After Finding The Corpse King’s Cubs, Trouble Came Knocking At The Door.

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A virus sweeps across the globe, turning people into zombies. Zombie Kings attack and slaughter one another, while humanity is left in a horrific state.

While fleeing, Ji Yanqing has a moment of weakness and rescues two little ones. They're scrawny, tiny, and filthy, two poor little waifs.

Ji Yanqing feels sorry for them and takes good care of them.

Later, Ji Yanqing is betrayed by a friend. Surrounded by zombies closing in from every direction, he thinks he's as good as dead. But the two little ones he has desperately held close let out tiny, babyish growls, and the zombies are scared out of their wits.

Little Bun No. 1: "Anyone who bullies Daddy or my little siblings gets eaten!"

Little Bun No. 2: "Daddy said we're not allowed to eat weird things. I was good and listened today! I didn't bully any zombies or eat anything weird!"

The legendary ultimate pathogen, the Great Zombie King, feared by both humans and gods, has lost its little ones and slaughtered its way here to find them: "..."

Ji Yanqing, QAQ: "I don't know! I didn't do it! They attacked first!"

Faced with a man who is clearly a Zombie King, yet unexpectedly handsome and aloof, Ji Yanqing chooses to run.

On the first day of his escape, Ji Yanqing is so nervous he can't sleep.

On the second day, Ji Yanqing is delighted and feels completely free.

On the third day, Ji Yanqing is cornered at his door by three Zombie Kings, one big and two small.

That night, looking at the Great Zombie King sleeping in his bed, Ji Yanqing cries, QAQ. Why has the grown-up one latched onto him too?

> The kids aren't his biological children.

> Original title: The Pretty Boy Is Forced to Raise the Zombie King's Kids

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■ Coming soon: The Therapist in the Isolation Room

Marshal Zhu Nanchu, the Alliance's strongest fighter, has fallen. He has become a high-risk individual, dangerously powerful and utterly unhinged.

In recognition of his contributions to the people, the Alliance decides to postpone his euthanasia and attempt to calm him through human intervention, hoping to pull him back from the abyss.

Treatment does not go well. More than ten senior therapists are infected in return and left on the brink of death. Even the Alliance's only S-rank therapist is no exception.

Before Ye Zenuo is taken into the isolation room, he prepares himself to face a hysterical madman and to never come back. But all he sees is a man sitting by the window, serene and radiant.

During their third meeting, Zenuo Ye tries to introduce himself. He expects no response, just as before, but those red-rimmed eyes turn toward him.

After that, the man who used to stare blankly out the window every day begins to watch the door, looking forward to each of his visits.

Zenuo Ye doesn't remember the two of them ever meeting. Zhu Nanchu has forgotten the whole world, even himself, yet somehow he seems to remember only him.

■ Latest completed novel: I Build a Farm Resort to Save the World Through Farming

Tong Zhanyan is a fifth-year student at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. In his fourth year, someone else's graduation project ate his.

As graduation approaches, he doesn't want history to repeat itself. He vows to defend his graduation project to the death, and then actually dies.

When he wakes up again, he is a freshman at Sidi Military Academy. Realizing he'll have to study for another four years before graduating, he nearly rolls his eyes back and faints.

Ten thousand years later, all plants on Earth have mutated. Food consists solely of various synthetic nutrient solutions, and many people have become violent after going so long without eating plants.

To stop the situation from getting worse, countless people try to grow crops. But the ancient cultivation techniques have been lost, and decades of research have yielded no progress.

This is good news for Tong Zhanyan.

The bad news is that his school only has a combat program.

Unwilling to fail to graduate again, Tong Zhanyan resolutely starts farming.

Qing Jiyue is the sole heir of the Qing family, one of the four guardian clans. He is Sidi Military Academy's strongest fighter, a proud and refined rising star whom everyone admires and envies.

But Qing Jiyue knows that his grandfather has entered a state of deep frenzy, and his father began showing symptoms years ago. As the next head of the Qing family, he knows that losing control is inevitable.

Then he gets a strange roommate.

After watching Tong Zhanyan bring several limp, wilted plants back to life, Qing Jiyue resolutely sends over his spirit beast, the only S-rank spirit beast in the entire Second Military District, a white tiger, to get on Tong Zhanyan's good side.

Zhanyan is a cat person, a serious one.

So Qing Jiyue even teaches his spirit beast to meow.

From the five sickly seedlings in his first livestream, to greenhouses filled with all kinds of vegetables, to a large farm resort catering to the entire world, and later, a brand-new program created by the school just for Tong Zhanyan, Tong Zhanyan's name soon becomes famous across the planet.

Livestream 1:

"You have to prune it hard. If you're not tough with it, it won't grow." As Tong Zhanyan speaks, he snips away with his shears.

Outside the livestream:

"He, he, he..."

"Get the heart pills! Hurry, get Old Xu's heart pills!"

"And Old Wang's respirator!"

The moment the lush tomato plant they'd worked so hard to grow is reduced to a bare stalk, the headquarters of the Crop-Growing Alliance descends into chaos.

Livestream 2:

"Five mu of land per person? That'll kill us... How about we run a giveaway, and the winner can come here... and dig for free?" Tong Zhanyan thinks he's getting a little carried away.

The next day, the public network, which hasn't crashed in a thousand years, goes down across the planet.

Network company: Emergency repairs underway...

Theme: Embrace hope in the face of despair.