I was the only person on Earth who predicted the zombie outbreak. So what’s an agriculture grad student least afraid of? Farming and hoarding food! While the world fell apart, my crew and I got busy. Soon enough, we were feasting on fresh lettuce wraps with grilled meat and even firing up hotpot feasts! But surviving the apocalypse isn't all barbecues and buffets. Scorching natural disasters, looters hiding in the shadows, and terrifyingly smart zombies are closing in... So here’s the real

Su Xiaomu died. And his death was... humiliating. Found naked. Stripped bare. Then he woke up—reborn into a post-apocalyptic world. Flat broke. Dirt poor. Penniless. Now they expect this "relic" who knows nothing about survival to fight zombies?! Staring into the bloody maw of an oncoming zombie, he closed his eyes, resigned. "This is it..." Huh?! No pain? He opened his eyes. Lush green grass, blooming flowers, and ripe fruit greeted him... as if the zombies were just a night

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