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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

"His name is Koko. He has some skills in taming birds. However, no matter what kind of bird it is, none of them can fly out of this place." The old man sighed. "There's a strange boundary above this space. Anything that reaches this boundary can only move downward. No matter what methods we try, we cannot ascend. Only movement within the boundary is unrestricted."

Upon hearing this, Kim Haru finally understood why Fuzzball hadn't let the owl carry him out directly.

The owl could only fly downward, not upward.

The small village hidden within the depths of Biryong Cliff had fewer than a hundred people and no official name.

After all, in such a vast cliff, there were only two human settlements.

On a daily basis, people simply referred to them as "our village" and "their village" or used directional phrases like "over there" or "across the river."

It was a simple and convenient way to distinguish between the two.

The Mysterious Fog and the River