Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System
Chapter 175: Golden Fields

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Golden Fields

The path at the other end of the stream leads to a deeper forest. Vines intertwine like a net, and trees tower like walls, completely blocking out the sun. The sun seems to be swallowed by this forest, leaving only sporadic spots of light penetrating through the leaves, like broken beams of light.

The footsteps are particularly clear in the silence, and occasionally there is a slight sound of mutated insects crawling in the grass, which makes people nervous. But the insects do not mind them. They just chirp in their own way and wander in the forest.

If you don’t cause them trouble, they will simply ignore you. They are truly very different from the mutated insects in the cities.

Old Man Zhou muttered in a low voice, carefully picking those strange-colored and peculiar-shaped herbs from the roots of the trees.

No one dared to speak. The lessons of the end of the world are profound, and every word may awaken the dormant murderous intent.

But as they walked, the dense forest gradually became sparse.

Suddenly, the world opened up.

A golden field suddenly appeared before their eyes, as if it had been torn out of another world.

The sun shone down, shining like glass. The golden wheat waves gently rose and fell in the breeze, like a sleeping sea, and like a dream. It was not weeds, but wheat—a vast expanse of mature wheat fields.

Everyone stopped at the edge of the woods, their eyes full of shock and confusion.

"...Where is this place?" someone asked in a low voice.

"It’s wheat... It’s really wheat." Another voice murmured to himself, trembling with disbelief.

"But this... How is it possible?"

This land is full of mutated animals and plants, poisonous vines, and traps that devour life. How could there be such a neat, intact, and unpolluted wheat field?

The wheat ears were full, golden in color, and hung their heads heavily. There were no insect bites, no disease spots, and it was so perfect that it was almost unreal.

Lin Ci said softly, "This... can’t be true."

Before she finished speaking, someone in the team suddenly rushed out.

It was a middle-aged survivor. His sleeves were covered with dust, and his cheeks were sunburned. He fell to the ground in the wheat field, and with trembling hands, he grabbed a handful of wheat ears, as if he were holding a priceless treasure.

"It’s wheat! It’s really wheat!" His voice was broken and crying, "Top-quality wheat! Look at the color, the weight... we are saved!"

The air seemed to be ignited.

The crowd was boiling in an instant, cheering and rushing into the field. Some people stroked the wheat, some squatted down to check the soil, and some were so excited that they didn’t know what to do—just stood there stupidly, smiling like a child.

"We are saved!"

"Flour! Lots of flour!"

"We can eat steamed buns again!"

Hope poured into their hearts like sunshine. At that moment, they were no longer the remnants of the defeated survivors struggling to survive, but travelers who found their destination.

But Liora didn’t move.

She stood in the shade of the tree, her eyes calm and her brows slightly furrowed.

This is too abnormal.

In this forest covered with pollution and death, how could a wheat field without any protection and without any living breath suddenly appear?

She walked slowly along the edge of the field, observing the terrain while looking for traps, wild animals, or other abnormalities.

There were no footprints, no guarding beasts, and no mutant plants hidden among the crops.

Only wheat.

Only this piece of heaven-like gift.

She squatted down and came to a slightly raised small earth slope at the edge of the field, where a few wildflowers grew. She dug up the soil and saw no traces of human turning or tilling.

Everything seemed to grow naturally.

"Is it... a gift from nature?" she murmured. "There are too many miracles buried in this land. Maybe... this wheat field is one of them."

But she still felt a little uneasy in her heart.

This beauty came too easily.

Xu Kai walked to her side, silently looking at the surging wheat waves in the distance, his eyes deep.

"You didn’t rush in with them," he said.

"Too perfect," Liora said in a low voice. "This level of gift is often accompanied by a price."

"I feel the same way."

The two looked at each other, and both read the same vigilance and calmness in each other’s eyes.

But the meaning of this wheat field is not only food, but also hope, human heart, and reason to live.

Giving up on it is wrong.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and her eyes were firm.

"Confirm the surrounding situation again. If there is really no danger, we... harvest."

The crowd cheered again, and their excitement was beyond words.

Some people took out cloth bags, some used old ropes to tie them, and some people learned to harvest wheat like farmers. The middle-aged man who rushed in—Uncle Shen—was standing on a stone at this moment, excitedly directing everyone.

"Everyone, listen to me! Don’t cut too low, leave the roots! Cut diagonally to avoid damaging the ears of wheat!"

His eyes were red and his voice was loud. "My father was a farmer. I went to the fields with him when I was a child! I still remember how to do it! Who would have thought that I could still use it today!"

Everyone followed him to learn. Their techniques were clumsy, but their emotions were high. Laughter floated in the fields. It was a long-lost relaxation and happiness.

Lin Ci stood at the edge and watched quietly.

Xu Kai crossed his arms and whispered, "Maybe... this is a gift from this land to you."

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were still alert.

If this is a gift, she will accept it.

But if anyone dares to covet...

She will never give it up again.

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