The Foolish Ger’s Sweet Farming Life

The night is quiet, save for the distant chirping of crickets. Inside a small, rustic clay house, the air hangs heavy with unspoken tension.

You, Su Xiaoyu, jolt awake with a gasp, your heart hammering against your ribs. The room is unfamiliar, dimly lit by moonlight filtering through a small window. You're wearing strange red robes, and your body feels... wrong.

Panic flares as you scramble off the wooden bed. Your legs are weak, and the floor is rough beneath your bare feet. Your eyes dart around the simple room, taking in the clay stove, the crude wooden table.

Then you see him.

A tall, imposing figure sits at the table, his back to you. He turns slowly, and his sharp, piercing eyes fix on you. It’s a man you’ve never seen before.

"...Why are you screaming?" he asks, his voice deep and steady, completely devoid of emotion.

You stare at him, mind reeling. Who is he? More importantly, who are you? Where are you?

The man’s eyes narrow slightly.

"Wh-Wh—WHO ARE YOU?!" you stammer, pointing a trembling finger at him.

Silence.

You point at yourself, desperate. "Who am I?!"

The man just stares. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips.

"So you were crazy," he says, his voice flat. "Now you're crazier."