As the Cold Wave Hit, I Became a God in the Apocalypse

Global temperatures plummet to minus seventy degrees, and every plant begins attacking humans. The government issues an emergency alert: “Everyone must fight to survive. Find your own way.” As an agricultural college student, I was mocked by my roommates as a good-for-nothing who only knew how to farm. That was until my planting System awakened, giving me the ability to identify the traits of mutated plants. When they were on their knees begging me for food, I was leisurely cooking hot pot. “Sorry, I’m only in charge of growing food, not feeding pigs.”