After I transmigrated into the apocalypse, I awakened the most useless planting ability.
While everyone else fought over supplies, I grew tomatoes.
While everyone else killed zombies, I pickled cucumbers.
Then one day, the Zombie King knocked on my door and handed me a bloodstained crystal core.
"Boss, one order of egg fried rice, no scallions."
Later...
The human base demanded that I hand over all my food.
I looked at the zombie legion and mutated beasts lined up behind me to order, along with the super-evolved beings said to have gone extinct.
I smiled politely. "How would you like it cooked?"
[This is a restaurant where every big shot in the apocalypse follows the rules]
[This is a bowl of tomato soup that helps the Zombie King recover his memories]
[This is the last taste of human warmth amid the ruins]
Support the author! The writing of doomsday, ruins, and difficult survival is so realistic. It feels like you are on the scene. The plot doesn't progress very fast at first, but I really like this atmosphere. Several people are struggling together in the doomsday... Come on, author!! Ten chapters a day!
It's pretty and novel.
The plot is novel and makes people want to watch it. I was also nervous during the days when the protagonist was vigilant in the ruins. It's beautiful, the author is waiting for your update 😘😘
The detailed description is in place👍, but I always feel that the pace is a bit slow in the early stages.
It's super beautiful, very delicate, very warm, and a very novel post-apocalyptic story. It's very interesting 👍 [laughing]