is this... like review materials or something...?
As I flipped through the pages one by one, my eyes feasted on a parade of game stories and settings. The common thread in the printed content? Classic sci-fi and cyberpunk games. It reminded me of how I'd casually told her to pick a world with a weapon she'd like, and I let out a hollow chuckle while shooting a glance at the deeply sleeping, mumbling Park Jisu.
"Damn, bitch went all out... Heh."
If I'd just picked a game for her, she wouldn't have made a fuss, but... the games marked with tons of stars for "importance" were the ones with barely any female heroines. Her shallow thinking was obvious, and I shook my head.
I couldn't not send her because of my ability, but letting me roam free without restraint risked adding more bitches to the mix...
Still, sweat-stinking shit-tier sci-fi? Come on.
Even so, scoping out info on upcoming games was a must, so reviewing the docs she'd already skimmed first wasn't a bad idea. I grabbed the papers and headed back to my room.
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"Hmm... This one's probably not feasible."
I dumped Park Jisu's papers on the desk and spent a while scouring various genres on the computer. There were just too many games without the abilities I wanted. Scratching my head, I disabled the genre filter on a whim and kept searching.
Suddenly, games of every genre popped up. Starting from fantasy, through murim, sci-fi, and more—persisting through it all—until finally, one game caught my eye. I clicked it, entranced, and scanned the screen.
"Mini... Farm? What a fucked-up name."
The homepage described Mini Farm as a simple farming sim where the protagonist earns money through farming in the real world. But the twist? The farming spot tied right into the inventory-related ability I'd been hunting for. My lips curled up automatically.
"A miniature world, huh... So it goes inside the inventory?"
The game's story was dead simple: An ordinary guy heads to the countryside, picks up a Buddha statue, places it by a flowerpot, and boom—the pot becomes a miniature world. End of tutorial.
If I snag that statue and stick it by a suitable miniature, couldn't I tote all my girls around with me?
The early game tutorial covers after the statue activates, but if I tweaked the entry point...
It looked like it'd play out just as I imagined. Nodding, I downloaded it immediately.
Whether because it was a farm sim or just a third-rate low-spec game, the download bar filled up in seconds. I dismissed the familiar linkage message and started setting entry conditions for the connected game.
To get the statue, before the tutorial... But to account for variables, maybe before the protagonist grabs it and sets it by the pot...?
Just snagging the statue? A day before tutorial start would do. But if the statue's power was one-use and the pot stayed a farm even after stealing it, I'd be screwed.
Finding another game with the right ability was possible, but time was finite. I pushed aside my initial settings, changed the entry to the story's statue acquisition point, and nodded.
"Just grab the statue and bounce. Heh."
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"Mm..."
Entering a new world brought a strange sensation, different from hopping between the old ones. I let out a short groan, took a deep breath to steady myself, and looked around.
What I saw: A rundown rural bus stop that could've seen a village bus, surrounded by a sea of golden sunset fields.
In a world of science and gates, glimpsing nature like this was rare as hell. It felt like the world was silently forcing me—the real protagonist—into farming for some "healing" bullshit. I stuck out my tongue in surrender, admiring the stunning view for a moment.
Was I the type to zone out this hard over nature? Some kinda sage?
A sudden biological revulsion welled up, like when I'd found that giant egg in the gate—something whispering in my head. I brushed off the goosebumps, snapping to attention. Frowning at the world's internal bullshit mechanics, I scratched my head roughly and drew up my mana.
Figures... Fuck, a world pulling this prank is exactly the kinda place where sane folks farm for 'healing' or whatever.
Honestly, no grudge against farming. Rice is Korean staple food—no bullshit there.
But the protagonist just farming? That never sat right...
What ability or item did he get? A Buddha statue letting him travel to another world via a flowerpot.
Sounded like my dimension-hopping power, right? But with that OP shit, all he does is grow veggies, get rich—pure nonsense.
As my mind cleared with mana, a sigh of disbelief escaped.
If I got that power? First: Kidnap hot chicks for my private imprisonment training play. Second: Raid pots for loot and cash.
Plus crimes I couldn't pull in reality without evidence worries...
With those thoughts, seeing the protagonist act brainwashed by the world stirred unexpected pity. I shook my head side to side.