What, Our Neighborhood Has Transmigrated Again and Again?

As the people of the apocalypse gnaw on tree bark, starving and freezing, Ye Chen quietly awakens his Talent for Cultivation.

While other survivors fight to the death over half a biscuit, the residents of our neighborhood face a far sweeter dilemma: for today’s feast, should they choose charcoal-grilled irradiated beef ribs or steamed mutant lobster sashimi?

In the Ice Age, the scent of hot pot wafts through our ecological garden. During the eerie tides, a ferocious man-eating vine willingly guards the neighborhood walls.

What, you say I’m cheating?

Hmph. If I’m just making good use of my talent, how can you call it a cheat?

And how are we supposed to face the endless waves of apocalyptic calamities?

Ye Chen looks back at his disciplined army of mythical plants and docile divine beasts. His exceptional female companions exchange smiles, and he can’t help but ponder:

“Didn’t we start out just wanting to quietly tend a farm?”