In the tenth year of the wasteland, everyone is teaching me to kill people, but I just want to plant flowers.
Until that rose stained with my blood strangled the entire lair of S-class mutant beasts overnight.
When the major bases begged me to give me a flower for self-defense, they didn't know yet - in my flower bed, the sunflowers can track heat sources and hit the head accurately, the mimosa can fold into biological armor, and the dandelions newly cultivated last night have locked the coordinates of all enemy bases.
They said it was a miracle, but I just poured water on it.
After all, only when the wasteland becomes my garden will they understand——
What I plant is never flowers, but a new world order.
