Zero-Degree Special Forces

One day in July 2036, a sudden blizzard began. At first, people joked about whether some place had suffered an injustice. But when the snow kept falling for two months, everyone started to panic. Then the sky suddenly went dark, and the sun vanished for ten days. Plants and animals began dying off and mutating in droves. Civilization was destroyed, and human order collapsed.

In July 2036, I had just taken off my camouflage uniform and returned to my hometown when the heavens played a ridiculous joke on me: the snow sealed us in for two months, and the sun disappeared for ten whole days. While the neighborhood auntie was still trying to guilt-trip me into giving the last ration bar to her grandson because I was "a soldier," I gripped my military dagger and watched the three-meter-tall, white-haired monster outside the window, ready to smash its way in.

Farming, no saintly protagonist, decisive, funny, top-tier combat prowess, hardcore defense