“He gave me a potato... First, I mocked him... But then I ascended to a new level...”
“I asked him for his name... He calmly said: Just Potato Man.”
“He offered me mashed potatoes, and I woke up with mana seeping out of my eyeballs...”
Welcome to Olythera—a world ruled by mana-infused warlords, sword saints who split mountains, and mages who duel with meteor storms. Power is earned through blood, battle, and divine right.
...Except for one man.
A barefoot farmer, wearing a burlap sack, carrying a hoe like it’s the holy grail, and offering you a warm, slightly salted potato.
They laughed... Until their spell circles shattered and their kingdoms bowed.
He is Potato Man.
No, he’s not here to save the world. No, he doesn’t want to be a hero. He just wants to wander, grow his crops, and hand out potatoes like a strange, starchy messiah.
But here's the catch:
Every potato eaten gives him mana.
Every bite grants XP.
Feed a village? He levels up.
Feed a kingdom? He becomes a myth.
Feed the world? He becomes a god.
-This is the story of a man who:-
Accidentally creates a potato-based religion
Turns kingdoms vegetarian through sheer spiritual flavor.
Builds a global potato network to absorb mana across continents, defeats monsters, demons, and emperors… without ever changing clothes.
A chill, unstoppable protagonist who gains power by feeding people.
Magic systems, sword-fights, and spirit beasts, all outclassed by a potato.
World domination via agriculture.
ZERO harem. ONE hoe.
Kingdoms crumbling to the scent of roasted starch
Bonus tags: Mana, Slice-of-life, Farming, Huge World, Satire, Single FL, Medieval Fantasy, Potatoes, Wide Character Range.
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