The last game I played wholeheartedly, having abandoned everything else.

The protagonist, tired of working every day and being used by others, has begun to question a life spent aging away. On days off, all he does is play slot machines. He has no marriage, no savings, no motivation—nothing. A hundred-yen junk game he bought to kill the boredom. "You are given a field and a shed. When you plant seeds, crops grow that yield ore, familiars, and skills or magic spells. As harvest approaches, monsters and marauders will invade to target them, so protect your field. You may become stronger yourself, or you may set traps and protective fences. There is more than one way to protect your field and home." "When you start the main game, there is a possibility you will be pulled into the game world and unable to return. Is that alright?" The moment I selected yes, my body shone brightly with light…… Front and back, dream and reality—two worlds intersecting, eroding into one another. I play games, therefore I am. The adventure of a warrior and cat, praised as "the one who topples wheat," begins.