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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

He had never experienced one before, and it felt quite novel.

Soon, Kim Haru found the being that had spoken.

That was a tree that looked somewhat familiar.

A sturdy trunk, lush branches, and delicate pale yellow flowers scattered among the leaves, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

It was the scent of osmanthus flowers.

This tree looked exactly like the osmanthus tree in his small farm.

Kim Haru often rested under it for shade—there was no way he wouldn't recognize it.

Except, this one was several times larger than the one in his farm and emitted a gentle, shimmering green glow.

Strange and unusual things appearing in a dream weren't surprising.

Kim Haru was only momentarily dazed before quickly coming to terms with it.

So what if it was bigger and glowing?

At least it wasn't some grotesque, sanity-draining nightmare fuel.

The Dream and the Osmanthus Tree