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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

Kim Haru spotted a stall selling nothing but snakes, surrounded by a water barrier to prevent them from slithering away.

After all, not everyone attending the market was an ability user—there were ordinary people here too.

Kim Haru had no interest in these slippery creatures.

Why would he want one when he had Fuzzball's soft fur to pet and his Cryo Wolf' playful antics to keep him entertained?

He only glanced at them briefly to memorize their appearance—just in case he ever ran into one in the wild and needed to know how to deal with it.

Then, he moved on to browse other stalls.

Most of the strange creatures on sale didn't interest him.

Just as he was about to walk past this section entirely, he noticed something odd—a completely silent stall.

It wasn't that there were no people at the stall, but rather that the goods being sold weren't making any noise.

Mystery Eggs