Farming in the Interstellar Era Overrun by Insects

Twenty years after the insect race invaded, all of humanity is forced to board space warships, split into small groups, and flee in different directions.

At this point, Yu Xing transmigrates into “Yu Xing.”

She’s standing at a crossroads in her life.

Once she turns eighteen, she’ll be forced to contribute to the warship.

Her roommate takes her hand and says, “We agreed we’d sign up together to be matched with partners, right?”

Yu Xing refuses a hundred thousand times over.

She turns around, opens the application form, and spots an option for “Agricultural Zone Worker.”

Without a second thought, she signs up.

Her roommates all think she’s suddenly lost her mind. It’s an extremely dangerous assignment, and without real skills, it’s a death sentence.

…

On her first day reporting for duty: the people in the agricultural zone stare as the delicate young woman hefts a hundred-jin load of equipment and runs without even getting winded.

On her third day: the young woman kneels in front of a dead insect, sobbing as she clings to a handsome man’s leg, clearly terrified out of her wits.

On her tenth day: the slender figure leans weakly against a tree, then kicks a low-level insect flying.

On her Nth day: Why have all the plants she cultivated mutated? Some improve mecha performance, some can conceal humans, and others beat the heck out of insects…

Long, long after she reports for duty: Humanity drives the insect race back until it’s confined to a single star region, forbidden from setting foot outside it.

The mastermind behind it all dangles a piece of grass from her mouth and points proudly at the land beneath her feet, newly reclaimed by humanity. “It’s all mine. I’m staying here to grow vegetables. Don’t even think about stopping me.”

Her subordinate smiles professionally. “Professor, if you linger here any longer, your husband, that two-faced flirt, is going to come crying and cling to your leg. You’ll be the one who looks ridiculous.”

Yu Xing: “…”