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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.
Ding-dong
The computer chimed, notifying that the software download had been completed, startling the young man who was lounging in his armchair.
"Finally, it's done." He pushed himself forward with ease, moving the chair closer to the desk, and began installing the game that had taken him over half an hour to download.
The young man's name was Kim Haru, a Webnovel Author who stayed home all day.
Apart from writing, most of his time was spent playing various games.
The game he was installing now had just been recommended to him by a friend, who claimed it was incredibly fun—so much so that it could easily make your time pass by without your realizing.
Kim Haru who is bored and wondering what to do with his free time, heard this and immediately asked his friend to send him the game.
It didn't take long for the game to be installed on his computer.
Kim Haru eagerly opened it.
"???"
This game... doesn't seem right at the start?
Kim Haru watched as the character he was controlling received a newbie gift pack, a farm, and a wooden cabin.
And supposedly, some "weapons."
A hoe, an axe, a pickaxe, and a watering can.
These are the weapons?
These are called weapons?!
The computer screen flashed with a beginner quest.
[ Please complete your first planting. ]
The word "planting" in the system notification was highlighted in red color, as if afraid someone might miss it.
Kim Haru: "..."
He quickly opened the chat with the friend who recommended the game and furiously typed.
[ Harunado: What kind of game did you recommend to me? It's just a farming game! ]
[ LlamaDramaQueen: Yeah, it's a farming game. ]
His friend on ChitChat enthusiastically replied to him.
[ LlamaDramaQueen: Farming is super fun and very rewarding! Look, here are the cabbages I planted, don't they look great? And here are my radishes. Ah, and here are my peppers—they're ripe, and I can keep harvesting them. There's more... blah blah blah... ]
Kim Haru: "..."
"What kind of man plays a farming game? You should be playing a thrilling and intense zombie survival game!"
After typing on the keyboard, Kim Haru gripped the mouse and clicked uninstall.
Just then, a flash of lightning roared outside the window!
The last thing Kim Haru saw was his computer exploding in a burst of orange-yellow fire!
…Ah, there were some videos in there he hadn't backed up yet, what a pity.
That thought flashed through his mind, and he fell into complete darkness.
...
Kim Haru was jolted awake by the sharp, sour stench that was invading his nostrils.
As soon as his consciousness returned, his senses kicked into high alert, like a rebellion, all screaming for attention at once.
Beneath him, the surface was cold and hard, the sensation biting through his clothes, making him shiver uncontrollably.
The smell that woke him was exactly as unbearable as he first thought—sour, rotten, as if trash had been left to pile up for dozens of days without being thrown out, absolutely overwhelming!
