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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.

A_S97 · Fantasy
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190 Chs

New Additions to the Farm

The piglet's small, soft trotters in his grip were pleasantly squishy, and he could almost imagine how tender and bouncy they'd be when he stewed it.

Its body could be stuffed for a roast piglet, with crispy skin glistening with oil.

The pig's face would be ideal for a chilled dish—the ears crispy, with the face meat balanced between lean and fatty, and the snout offering a unique texture and blend of fat and meat.

The brains could be used for hot pot, while the intestines could be partially braised and partially made into sausages, smoked for preservation and enjoyed gradually over time.

Ahem.

Kim Haru shook his head quickly, clearing his mind of the dishes he'd been imagining.

The little piglet was so pitiful—how could he even think about eating it?