Thirty Years After Transmigrating to the Wasteland Apocalypse

A gorgeous, dance-studying shou forced into farming x an incredibly strong, albino wilderness hunter gong When summer vacation ended, Shen Zhiyu boarded a high-speed train to return to school. But the moment he stepped onto the train, he transmigrated, landing in a small town more than thirty years in the future. Even worse, Earth had become a wasteland. He had traveled over a hundred kilometers without seeing a single person. It seemed he was the only one left in the entire region. He thought anxiously of his younger brother, who had just finished the college entrance exam and was still at home, with half a month to go before school started. Was this still the same Earth they had lived on? How could he survive in this apocalypse? Or... No. Shen Zhiyu gritted his teeth. He had to get back to Xing City in G Province. He had to find his brother. Fortunately, the city-building game he had been playing when he transmigrated had come with him. It had land, water, and a few seeds. But the game's plots of land and water sources had to be fixed in place, and once placed, they couldn't be moved. He had no choice but to suppress his desperate urge to set off for G Province immediately and get to work turning the soil and planting crops. He couldn't find a single bite to eat here. He needed to stock up on enough food and find some kind of transport before he could leave. * Nearly a year passed. Shen Zhiyu was cooking wheat porridge when the door, which had never made a sound, was knocked on. Knock, knock, knock. Shen Zhiyu's heart pounded as he whipped around to look at the door. In the silent, snowy night, a deep, resonant voice that made his ears tingle came from the other side. "Anyone there?" Shen Zhiyu, who hadn't seen another living creature in a year, sprang up from the sofa, excited and nervous in equal measure. He even wondered if he was imagining it. "Yes! Hello!" * Thirty years into the wasteland apocalypse, energy was nearly depleted, and the polluted soil could barely grow any food. Half a bottle of water was enough to buy more than a dozen lives. Even He Ye, a top wilderness hunter who roamed the wasteland at will, was constantly faced with hunger and thirst. On a snowy night, he chased a mutated sand rabbit into a deserted village, only to see warm yellow firelight glowing from a two-story country house. He approached silently and peered through the window. Beside a brazier sat a young man who could command everyone's attention at any time, wrapped in a worn blanket. His fair, clean skin, full cheeks, and rosy lips seemed completely out of place beside He Ye and this wasteland, on the verge of collapse. He lowered his eyes and raised a hand to knock. Knock, knock, knock. Theme: Love and peace