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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

However, he did ask for one on behalf of the Giant Pasture Grass.

Despite its massive size, the Giant Pasture Grass was, at its core, like a child—aside from being lazy, it was no different from an eager, playful kid.

Now that it saw how fun flying Nimbus Baa Sheep looked, it kept sending signals to Kim Haru, expressing that it wanted to play too

So, Kim Haru requested an extra-large bundle of Nimbus Baa Sheep-shaped kites for the Giant Pasture Grass.

While the other people each held onto one or two Nimbus Baa Sheep, the remaining large flock was all tied to the Giant Pasture Grass.

The fluffy white Nimbus Baa Sheep clustered together, floating high in the sky with the Giant Pasture Grass holding onto them.

If not for the ropes securing them, they would have been indistinguishable from actual clouds.

The Giant Pasture Grass was thrilled to be playing with these strange toys that were somewhere between kites and balloons.

The Rainmaker