Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World
A Webnovel Author who died after installing a strange farming game was reincarnated into a brutal, apocalyptic world. Armed with only his wit and a quirky farming system, he finds himself surrounded by ruined cities, mutated beasts, and desperate survivors. The world is on the brink of collapse, but his system insists on growing crops and raising livestock in the middle of the wasteland. At first, he thinks it’s a joke—a farming system in the apocalypse? But soon he discovers the hidden potential of his system. The crops he grows can strengthen his body, grant unique abilities, and even repel the deadly monsters that roam the land. However, the system has a mind of its own, and not everything is as it seems. Now, balancing survival and farming, he must build a haven in this hostile world, gathering strange allies along the way, all while uncovering the secrets behind his reincarnation. As his farm flourishes, so does his power—making him a target for dangerous factions and ancient forces that lurk in the shadows. Can a peaceful farmer rise to become the hero this broken world needs? Or will his fields of hope be crushed by the horrors that await? Note: 1. Slow-paced story. 2. There is no female lead in this book.
Mutated Iron Tree (Part 4)
It felt like a primeval forest.
Looking at these trees, Kim Haru didn't feel the slightest guilt about cutting them.
By trimming some of their branches, he would allow sunlight to filter through, giving the plants below a better chance to grow.
Kim Haru nodded toward Shin Woncheon and the others. "This will do."
With that, he stopped paying attention to them, grabbed his axe, and aimed at the branches.
Thud!
The sound of the axe striking the branch carried a metallic ring, and Kim Haru paused, surprised for a moment.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
In his previous life, Kim Haru had heard of strange trees with particularly dense wood, so it wasn't entirely unexpected for a tree to sound metallic when struck.
Luckily, the system-provided axe was impressively effective. Kim Haru noticed that no matter how thick the branch, the force he felt coming back from each strike was greatly reduced, meaning he didn't have to worry about his arms getting tired after just a few chops.
Like the hoe and the watering can, the axe had a fixed chopping count. No matter how thick the branch, it only took five or six swings to cut it down.
Before long, several large branches had piled up around Kim Haru.
Shin Woncheon and the others stood nearby, staring in stunned silence.
"..."
Gulp.
The four of them swallowed hard, once again feeling the immense mystery and strength of the boss.
This was no ordinary tree—this was a mutated Iron Tree with incredibly strong defensive capabilities! Even breaking off a finger-thick branch would typically drain an entire energy of ability users.
When the branches of the Iron Tree are melted down in a high-temperature flame of fire-type ability users and just a small amount added to a weapon would make cutting through zombie heads as easy as slicing cucumbers.
But Iron Trees are rare, their growth conditions extremely harsh, and finding one is nearly impossible. Who would've thought there would be such a large cluster here?
Even more unexpected was how effortlessly the boss, Kim Haru, was cutting down these mutated Iron Trees!
While they were still in shock, Kim Haru had already stacked a few more branches on the ground.
Noticing they hadn't moved, Kim Haru glanced at them. "Hm?"
Did they not like chopping trees? Or were they still feeling unwell? Their faces did seem a bit pale. Dragging them out here to do physical labor might've been a bad idea. Should he send them back?
Just as Kim Haru was thinking of letting them return, before he could even say the words, he saw Shin Woncheon and the others suddenly gather around a tree, starting to unleash their powers.
They clearly had no intention of going back.
Curious about their abilities, Kim Haru took a moment to watch them before turning back to his own task.
After all, he'd only brought them out because they seemed bored. It didn't matter how much they chopped; if they were happy working together, so be it.