Oh Great! I was Reincarnated as a Farmer

Arnold's afterlife is a clerical error: botched resurrection, wrong universe, and the body of a farmer nobody would write a prophecy about. Stuck with the Farmer class, the semi-pro gamer does the only sensible thing — reads the rules everyone else skipped and plays the worst class in the world like it's broken.

Progression: agricultural min-maxing — the economics and exploits of a class the setting wrote off.

Reader fit: you want systems comedy where spreadsheet cunning beats chosen-one destiny.

Texture: funny, ingenious, gleefully mundane.