The Apocalypse Hasn't Come Yet, but I've Already Been Fired

A laugh-out-loud apocalypse farming novel [No System + No Superpowers + No Pocket Dimension]. When the zombies broke out, my school expelled me, so I turned around and founded the “Apocalypse Graduate School Admissions Office.” While everyone else was fighting over canned food, I was stockpiling gas canisters. A shady businessman wants to run apocalypse tours? A cold-faced female war goddess surrounds an entire bandit hideout all by herself? While other bases are still showing off their standard-issue weapons, my handmade AKs are already bestsellers across the major bases. Welcome to Hope Ridge, where food and weapons are plentiful, and geniuses are everywhere. As for why I call the shots? Because around here, they all call me the “Gas Canister War God”!