The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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[Druid growth progress +1, currently 20/100]

Day 3...Day 4...Day 5...

The days seemed to fall into a fixed cycle: honing skills, resting and recovering, tending to the potatoes, and calculating the consumption of food and water.

One bag of noodles was eaten.

The rice also dropped a little bit.

The water in the water dispenser bottle has finally run out.

Han Ning had no choice but to start using bottled water.

He feels a pang of regret every time he opens a new bottle of mineral water.

As for taking a bath, that's something I'm not even considering.

After six or seven days of training.

The proficiency level of the Vine Technique has been increased to [87/100].

The number of vines he summons is now stable at seven to eight, with a deep dark green color, a thickness comparable to an adult's finger, and a tough texture. When he swings them, they make a faint sound of wind.

The most crucial thing is control; he can now control the vines to emerge from designated locations with relatively high precision.

They can also command them to perform simple entanglement, whipping, and binding actions, and their operation is becoming more and more proficient.

Although the spiritual energy consumed each time it is summoned seems to have increased slightly, its power and practicality are incomparable.

The "Rapid Growth" stat has also been increased to "30/100".

The potato seedlings received the best care. With Han Ning prioritizing the use of this skill as soon as his spiritual power recovered slightly, they had grown to half a person's height, with lush branches and leaves that almost filled the flowerpot. Small, pale purple flower buds had sprouted from the tips of two of the seedlings.

The overall progress of the Druid level has reached [62/100].

Chapter 4 Enemies meet on a narrow road

Late at night on the sixth day.

The sound of wind and rain outside the window continued unabated.

If they build a wind turbine, Han Ning could probably live a life without worrying about electricity.

I just finished resting, and my spiritual power is currently at its peak.

[Spiritual Power: 10/10]

He stared intently at a makeshift target made of empty mineral water bottles three meters away.

"Vine Technique!" With a thought, there was no need to deliberately shout out the skill name.

Chi Chi Chi!

Eight dark green vines, each about the thickness of a finger, burst forth from nowhere.

Han Ning's fingers trembled slightly.

These vines in his hands were like invisible threads manipulated by a puppeteer.

Two lightning bolts wrapped around the bottle body to secure it, four crossed and tightened the neck of the bottle, and the last two very nimbly lashed the bottom of the bottle.

"Snapped!"

The fragile plastic bottle couldn't withstand the concentrated force of the crushing blow; it deformed instantly and then, with a "bang," was shredded to pieces.

Plastic fragments and bottle caps flew everywhere.

After repeatedly crushing the mineral water bottle.

[Vine Technique Proficiency +7, currently 95/100]

[Druid growth progress +2, currently 88/100]

"The effect is not bad."

Han Ning's lips curled up slightly, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

If he were to face a small, juvenile crocodile lizard now, he was confident that he could use his vines to tightly entangle it in one fell swoop, and even break its bones.

Of course, he still wasn't confident when facing an adult crocodile lizard.

With his spiritual energy depleted, he went to the kitchen as usual to check the food inventory and prepare a dinner to replenish his energy.

After nearly ten days of eating, drinking, and relieving oneself.

The water dispenser bottle was already empty, and only seven bottles of mineral water remained next to it.

The noodles are all gone, and only a third of the rice is left.

The compressed biscuits weren't touched much.

There's still half a can of beans left.

Unfortunately, these beans are fried orchid beans, so they can't be grown anymore.

The potatoes are growing well and should be nearing maturity.

Far water cannot quench near thirst.

"We can hold out for another three or four days at most."

"It seems I have no choice but to go out."

Actually, we have enough dry food in stock, but water is in very short supply.

Water is the source of life, and Han Ning felt that if he were without water for a day, he probably wouldn't even be able to replenish his spiritual energy.

The recovery of spiritual energy is closely related to the physical condition.

Feeling slightly tired, Han Ning went to the kitchen to prepare a meal to maintain vital signs.

Fortunately, I had a sudden urge to go hiking and bought a portable gas stove and six gas canisters.

Before even reaching the foot of the mountain, they were too exhausted and had to give up halfway.

These equipment were then shelved.

Unexpectedly, it came in very handy.

A bowl of half-cooked rice, about 300g, with a little bit of a mixture of soy sauce and cooking oil, plus a little chili sauce, to supplement the daily fat requirement and add some flavor to the bland dish.

A few grilled broad beans are placed on top of the white rice.

He needs to eat 600-700g of rice a day and must always make sure he doesn't get too hungry, otherwise it will affect the recovery of his spiritual power.

Han Ning mechanically stuffed mouthfuls of rice into his mouth and chewed them.

Every now and then, he would pick up a brown broad bean and greedily lick the barbecue-flavored seasoning on it, as if he were savoring some supreme delicacy.

"I'm not eating rice, I'm eating roast beef, twice-cooked pork, braised pork knuckle, spicy crayfish..." He closed his eyes and entered a fantasy world.

After dinner, Han Ning lay on the bed, staring straight ahead, quietly waiting for sleepiness to come.

I've been here for almost 10 days. The apartment has been without power for a long time, and the bedroom is completely dark. What can I do besides stare blankly?

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Han Ning gradually felt sleepy.

Sudden.

"Gah~"

A chilling, eerie sound seemed to explode right next to my ear.

It wasn't thunder, but the sound of some enormous force violently striking metal.

Immediately following was a tooth-grinding, sharp, piercing sound of metal twisting and tearing.

"Crunch... Crack!!!"

"?!"

Han Ning quickly sat up and listened intently.

The sound was clearly coming from the direction of the small balcony outside his living room!

Without a second thought, Han Ning rushed toward the living room, his right hand outstretched, a deep green aura slowly gathering in his palm.

The balcony door was tightly closed.

Using the faint green light emitted as Han Ning gathered power in his palm vine technique, he could vaguely see what was happening outside.

On the balcony windowsill, the once intact metal security grille now had a tear the size of a washbasin.

A hideous head was squeezed there, its yellow vertical pupils, the size of ping-pong balls, gleaming with a ferocious light in the darkness.

They kept their eyes fixed on Han Ning inside the house.

It opened its protruding mouth and used its numerous tiny, sharp teeth to fiercely tear at the edge of the security grille.

The creaking and scraping of metal continued incessantly.

"It's that guy again, he really holds a grudge."

Han Ning felt that the juvenile crocodile lizard in front of him was about the same size as the one he had chased away a few days ago, and it seemed to be the same one.

"Hiss!!"

Seemingly sensing the threat in Han Ning's palm, the young crocodile lizard let out a short, sharp hiss, and its attack became even more ferocious.

Its powerful hind legs stomped on the outer wall, and its entire forebody squeezed inward.

"Crack!"

Another support bar was completely bitten through.

"You son of a bitch, go to hell!"

A fierce glint flashed in Han Ning's eyes, and his right palm, poised to strike, suddenly thrust forward.

Chi Chi Chi.

A deep green aura burst forth from his palm as if it were a tangible substance.

Eight dark green vines lashed out like long whips.