I, Start a Farm of All Realms

In the third year after the spiritual energy was revived, evil gods invaded and the world fell. Lynch, an E-class waste superpower and a professional heritage sweeper, lives by digging through garbage in acid rain and radiation every day. The only superpower is plant sense - knowing which trees are dying. It's useless. Until he picked up an iron box engraved with unfamiliar patterns in the ruins. The moment the blood dripped on it, Wanjie Farm was successfully bound. Planting apples in the spiritual field can heal injuries, taming monsters in the pasture can build an army, and climbing technology in the workshop can reduce dimensionality and attack. While others were fighting to get a bottle of nutrient solution, he had already stocked up 30,000 spiritual fruits on the farm. Later, the young master in the martial arts world knelt down and begged him to sell his spiritual rice, the madman in steampunk cried and gave him blueprints, and the elf queen gave him the entire fountain of life in exchange for a seed. Everyone thought he was trash. Until the day when the evil god himself tears the sky apart and the sanctuary is about to be destroyed. Lynch finally walked out of the farm, with an army of Warcraft, armed mechas, and destined workers from three worlds standing behind him. He looked up at the huge eyes in the sky and moved his wrist. "Don't panic," he said, "let me study it and see if you can... Plant it in my field." ——This is a story about a waste who secretly farmed in the last days and accidentally used the evil god as fertilizer.