Chapter 1: The Galaxy’s Premier Poultry Farmer

[Host vital signs detected at critical level, Post-Apocalyptic Farm Survival System forcibly activating...]
[Planting module loading...]
[Infrastructure module loading...]
[Management module loading...]
[Loading complete. Host mission: Operate the farm until the world is fully purified, record precious data on the evolution of human civilization, and safely return.]

What kind of chicken head? Braised or stewed?
Raising two chickens on the starship wasn’t easy, better to conserve the food—let’s go with braised.

Tang Miao’s throat was dry and burning, as if on fire. Her curled-up body felt crushed under some heavy weight, while the stench of decay aggressively invaded her nostrils.

She struggled to open her eyelids. Her eyeballs were bloodshot, turning the entire world a deep red.

In front of her were large characters: New Century Department Store.

Her gaze shifted. On both sides of the supermarket were several milk tea and cake shops.

Judging by the surroundings, this appeared to be a human civilization with primitive technology, which had undergone some grim events.

The store’s contents had been looted, glass doors and walls splattered with blood, and the staff lay twisted and motionless on the ground.

[Host vital signs normalized, consciousness substantially restored, mission officially activated.]
[Warm reminder: In one month, this world will undergo a second purification. Please collect tools and materials for farm site selection, construction, and management by yourself. Auxiliary equipment has been issued; please search for them independently.]
[Wishing the host longevity and smooth travels!]

A dull ache throbbed in her brain as knowledge unique to this stage of human civilization flooded her mind.

Tang Miao brushed away a bluish-gray hand draped over her head and stood up. Only then did she see that what had been pressing on her was the severed limb of a special kind of human.

Half the skull was gone, revealing grayish-green brain tissue, and an eyeball dangled outside its socket.

Suppressing her nausea, Tang Miao curiously pressed the limb with her finger. The skin was cold and stiff, like a chunk of frozen meat.

Humans at this stage of civilization were generally known as: zombies.

Not unlike the annoying insectoid creatures from her starship.

But since she was here, she’d make the best of it.

If not for this system, she would have died in the starship crash.

From now on, she was Tang Miao.

Something about farming and running a farm, right?

Tang Miao was the rarest breeder in the starry void, with an SSS-level mental power!

Only she could nurture the remaining animal embryos left by humanity.

The interstellar community even awarded her the title of “Gold Medal Chicken Breeder.”

Proudly admiring herself, she noticed a fire hydrant on the roadside spurting water, attracting her attention.

Her eyes lit up as she pressed herself against the flowing stream.

Amazing, simply amazing!

So this was the taste of humanity’s primitive water resources—far fresher than any nutrient solution!

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