The Farmer's Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket - Chapter 1185 - : Brainwashed

An unknown disciple from a small sect battling against the strongest in the cultivation world! The long journey working at cultivation, the realization of destiny and the chance to reach the apex of the world.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. Zuo Mo is a zombie faced low level cultivator in a minor sect of a little world. Ever since he was picked up by the sect leader two years ago, he has no memories of his earlier life except a recurring nightmare. Navigating the rigid class structure and intricacies of the cultivation world, as one of the lowest possible of the lowest class, Zuo Mo’s dream is to earn money, and lots of it, through being a spiritual plant farmer.

A chance occurrence reveals that someone powerful had changed Zuo’s features and erased his mind. The money grubbing zombie decides to set out on a journey of cultivation to find out answers. Fate colludes with chance, the drums of war are beating, the ghost of his past is coming… …

- Description from novelupdates

Bai Zishi has an extraordinary sensitivity to jade since he was a child.
By chance, he came to a place with the same technological level as the earth,
There are no women on this planet, only orcs who can transform and sub-orcs who cannot transform.
Orcs defend their homes and evolve with gems, and the most powerful gemstone is emerald.
This led to the birth of a noble profession in the Boya Continent-the Stone Gambler!

Content Tags: Different World Continent Farming Culture Traveling Through Time and Space Ability
Search keywords: Protagonist: Bai Zishi, Vincent Karen Garcia ┃ Supporting role: ABC in the world of orcs ┃ Others: orcs, domineering

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

The Republic of San Magnolia.