Am I the Only One Farming in the Apocalypse Game?

Dawn Break is a wildly popular apocalypse survival game where players battle each other, fight zombies and monsters, and craft equipment and weapons. Jian Xingyi was dragged into playing by a friend. With his clumsy hands, he gets pummeled by other players in competitive matches and kicked around by zombies in dungeons. So in this combat game, Jian Xingyi has no choice but to become... a farming and management player. While everyone else risks their lives fighting monsters, he unlocks recipes and masters the art of cooking. While everyone else slaughters their way through zombie cities, he builds houses. While everyone else fights over territory and bases, he plants rice in the wasteland. Then one day, everyone gets pulled into the game. After arriving, most players stare at their shabby houses and empty kitchens, holding their stomachs in silence. Jian Xingyi: ? So is he the only one farming in this game? Before long, a legend is born. He holds the record for the lowest combat power in the game, yet he is the richest merchant in the new world, and, more than that... its savior. With a combat power score in the single digits, he makes the top-ranked powerhouses, all of whom have maxed-out stats, slow down and tread carefully whenever they pass his house or guild. XXX Shocking! The server's top player, [Shanhai], has suddenly left his base, the powerful one that keeps winning the championship. Could there really be a better place? An excited war correspondent rushes to interview him. Sir, you went to a tiny little base. Are you looking to experience the thrill of carving out territory with your own hands? Shanhai: The food over there... smells good? Reporter: ? The cook is even more tempting. *Unhinged, stone-faced powerhouse seme x gentle, socially anxious, hopelessly weak uke *The author's first attempt at a farming story. I'm still feeling my way through it, so please go easy on me if anything isn't written well. Please add my upcoming farming-in-a-survival-game story to your collection! The Wood Spirit Root Farms in a Survival Game 1 As a mediocre wood-spirit-root cultivator, minor errand boy Jian Tingyu has only one duty: tending the spirit herbs on the sect's back mountain. The Three Realms have been at war for years. The innocent errand boy gets caught in the crossfire and dies, only to find himself in an apocalypse survival game, The Great Fog. [From the start, players receive a small wooden cabin hidden in the fog. The fog outside the cabin randomly generates maps, including deserts, forests, and glaciers, as well as apocalypse challenges. Natural disasters, zombies, and ferocious beasts will attack the cabin.] While all the other players are terrified, Jian Tingyu's eyes light up. Does this mean that, although he was too poor and weak to find any plants to cultivate with in the immortal realm, here he can get plants and seeds from different maps, and grow them in a cabin of his own that demonic cultivators won't bombard? This place is paradise! What? Natural disasters? Can they really be worse than people? So what if the zombies can't die? Are they scarier than the menace of the immortal realm who lived for a thousand years without dying? 2 Every morning, a new world appears outside the cabin window. All the players despair at the absurdly random and dangerous maps, but Jian Tingyu's wood spirit root lets him follow spirit veins around the map, avoid danger, and find plants. Everyone: Damn it, the map's changed again! Jian Tingyu: Great, another shipment just arrived? Everyone else runs around opening chests and fighting in the maps, while Jian Tingyu... gathers plants, grows crops, and stocks up. The maps are random, the chests are random, and everything in the world is in flux. Only his own little cabin is eternal. And so, in the apocalypse, all the players on the server struggle to survive in a sorry state. But in Jian Tingyu's home, vines mutated by spirit energy curl securely around the cabin, shielding it from snow and wind; mutant peas with tubular snouts shoot peas like bullets to hold back ferocious beasts; chili peppers breathe fire to burn zombies to death... Jian Tingyu, meanwhile, curls up in his warm bed, wrapped in a giant blanket made from mutant cabbages. He enjoys the heat given off by mutant sunflowers and meditates in blissful seclusion. Watching the fog billow outside the window, Jian Tingyu thinks: This is so wonderful, it must be a dying sect errand boy's fantasy. 3 Lu Qiao's friends can't understand it. Lu Qiao is the number one player on the server's combat rankings, so why is he willing to work for free for some player who just curls up in a cabin and looks so delicate? Lu Qiao: His food is delicious. Friend: It's worth being someone's dog? Then his friend discovers that the seemingly ordinary rice balls Lu Qiao eats are sold by Jian Tingyu, number one on the server's survival rankings. They're priceless S-rank goods that can boost combat power and heal injuries. Friend: ...Brother Jian, do you need another dog? Woof, woof, woof! Theme: The human spirit shines bright and never goes out