The Apocalypse Farmer's Manual Novels & Stories

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

When am I supposed to wake up? Lila facepalmed. “For now, I'll go to the house to plant my fruits.” She had bought some seeds before the apocalypse but hadn't planted them yet. In a second, she appeared in her house. “Hello Mimi,” she should have known Mimi wouldn't respond. With a huff, she sauntered to the farm at the back of the house. Lila’s eyes brightened as she saw the vast land now filled with all sorts of trees and vegetables.

“Now then, I said I needed to talk to you, but I also need your help. Something happened here.” “Whatever happened here is your problem, not mines.” “Ah, but you see, you’re wrong. What happened here also affects you.” She looked at him, puzzled. He then clapped his hands three times, causing the lights to come on. There, in the middle of the room, the two of them could see the body of someone lying on the floor. A limb was torn off, intestines were ripped out. A gaping hole where the stomach should be stared at her. The head was turned in an unnatural way and their eyes were gone. Or more naturally pecked out. It was a gruesome scene. Something she hadn’t seen since she learned of the outbr

He knew he was being extorted, but he had no choice. He pushed the pouch toward the informant and took the scroll. As he opened and read it in a deserted alley outside, a cold anger coursed through him. The scroll did contain information. Very detailed information about... the history of agriculture in the northern region. Sorghum crop rotation patterns, the ideal soil pH for growing Cloud Root Ginseng, and the annual migration patterns of the Jade-Horned Beetle. It had absolutely nothing to do with sects or cultivators. He had been cheated. Blatantly and shamelessly.

"We did that one. Kitchen floor, a lifetime ago, you told me the pathogen wasn't natural and handed me ARBITER like a receipt you were hoping I wouldn't read. I've had population reduction and modelled collapse and containment was never the objective filed and underlined since before the dead stood up. Old news. Grieved." Correct. "This is newer and worse. Whoever wrote DECAY never closed the file. They're still at the desk. And they're counting what they've lost." Yes. "Assets, the transcript says. People say assets when they mean people they'd rather not call people." A pause. Yes. Maya sits with that. Outside, someone laughs in VIBE, muffled and warm and entirely unaware that the machine

This needs to be upgraded“. He pressed the upgrade button and his money was deducted 50,000 gold coins. A timer also started counting down above the barn. It has 7 hours and 59 minutes countdown. He didn't mind it and started wantonly using his money. Buying the things he can buy to complete the mission given by the system. From seedlings of trees, fruits, vegetables, and infrastructure. Far on the distance there was a forest. It has many different kind of trees in the same land. Feng Shaotian was the culprit of it, he planted those trees for the purpose of making house in the future.

Being a saint was the deadliest during an apocalypse. [Ding! The human body fishing ended successfully. Time to settle the rewards!] [Congratulations, you've received: 1 small nuclear fusion generator, 1 high-pressure water gun, 1 indoor soilless cultivation base, 3 premium cold-resistant combat suits!] Looking at the generator that was flashing blue in the system storage, I was elated. With this thing around, our home could still feel like spring all year round, even if the power outside was completely cut off. We could even have a barbecue.

Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm. Oliver's face contorted with rage. He looked ready to snap, ready to unleash the same kind of violence he had used to punish me in our past life. But did it even matter? Before he could explode, the mediator called him outside for questioning. One by one, everyone was interrogated. By the end of it, my innocence was undeniable. The apocalypse was a global catastrophe. Anyone trying to use the zombie virus as a tool would first have to ensure they weren't infected themselves. That alone made it nearly impossible.

She gave a small wave and pressed down on the accelerator. The loader lurched forward with a heavy crash. The grinder in the bucket roared back to life. The massive machine pushed ahead, chewing through whatever was in front of it. The man scrambled up, limping, half crawling as he dragged himself out of the way. He barely cleared the loader's path, brushing past it as it rolled by. From above, Hayley's voice drifted down, light and casual. "Seriously? It's the apocalypse. Who do you think you're scamming?"