Synopsis
Ye Xuan spent ten years surviving the apocalypse with nothing but a wood-type ability. He made it through the early chaos when people were killing each other over scraps, through the messy middle period where every faction was at each other's throats, and all the way to the other side where things had finally settled down and life had some kind of shape to it. He was sitting there genuinely debating whether to grow a watermelon or an apple for after dinner, and then — white light. Back to before it all started. Ye Xuan: WTF! Ye Xuan, freshly reborn:…
