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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.

Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World

"It's dead! Quick, put it into the pot for scalding!"

With a flurry of hands, they tossed the blood-drained black pig into a specially made container.

Boiling water, controlled by a Water-type ability user, was poured over the pig's body.

The once jet-black skin gradually turned red, and the hair on its hide started falling off strand by strand under the hot water.

A faint aroma of meat even began to waft out.

As the pig was scalded in the container, it suddenly struggled violently, almost flipping the container over with its immense strength.

"Of course it is! It's a mutated black pig—its vitality must be mutated too."

"I remember last year's pig-slaughtering feast when one pig actually escaped from the boiling pot and almost ran out of the central zone. This one still doesn't compare to that one."

The Art of Butchering