I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Strange rumors have been circulating about Song You's agritainment business lately. Some say his vegetables can prolong life; others say his free-range chickens are stronger than tigers; still others swear they've seen a cat perched on his shoulder, gesturing wildly. Faced with all this, Song You can only helplessly shrug. He never imagined that a faulty [Druid] system would make his farming life so absurd. Cooking is [Gourmet Alchemy], raising chickens is [Beast Herd Conferment], and farming is [Nature's Authority]! Amidst the sincere praise of his diners, the subservience of all beasts, and the joyful growth of plants, he is gradually transforming from an [Agritainment Business Owner] into the world's only [Grand Druid]! While everyone else is busy with their lives, Song You is leisurely watering the World Tree in his yard, calmly saying, "What's the rush? Sit down, everyone, let's eat first."