I Transmigrated Into a Farming Sim, Turns Out It Was a 18+ Game-Chapter 13: The Mayor’s Request

The morning sun crept through the cracked wooden blinds of Eren's farmhouse, slicing across the floor like judgmental fingers pointing at the half-unfinished compost pile inside his kitchen. It stank. It hissed. It was... progress.

Eren, half-asleep and fully done with life, stared at it over his bowl of bland porridge.

"This better be worth it," he muttered, spoon tapping lazily. "I'm literally fermenting trash in my house for a future I'm not even sure I signed up for."

[DING!]

[New Notification: Compost Quality Upgraded – Tier 2 Soil Enrichment Unlocked!]

"Oh. Well, never mind. Totally worth it."

It had been about two weeks since the nightmare-fantasy fusion began. Since waking up in this godforsaken hentai-breeder-disguised-as-a-farming-sim world, he had somehow managed to avoid any physical entanglements with the ever-suspiciously-hot women around him. Mostly by running. And locking doors. And, occasionally, pretending to be deaf.

He sighed and looked out the window.

Rows of budding crops stood proudly under the sun. Lettuce, onions, some tomatoes, even experimental wild herbs he hadn't identified yet. The fields were slowly taking shape—Eren's field of dreams. And eventual cash.

But before he could pat himself on the back, a knock echoed at the door.

Knock knock knock.

Eren raised a brow. "If that's another suspicious elf girl asking for 'seed donations,' I swear I'll launch myself into the river."

He cracked open the door, only to find an older man standing outside. Round belly, gray beard, and a deep purple sash with a gold sigil–a stalk of wheat wrapped in a vine.

The man gave him a curt nod. "Good morning, young man. You must be Eren."

"...That depends," Eren said cautiously. "Are you selling something?"

The man chuckled. "Not quite. I'm Mayor Rhun. I run this village, and I've heard about your farm."

"Is that so?" Eren opened the door a little more. "I didn't think anyone was paying attention. I've been... staying low."

The mayor stepped inside uninvited, looking around with the professional gaze of someone who'd sniffed a thousand council hall carpets. He didn't even flinch at the compost pile.

"You've cultivated quite a bit of land in a short time. Impressive. Especially for a newcomer."

Eren tensed. Compliments usually came with strings in this world.

"Why are you here, Mayor?"

The old man turned, folding his arms. "There's a regional farming competition in two weeks. Farmers from nearby villages gather to compete. Best crops, best soil quality, highest yield, creative use of farming techniques–you get the idea."

Eren frowned. "And?"

"And I want you to represent our village."

Eren blinked. "You want me–the guy who just learned composting from a glowing textbox—to go up against people who've been farming since they could crawl?"

"Yes," Rhun said flatly.

"That's crazy."

"It is," Rhun admitted, "but sometimes, crazy works. You've managed to get Tier 2 soil within two weeks. That's faster than even Garrick. You're using new techniques. You've got energy. And we haven't won in years."

Eren folded his arms. "What do I get out of it?"

The mayor smiled. "If you win, you'll be granted permanent land rights—your farm will be officially registered under your name. Plus a gold bonus."

That caught his attention. "How much gold?"

"A hundred."

Eren almost choked. That was more than enough to build a proper barn, upgrade tools, maybe even hire help. Or buy half the village and name it Erenville.

Still, his instincts screamed caution.

"There's no catch? No hidden hentai clause where I have to—God forbid—marry the daughter of the seed commissioner or something?"

The mayor blinked. "...What?"

"Never mind. Long story."

Rhun straightened. "You don't have to decide now. But the village has faith in you. Well, the ones who aren't scared of your robot assistant."

Eren sighed and glanced over at Lira, who stood by the fireplace polishing gardening shears like a silent terminator-maid.

"...They're not wrong."

Rhun offered a firm handshake. "Think about it. We're rooting for you."

Eren didn't return the handshake. He watched the man leave, then slumped onto the chair with the dramatic flair of a man caught between ambition and common sense.

[System Prompt: Side Quest Offered – Enter the Village Plant Competition. Rewards: Permanent Land Rights + 100 Gold. Time Limit: 13 Days]

[Accept? Y/N]

He stared at the prompt.

This could be it. The first real step toward building something permanent. Wealth. Status. Independence.

Avoiding horny women via locked gates and sturdy walls.

"...Fine," he muttered, tapping [Y].

[Quest Accepted.]

He groaned and stood up, stretching his back like an old man.

"Alright. Time to go full farmer mode."

Lira turned toward him. "Shall I deploy advanced growth accelerants, Master Eren?"

He blinked. "You have what now?"

"They are ethically safe... mostly."

He scratched his jaw. "We'll save that for the final week. Let's try honest work first."

She tilted her head. "Very well. Should I disable the flame-throwing scarecrow function, then?"

"...What the hell kind of tools did you come with?"