In the third year of the apocalypse, Haotian was starving to death.
A dead grass in the ruins, caught by him before his death, suddenly glowed.
DNA spirals rise from the blades of grass, and the withered grass evolves into ruby ears of rice—a grain of rice that satisfies the stomach for three days.
System activation: [Growth of All Things·Elementary Level].
Three armed motorcycles came to attack, he popped out a grain of rice, and the thorns of hell crushed the steel.
The girl carrying a painting tube poked her head out from behind the ruins: "Can you sell me one of your rice grains? I'll use the seeds in exchange."
He didn't know that the old packet of seeds had been with her for three years.
He didn't know that the tattoo on his wrist was a design drawn by his mother twenty-nine years ago and a legacy tattooed on him by his brother three years ago.
He didn't know that deep in the ruins, the root systems of five mythical plants were slowly converging.
All he knew was that he had three months left.
But he promised to give her back seventeen living plants.
The first tree is called Abai.
Intention: Inheritance is not for repayment, but for living it out. About inheritance, waiting, and those dumb plants - how to live for the dead and accompany the living.