Back when I was still just a junior high school student.

[ You, the First Awakener! You, whose luck is simply too good to be true! Specially for you, who has faced the First Awakening! Please wait a moment while we calculate the most suitable class based on your personality and aptitude! ]

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Suddenly, a strange screen and message appeared right before my eyes.

[ Scan Complete. You, who knows how to tame animals better than anyone else! However, based on your aptitude—pretending to be normal on the outside while harboring perverted fetishes on the inside... Congratulations! You have Awakened as a Pig Farmer! ]

"???"

A transparent screen floating in front of my eyes while I was dozing off, avoiding the gaze of the history teacher standing at the podium—the perfect time for a nap. Naturally, back then, I thought I was just seeing things because I was too sleepy, so I buried my face in my arms and went back to sleep.

However, a few days later.

A massive commotion broke out at school when some guy suddenly started spewing fire from his hands during class.

The panic-stricken bastard flailed his arms around, spraying fire everywhere, which led to the local fire department and even the police being mobilized to control the scene. The entire neighborhood was turned upside down.

According to the guy, a ridiculous message popped up in front of his eyes saying, ’You have Awakened as a Flame Wizard.’ He tried to swipe it away, and when he swung his hand, fire suddenly shot out.

Of course, no one believed him.

He was a delinquent with a bad reputation who smoked behind the teachers’ backs anyway. Based on the lighter found on him, the firefighters concluded he was just playing with fire during class. The incident was closed as a minor disturbance caused by a troublemaker!

Or so we thought.

But this wasn’t just a happening in our neighborhood.

All over the world, people like that guy at school began to appear—people shooting fire and lightning with their bare bodies, free from the aid of tools. People lifting heavy H-beams at construction sites with small, delicate hands. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Those who transcended the limits of ordinary humans saw message windows declaring they had awakened into classes found only in RPG games, like Warriors or Mages. Reports of these phenomena poured in not just from our country, but from India, Russia, Iran and every corner of the globe.

And not long after that...

As if waiting for humanity’s evolution, strange creatures began to appear worldwide.

Goblins and Orcs. Along with the appearance of monsters that looked like they belonged in a game, the world naturally shifted into a society of Awakeners who hunted them and harvested their resources.

We entered the era of the Hunter Society.

In just ten years, Awakeners calling themselves Hunters joined national agencies or formed guilds. Humanity faced a rapid transformation unprecedented since we first started walking on two legs and built our own civilization.

...Or so they say.

Back then, watching Hunters being treated like celebrities and hailed as heroes on TV felt like something completely unrelated to me.

Of course, ten years ago, when the first Awakeners said they saw a transparent screen, I was ecstatic. No, ’ecstatic’ didn’t cover it—I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to the whole neighborhood.

But that joy was short-lived, and I was soon consumed by disappointment.

I mean, I’m a Pig Farmer.

What the hell kind of class is that?

Everyone else was awakening into the four major classes representing RPGs, but I got a job that wasn’t even a combat class.

If I went out there acting all high and mighty about being an Awakener, and someone asked me what my class was...

’Excuse me, but what is your profession?’

’Ah, I am a Pig Farmer!’

Yeah, let’s just forget it.

Besides, nothing special happened afterward, so I naturally forgot about it. After school, I decided to inherit my father’s pig farm business and started learning the trade from him.

One year? Two years? I don’t know exactly how much time passed.

Finally, yesterday, my father announced his retirement and told me to stand on my own two feet.

And finally, today, I earned the honor of taking root in this holy ground—a place mixed with the blood, sweat, and grace of my father, the hero of our family who supported us for years.

As always, the reek of pig shit wafted from every direction.

Far from being repulsive, the musky scent of my father felt incredibly familiar to me. Realizing that I was truly following in his footsteps, I grabbed the doorknob of the pigsty.

Ba-da-ba-baaaam!

Suddenly, a fanfare blasted from out of nowhere.

[ Welcome! If you are seeing this screen, I would first like to offer my congratulations! ]

"Ah, fuck! What is this?!"

Startled by the message window popping up right in front of my eyes without warning, a curse burst from my mouth.

Thanks to my shouting, Mufasa, the farm’s guard dog who had been napping soundly, leaped up and started flopping around like a fresh fish out of water.

[ However, you are just a novice who has barely escaped apprenticeship! Surely you don’t distinguish yourself as a proper Farm Owner just because you learned the ropes from your father, a veteran Master Breeder?!]

"Is this thing watching me?"

It appears after ten years just to say this?

Other Awakeners said they only ever saw a simple message stating their class. I’ve never heard of anyone getting such detailed, nagging commentary. Did they secretly hide what they saw, or am I the only one seeing these extra messages?

I looked around, but I couldn’t feel anyone watching me. The only thing looking at me was Mufasa, staring with wide, round eyes.

I didn’t know what was happening, but I needed to know what this window was trying to say. I reached out to touch the screen lightly. The message seemed to erase itself, leading into the next one.

[ First, you! Despite being the First Awakener, you are a lazy pig who wasted precious food and lived warmly and fully fed under your father’s care! ]

"Who are you calling a lazy pig?!"

[ There are many things you must learn to make this farm, built by your great grandfather, prosper. ]

"Things to learn? I think I learned pretty much everything from my father."

When to feed them, how to administer injections, how to distinguish between sickness and health—I thought I had learned all the basics.

[ That would be true if you were an ordinary farmer! ]

"..."

This bastard can hear me.

I shut my mouth tight, afraid I might slip up in my agitation. The messages started popping up again.

[ Now, before we begin, let’s take a look at this reference image! ]

The screen, which had barely been displaying text, stretched out wiiiide, and a photo appeared.

A picture of a forest fire I’d seen in a textbook once? Something similar appeared. As I tilted my head in confusion, a message floated up.

[ This is the future of this farm if you fail this tutorial! ]

"Wait, is that burning wreckage... my farm?"

[ Yes. ]

Looking closely at the photo, the background ridge was definitely similar to this place. The charred pillars of the building matched the structure here perfectly. It certainly looked credible.

I didn’t know what was going on, but failing the tutorial meant an ending where the farm burns to the ground? What kind of shitty game choice is this?

[ Because this tutorial was planned based on the Adult Games you frequently play. ]

...It can read my mind, too.

Wait, it even knows that I play porn games?!

[ Naturally, your sexual fetishes and depraved kinks are also included. ]

I groaned for a moment at the message that spoke as if it knew everything about me. But I quickly realized that if this message wasn’t bullshit, I was currently in a crisis that doubled as a critical opportunity to decide my life.

It popped up after ten years to tell me I was in danger—it didn’t feel real, but there was no harm in being cautious.

[ You are quick to judge the situation. Then, I will continue immediately. ]

Perhaps it was clearing its throat? After a pause of a few seconds, the text appeared again.

[ First, you, the First Awakener! Despite earning the perk of awakening a unique class as the First, what a tragedy! You awakened into a non-combat class! At this rate, your chances of withstanding the harsh storms to come are 0%! We have prepared this tutorial for you, who hold the title of ’First’ yet cannot even protect your own property! ]

For something threatening to burn my farm down if I fail, it sure talks a big game.

[ Your class, Pig Farm Owner, is literally the Ruler of all pigs on the farm! It was only natural for you, who admired your father’s back and longed to follow in his footsteps, to awaken this class! ]

Though I’d be too embarrassed to ever say that in front of my father.

This damn message seemed to have no qualms about blabbering my inner thoughts.

[ However, unlike the word ’Ruler,’ we do not wish for you—who possess a pathetic combat power incapable of protecting your own body or property, and yet hold the title of ’First’—to collapse futilely in the face of the coming storms. ]

"Storms?"

I thought failing meant the farm would just explode like a bomb was planted or something, but that’s not it? It sounds like there’s some other external factor involved... but I kept silent to hear more.

The message continued.

[ So, we had a thought! If the Ruler, the Lord of Pigs, lacks combat ability himself... shouldn’t he just fight using the pigs beneath him?! ]

"Whaaat?!"

What kind of dogshit logic is that?!