-rpg- -crotch- We Have No Rice- -magical Farming Survival Rpg- -

The world ended not with fire, but with a burp.

"Okay," Kestrel whispered. "New spell."

The stomach walls convulsed. White blood cells shaped like angry soybeans oozed from the walls. But these weren't warriors—they were digestive enzymes . One touch, and Kestrel would dissolve into nutrient paste. The world ended not with fire, but with a burp

A shower of golden light. Kestrel's HP refilled. Their SP max increased. And on their forearm, a new spell appeared: —the ability to summon one bowl of perfect steamed rice per day. Epilogue: The First Bowl Back on Terra Pot, Elder Mochi wept as Kestrel placed the Celestial Grain into the sacred locket. White blood cells shaped like angry soybeans oozed

Kestrel grabbed the grain.

Kestrel blinked. "The… Crotch of the World?" A shower of golden light

Kestrel broke the grain in half. Then half again. Then again. Using Splitting Harvest magic, they turned one grain into a thousand—just enough for each person to have three grains.