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From Apocalypse Boss to Farmer: My Vegetables Make Me Stronger!

J Still
In the autumn of the 28th year of the apocalypse, Gu Xi and her companions finally eliminated the last Zombie Emperor in the world. That night, at the celebration banquet held at the base, Gu Xi took the fine wine handed to her by a companion, and then... she collapsed headfirst. When she woke up again, it was already the 58th year of the apocalypse. 30 years had passed, and the beautiful world that Gu Xi had once yearned for and for which she had fought tooth and nail did not appear. Although human society had restored order, a new food crisis arose—after plants and animals underwent a second mutation, a bizarre energy that the human body could not digest, absorb, or excrete through metabolism suddenly appeared within them. And she, Gu Xiaoxi, also had a brand-new identity—a refugee girl picked up from the ruins by a group of pioneers. The newly-minted undocumented girl, Gu Xiaoxi: No more fighting and killing, no more shouldering the future of all humanity; just needing to cultivate one hundred acres of wasteland to achieve the simple dream of eating well, drinking well, and getting a peaceful night's sleep is pretty good. Later, she discovered that her former companions had all become powerful figures, while she, the former apocalyptic hero, had become a person who was never recorded in history. Gu Xiaoxi: ?
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