The Apocalypse Is Here: What Are We Going to Eat?

72 hours, 60% anti-theft protection. I type so slowly, thank you to all my sweeties who support me! In the 346th year of the Odin Calendar, a spatial rift suddenly appeared near an unknown little village deep in the forest. Gloomy demonic energy poured through the rift, steadily corrupting the continent and turning every living creature except humans into monsters. A brave warrior once tried to stop the disaster, but only caused the rift to tear open even faster. At last, on March 11, 403 of the Odin Calendar, the continent had fallen completely. Humans were the only species that had not been corrupted. But that could hardly be called good fortune. Every creature that had once been edible had been corrupted. A more urgent problem than saving the world now stood before them: The apocalypse is here. What are we going to eat? Annie: I've eaten this kind of three-headed chicken before. Its three heads are a little bitter, but it tastes great stir-fried with its eggs! The leg meat is really chewy! Its innards are delicious when pickled, too! Luke: Nooooooo! I'd rather die than eat that! Get it away, get it away, get it away! QAQ [Reading Guide] Repeat after me: no angst, no angst, no angst! You could probably call this... an unconventional food novel? The author is reliable, updates according to the rankings, and won't abandon the story. I love you all, and I hope you love me too =3= A friend's story: (Quick Transmigration) Who Rules the Rise and Fall? Fate Drifts Like Duckweed. A strange supporting female character in a story where the male and female leads are basically passersby? Theme: