Going Home for New Year's, but the System Insists the Apocalypse Has Begun

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[Not the apocalypse]+ [System]+ [Farming]+ [Gourmet]+ [Contrast]+ [Wild imagination]

On the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month, I went back to my rural hometown for the New Year. Suddenly, I heard the notification sound of the [Apocalypse Survival System] in my head.

The System determined that it was now the year 2126, that the whole world had entered a period of extreme cold, and that I was humanity's last spark!

My mom told me to butcher a pig. System: [Blizzard Giant Pig detected. Unlocked: Extreme Cold Storm Pig-Killing Feast]

I casually rescued three local dogs that were nearly frozen to death. System: [Ding! Shadow Wolfhounds taken in. Survival points +1,000]

My whole family happily ate the pig-killing feast on the heated bed, while the System screamed wildly in my head: [Incredible! This survivor squad is openly devouring high-energy meat in the extreme-cold exclusion zone!]

I stared at the roomful of New Year provisions and my rapidly climbing points, deep in thought.

System, get a grip. This really isn't the apocalypse!

But when the gene serums, temperature-controlled mechs, and particle cannons awarded by the System began piling up in the storeroom…

I realized that maybe this totally unhinged System wasn't so bad after all!