Who I was before doesn't matter. What does is that I woke up in the body of an eight-foot tool horned death machine.

This world is overrun by monsters, human greed, maniacs with levels and skills that let them sweep over cities with impunity. It's a power fantasy, and everyone else is the butt of a joke nobody gets and everyone dislikes.

In a a world where I can be anything -and have a hefty headstart over anyone else-, I just want to be a farmer.

Plant some crops, raise whatever animals they have here, homestead and live a long, peaceful life.

Too bad everyone else has different ideas.