Have His Seedlings Sprouted Today?

My new story is coming soon. I hope you'll add it to your favorites.

Also known as: He Just Wants to Eat His Fill

Return to the surface beneath the wasteland.

In a world where desolation and mystery alternate, psionic factors dance across the silent earth. The passage of time gives rise to the strange.

Fortress walls rise from the ground, and survivors struggle in numb desperation. In the floating sanctuary high above, mad servants of the gods pray while clutching holy scepters said to represent darkness and sin. Across the wilds beneath the endless night, hunters wait with all kinds of weapons in hand, while cunning ferocious beasts circle behind them, their red, vertical pupils glinting...

Machines, strange beasts, theology, evolution...

Every mystery whispers alongside the nightmares. Dawn and night intertwine, opening the curtain on a new world.

But what does any of that have to do with him?

In a ramshackle hut outside the Third Zone, the locally notorious little brat opened his eyes again and could think of only one thing: he was so hungry, so hungry.

----Has anyone seen the world after the cataclysm?

----He has. Because he transmigrated.

P.S.

1. Cataclysm + occult studies + awakening of psionic powers.

2. Leans toward farming and survival.

3. I'll add more if I think of anything...

Theme: At last, the dawn appears