The Spire Farm Fiasco

When I tripped over my own boots and fell face-first into the S-Rank Malagro Catacombs during my very public, very embarrassing Vetrano Hunters' Academy expulsion ceremony, everyone assumed I was dead. Instead, I found out the subterranean soil down in the abyss is absolutely sublime. So, I did what any reasonable guy with the 'Telluric Breath' soil-aeration skill would do: I started a vegetable garden. Now, my giant bloodthirsty Sanguine Dread-Lupine, Brambol, fetches the bones of fallen monsters like sticks, and the terrifying undead dungeon boss, Morzanto the Ashen, pays me rent in legendary artifacts just so I'll keep feeding him my magical cabbages. But my peaceful agricultural life is under threat. My hyper-healing lettuce has accidentally crashed the outside world's potion economy, sparking massive underground black markets. Worse, the Guildmaster keeps sending elite hit-squads to trample my crops for a surprisingly heartbreaking reason! Will I be able to harvest my impenetrable shield-pumpkins before the overzealous hunters ruin my farm, or will I have to unleash my golden-retriever-brained hellhound to defend my plot?