The Apocalypse Farmer's Manual Novels & Stories

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

Asked the man with enthusiasm before descending from his golem. "Yes! Some of them are going to be under your tutelage for a few days. I hope you don't mind." "Not in the slightest! I'd be more than happy to help the holy ones!" The farmer pumped his chest and took off his mask. He had gray skin and brown hair as the first girl they met, but his horns were about 10 cm bigger. His mouth was much longer, reaching his pointed ears, and full of sharp teeth. "My name is Far-" Another glitch, both him and every farmer in the vicinity started to contort in pain as they glowed in blue light and scream for help in an unknown language.

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

"Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..." He let it hang. "If you want my protection, you'll have to pay." A guy leaned out his window and yelled, "How much?" Total shut-in. Slept through the countdown. Woke up with two sewer roaches as his "pets." Loyal or not, roaches weren't saving anybody. Alan smiled. "Sixty pounds of grain per person. Every month." The whole complex exploded. The apocalypse hit out of nowhere. Even the people who panic-bought only had a few hundred, maybe a thousand pounds of food.

Please let me into the bunker… I don't want to die with pigs…] I didn't reply to a single message. Not until the fifth day after the apocalypse, when the bunker's alarm system suddenly went off. I pulled up the exterior surveillance feed and was greeted with a scene so absurd it was almost comical. Stanley, Daisy, and Denise had wrapped themselves head to toe in soaked bedsheets, like three shambling mummies, and were creeping toward the disguised entrance of my bunker. They had risked their lives to find it. Stanley pounded the scorching metal door with all his strength, his voice hoarse as he screamed, "Amelia! Open the door! We know you're in there! Open up!"

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

His actions will speak for him. We pull up in front of a normal-looking house. It is two stories and is the larger size but it looks nothing like what people would assume the leader would have. There is a garage with a nice yard and a wraparound porch. My mate thanks to the driver and then comes around and opens my door holding out his hand. I take it and get out and see that my bags are setting on the porch. Someone must have brought them here while we were at the reaping. We make our way up the steps and my mate unlocks the door and takes my bags in with him.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

A journey of five young people will show you how to overcome your worst fear and fight your most formidable foe. I can't guarantee how the storey will end. So, get ready to travel in a new world system, set aside everything, because your world is about to implode... In 2075...