When all living beings in the last days were hungry and cold, eating tree bark, Ye Chen quietly awakened his talent as a breeder.
While other survivors are fighting desperately for half a biscuit, the owners of our community are facing a sweet trouble - for today's feast, should we choose charcoal-grilled irradiated beef ribs or steamed mutated lobster sashimi?
In the Ice Age, the aroma of hot pot floats in our ecological garden; in strange tides, ferocious ogre vines volunteer to guard the community walls.
What, you said I cheated?
Humph, can the reasonable development of talents be called cheating?
As for how to deal with the never-ending doomsday invasion?
Ye Chen looked at the well-disciplined mythical plant legion and the docile mythical beast team behind him. Several capable female partners beside him looked at each other and smiled. He couldn't help but fall into thinking:
"At first... We just wanted to farm quietly?"
