A_S97

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.

Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World

If they used too much force, sparks flew, and the sound of pickaxes striking ice rang out all around.

Kim Haru observed the workers toiling away and realized he might really need to recruit more people.

At this rate, if they wanted to dig up the riverbed mud and sand, it would take at least ten to fifteen days, and that was assuming they were lucky.

He wondered if they'd even get it done before winter ended.

If necessary, he could just let everyone from the Bangnang Safe Zone who was willing to come work.

With the food he had, he could easily afford to pay everyone from the Bangnang Safe Zone for an entire winter of work.

And as for those who didn't want food but needed contribution points, he had a substantial amount of points himself, so there was no need to worry about paying them.

Building Hope