When the World Crumbles, a Pro Gamer Transmigrates into a Cultivation Game and Becomes a God Through Farming

[A Diligent, Oblivious Agricultural Cultivator x A Tsundere, All-Bark-and-No-Bite Great Chicken Demon]

[Game, Farming, Infrastructure Building, Cultivation-Apocalypse]

Concise blurb (romance-focused):

The cultivation world has an apocalypse too?

Kun Pengpeng, an expert in disaster prevention, transmigrates into a cultivation world called the Fusheng Continent.

Natural disasters are frequent here, and tribulation zones are swallowing up people's living space, gradually spreading up the mountains where cultivators live.

With ritual music ringing and spiritual rain falling, is it divine grace or heavenly punishment?

*

Wearing a bamboo hat, Kun Pengpeng walks through the spiritual rain and pulls a spiritual plant, roots and soil and all, from the soft earth.

"Nice grade. I'll make longevity pills when I get back."

"Spiritual mushrooms! I'll make chicken and mushroom stew when I get back."

She's picked a whole basket of mushrooms. Now all she needs is the chicken.

She wipes her sweat, sweeps her gaze across the mountains, and stops.

Hey? Doesn't that look like a wild chicken over there?

It's so plump!

Kun Pengpeng hurriedly makes a wish to the sky: Let me transmigrate back, let me transmigrate back...

Wait, since I'm making a wish, I might as well wish for something big.

She clasps her hands together, utterly earnest. "I want to become a god! I want to become a god! I want to become a god!!"

The heavens give no response. If anything, the rain seems to come down harder.

Kun Pengpeng pouts, kicks the dying wild chicken in the bushes, and thinks:

Is it sick?

Can I stew it and eat it?

Detailed blurb (plot-focused):

Have you heard of landscape architecture?

It's an apocalypse-prevention major in more ways than one.

Kun Pengpeng stares thoughtfully at the System in front of her.

[Landscape Architecture Saves the World System].

No wonder professional habits run deep. Even the standard-issue System has grand ambitions, assigning me such an enormous mission to save the world. What, do you think I'm a god?

Yes. Kun Pengpeng, an academic workhorse in the field of landscape architecture, has not only transmigrated, but also landed in the world of an unheard-of game called Tales of the Ancient Gods.

In the game world of Tales of the Ancient Gods, the native inhabitants cultivate by converting spiritual energy, while she cultivates by clearing tribulation zones, growing spiritual plants, and building up sects.

She planted trees as an undergrad, planted digital trees in grad school, and after transmigrating, she still can't escape her fate of planting trees.

Her true tree-fate.

*

She has seen plenty of online posts asking: If you transmigrated, what could you do with your major?

Looking at a nameless little sect with no money, no resources, and polluted, thin spiritual energy, Kun Pengpeng thinks: How perfect. My major is exactly what they need.

When the master of Cen Mountain returns from a long trip, he almost fails to recognize his own sect. Countless spiritual plants have sprung up from the earth, the abandoned spiritual vein that used to spew sinister miasma has disappeared, and in its place is a dazzling formation of spiritual crystal flowers.

His newly accepted disciple smiles sweetly. "Master, have you heard of ecological conservation and restoration?"

*

One day, Qu Jiu wakes up and senses that the spiritual energy in his home is unusually rich. He investigates and discovers that the mountain is covered in formations of spiritual plants, with bamboo, trees, and spiritual springs all around his house. He asks, "What's going on?"

His junior sister gives him a mysterious smile. "Senior Brother, have you heard of the human living environment?"

*

Cen Mountain, once obscure in the cultivation world, gradually rises to prominence. The mountain is filled with countless spiritual plants and vast fields, and birds and beasts sing happily. If you're lucky, you may even catch sight of the divine beasts from the age of the ancient gods. While the other immortal sects wonder how Cen Mountain rose so quickly, the junior sister of the sect smiles knowingly. "Perhaps you've heard of beautiful rural development?"

She waves her little hand proudly. "Our cultivation world has its own rural revitalization, too."

*

After all the tribulation zones disappear, the ruins of the ancient Qi Kingdom are fenced off. The collapsed old buildings look as good as new. When everyone wonders why and tries to go in to investigate, the smiling junior sister of the newly rising Cen Mountain sect says, "Have you heard of cultural heritage preservation? You'll need a ticket to go in."

*

Cen Mountain's senior brothers and sisters surround Kun Pengpeng and ask, "Junior Sister, you have so many skills and such extensive knowledge. How do you manage to be good at everything?"

Kun Pengpeng smiles in understanding. "Have you heard of landscape architecture?"

"Others might not be able to do it, but students of landscape architecture can do anything."

Cultivate trees and people, nurture mountains and forests.

Kun Pengpeng looks at the renewed sect, now bustling with visitors and gaining more disciples, and smiles knowingly.

Students of landscape architecture follow their professional motto. She did it.

1. The male lead has read too many storybooks and is extremely chuunibyou early on.

2. The male lead really is a wild chicken. He's very brave and magnificent. He can't lay eggs, but he's great at pecking bugs.

3. The female lead is an agricultural cultivator, but she's afraid of bugs.

4. The female lead is devoted to building up the sect.

5. It's a silly story, just for fun.

I'm revising the story after organizing the outline, so chapters may change along with the revisions.

This is my own little project. If you like it, feel free to add it to your favorites. Once updates resume, I'll update according to the rankings, both before and after it goes premium.

I've got some real-life matters to deal with lately, so I'm filling in this story slowly.

Theme: No life is more or less valuable than another; all beings have their own paths.