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.
The safe zone commander was equally helpless. After all, their relationship with Kim Haru was a cooperative one, and they couldn't just lock him in the safe zone and refuse to let him leave. Plus, if Mr. Kim really wanted to go out and the search team was unwilling to take him, what if he found a random group on his own?
That would make guaranteeing his safety even more difficult.
In the end, they could only assign a few more high-level ability users to the logistics team's squad to try their best to ensure Kim Haru's safety.
Unaware of the safe zone commander's inner turmoil, Kim Haru was currently busy checking the day's earnings at his shop.
A total of 1,500 pounds of potatoes had been stocked, and in just a short amount of time, 1,005 pounds had already sold, earning 12,060 crystal cores. The soybeans, which were less filling than the potatoes, hadn't sold as much, but 32 out of 50 pounds had been sold, netting him 960 crystal cores.