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Mutant Farmer in the Apocalypse

In the year 2022, one year after the Z-20 Virus outbreak, all of humanity had been infected by the virus, and their bodies reacted differently. The majority of the humans turned into zombies, while the minority turned into ability users. Some didn’t change into either. They were powerless in comparison, as even feral zombies were more powerful than an average human. At 20 years old, Yang Zhang was used as a scapegoat and kicked out of his town; a medium-sized shelter base used to protect humanity from the ever-growing threat of zombie attacks. Scared and powerless against the harsh world infested with zombies, he stumbled upon a squirrel that ate the brain of a dead ability user and began discharging electricity constantly. He realized that he could use this newfound information to protect himself. “That’s right! I can build a farm and create more and more of these mutated animals and plants to protect myself!” Thus started the journey of Yang Zhang as he created a farm while continuously breeding many magical —albeit grotesque— mutated animals and plants. Yet, once the zombies and ability users started noticing his unique farm, they began to invade. With no choice left, he armed himself by creating stronger mutated animals and plants to protect the farm at all cost! “Get off of my lawn, you bunch of greedy pigs!” ** Tower Defense + (Mutated) farm simulator + Zombie waifu (Small harem). ** Daily Update -- Cover art is Kureiji Ollie, I got it from Pinterest. English is not my first language. Pardon me if there are few mistakes. --

EvilPupa · Fantasie
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"I've planted rosebuds in the wound on his neck. I am sure his friends will see the consequence of disturbing Master Yang Zhang's sleep," Roselia said. She giggled light as she was proud of her own work, especially that she could ward off the enemy without alerting Master Yang Zhang.

Because Master Yang Zhang was her priority. She refused to wake him up, even if there was a literal nuclear war outside.

"I guess I can sleep now. I'll decorate the yard tomorrow morning," Roselia said as she plunged herself into a deep hole that was supposed to be a baby's grave.

Of course, Roselia could root herself somewhere else. She could even root in the front yard if she wanted.

But to be in the same soil with the skeletal remains of this baby boy felt a lot more comfortable for her to rest.