Doomsday Tycoon

The protagonist has only just become a tycoon when the apocalypse hits. At least he has a powerful superpower, so surviving the end times won’t be a problem. He might as well settle down as a city lord and take life easy. A golden city of wine and riches, where an apocalyptic tycoon takes up farming. Keep the banquet going, keep the music playing, keep on dancing! It’s a shame he only got to be the richest man in the world for a little while before the apocalypse, but at least he doesn’t have to play wilderness survival or get caught up in some heated struggle for supremacy. That stuff can’t beat running a business simulation. Better to stay home, cultivate, and farm. Zhao Long: “Let’s start with a small goal: build a divine kingdom on earth, plant 2.7 million mu of farmland, and monopolize the grassroots market for extraordinary plants under the Eight Great Alliances!” Other city lords: “It’s the apocalypse! Everyone’s fighting for supremacy, and you have no higher ambitions?” Zhao Long: “Then I’ll print another gold dragon coin!” This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.