Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life - Chapter 10: You Can Count It With a Palm

This novel is also known as The World Is A Wasteland: I Obtained A Top Tier Shelter

The meteorite destroyed the world, and the global people traveled to the wasteland world!

The monstrous flood, the ice age, the advent of alien beasts, the plant plague…

Under the random disaster once every seven days, if you want to survive, you must build a higher-level shelter!

Lin Yue awakened the 100% treasure chest system, and since then he has opened up a completely different style of painting from others.

Others: “The explosion rate of the treasure chest is too low? I still haven’t killed fifty mutant creatures!”

Lin Yue: “There are too many boxes and there is no room in the inventory. Do I have to upgrade the shelter to build a warehouse? Oh, it’s so annoying.”

- Description from novelbuddy

He is a ger who came from feudal times. His greatest wish is to have a piece of land that belongs to him, marry a hard-working man and have a lovely baby. Live a simple and warm life.

He is a major general of the Federation, cold, ruthless, frightening, aloof. It’s the label given by everyone who knows him.

However, the failure of a mission made the strong and cold him encounters the delicate and gentle him. People of two extreme personalities unexpectedly get along harmoniously.

The world says,

The reason why he is cold is that he gave all his tenderness to his little husband.

Only when his little husband is around him can he become approachable.

- Description from Novelupdates

Everyone in the City of Jing thinks that bestowment of marriage between Xian Junwang and the daughter of the Yi’an Marquis House is to insert a fresh flower into manure.

Xian Junwang was that fresh flower and the di daughter of Yi’an Marquis House was that manure that was not liked.

It is said that what is heard is false, seeing is believing. Who knows what the truth really is?

- Description from novelupdates

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?