[Apocalypse] [Farming] [Pocket Dimension] [Max-Level Expert] [Feel-Good Read] [Face-Slapping] [Lighthearted]
Rong Zhi sleeps for three hundred years. When she wakes, the world has turned gray and brown.
Nothing will grow in the soil, Esper powers are growing weaker, and humanity is barely surviving on synthetic nutritional supplements.
Lin Xue, a genius from the Esper Association, mocks her as a "zero-power loser" and dumps her at a dilapidated greenhouse in the western part of the city to grow mushrooms.
Rong Zhi looks down at the black soil in her pocket dimension, then up at the wasteland outside, and says, "It'll grow."
From then on, Dawn City has a strange new vegetable farmer.
Later, when a monster tide attacks the city, Lin Xue is beaten senseless.
Rong Zhi strolls out of her greenhouse and casually lashes out with a vine, reducing the monster tide to pieces.
The whole city goes wild.
The vegetables she grows let Espers break through their bottlenecks.
The weeds she picks can be boiled into a soup that brings the dead back to life.
Even the fruit pits she casually tosses away are revered by the Guixu Cult as sacred relics heralding a god's descent.
Association President Xiao Cheng lines up outside her door every day, just to beg for a single medicinal herb.
The Guixu Cult sends three batches of assassins to steal from her. She turns all three batches into fertilizer.
Rong Zhi squats in the field, pulling weeds as she mutters to the little black snake on her shoulder, "Why can't these people understand? Why not just farm in peace?"
The little black snake yawns, its tail wrapped around a century-old ginseng root as it crunches away happily.
Rong Zhi: "...That was supposed to be sold for money."
The little black snake plays dead.
Esper Association: Please, Great One, sell us some herbs!
Guixu Cult: Don't leave a single blade of grass!
Mino: Hiss, hiss, hiss! (Translation: She's mine alone.)
