Mutant Farmer in The Apocalypse

"Are you the one who killed my friend, Big sister?"

…

The young man shrugged lightly, "Well, it seems that Big sister is not in the mood for a talk. Maybe this will make you talk—"

The young man suddenly dashed towards Roselia and unsheathed his short sword, ready for an attack!

Roselia stood still, showing no fear as she stared coldly at the young man. The young man frowned when he was only five feet away from her, and she didn't even move an inch.

'That's weird, I can literally kill her in one second, but she didn't even move….'

The young man's gut feeling told him that something was wrong, and his feeling was correct. The moment he was only a foot away from the beautiful woman, a big thorn suddenly popped under his feet, and the young man immediately jumped to retreat.

"What the fuck?!" The young man cursed out of shock when he saw a huge rose thorn popped from the ground. The thorn almost killed him, but he was quick enough to believe his gut feeling and retreated.

'If I was one second late, then it would be the end for me,' the young man thought.

He looked at the beautiful woman who still stood on the same spot, and he laughed dry, "Haha! As expected, you're the one who killed my comrade, right?"

"… all I do is make sure nobody enters the hut," Roselia replied.

"Hey, Big sister, tell me, what kind of ability do you have? I've never seen someone able to summon a big thorn from the ground!"

…

Roselia didn't answer for two reasons. First, because she didn't know what ability he meant, she did everything by instinct.

And second, she had no goodwill to speak with an intruder.

"Leave now," Roselia said coldly.

"Hehe, I mean, I can't do that, Big sister. Blood needs to be paid. You've killed my comrade. That means I have to kill you," the young man said. "Well, I don't really mind sparing you. You're gorgeous! Well, your skin is a bit too pale, but that's alright. Nobody is perfect in the apocalypse anyway. We're lacking women in the base. You can handle at least 13 guys, right? Don't worry, we will give you a break here and there to make sure that you don't die while we take turns, hehehe~."

Roselia clenched her fist. She couldn't imagine herself servicing other men, she was devoted to Master Yang Zhang only, and nothing would change that.

"I suggest you leave now before I can't hold myself," Roselia warned. She didn't know whether she could control herself once she was angry, but she was generally a peaceful plant.

She would never harm anyone or any animal as long as they weren't approaching the house because she knew that Master Yang Zhang was mostly a peaceful person who would never attack anyone if he wasn't attacked first.

"Hehe, Big sister, I can't leave now. You know, it's difficult to find a beautiful woman in the apocalypse. Most had turned into zombies, and those who are not zombies live in the heavily guarded shelter. Of course, we can't pick them~."

"I need to bring you to my boss. You will compensate with your body for killing our comrade, okay?"

…

Roselia's gaze darkened. She stared at the young man about 10 feet away from him, she was ready to unleash her true power, but she knew it might wake Master Yang Zhang.

She didn't want Master Yang Zhang to be disturbed in his sleep.

The young man realized that Roselia had no intention to attack first, even though he had provoked her a few times.

He sighed and shrugged again, "Really? I have to be the one attacking you again and again?"

…

"Tch, fine, you asked for it!"

The young man knew that he couldn't fight Roselia using a direct attack. She could always summon a big thorn that would pierce him and make him a human skewer.

He took a knife from the similar bag that the man with deadlock eyes had and threw a knife at Roselia.

Roselia stared at the knife and finally dodged to the right when it almost hit her face.

"Now you're finally moving, huh? I thought you have no fear," The young man mocked.

"I just don't want to ruin my face," Roselia said. 'Because I would have to stitch my face again, and I don't want Master Yang Zhang to see me with too many stitches.'

"Haha! If that knife hits you, I don't think you'll care for your beautiful face anymore because you'd be dead!" The young man now threw a knife after another to attack Roselia continuously.

Roselia dodged a few times, but she wasn't exactly a fighter, so one knife finally hit her in her thigh.

…

"Hah! Got you!" The man laughed when he saw the knife stab Roselia.

But strangely, Roselia didn't show a trace of pain— In fact, she didn't even wince in pain.

As if she felt nothing when the knife pierced her skin.

"Wait, why are you not reacting? I'm pretty sure that should hurt, right?" The young man asked.

Roselia was mortified to see her body get pierced. That was one more stitch that Master Yang Zhang may see in the future when they were on the bed together.

Roselia glared at the man with a hateful gaze, "You should pay with your skin!"

"Huh? Pay? What do you mean—"

The young man could not finish his sentence when the ground behind him suddenly shook, and a big thorn popped up from the ground.

It was so abrupt that the man was unable to dodge completely. The thorn hurt his thigh.

"ARGH!" The young man's thigh was bleeding horribly because of the deep cut. He gritted his teeth, not realizing that the worse would come soon.

"That's perfect," Roselia said. She opened her palm and kneeled on the ground. She patted the ground, and a vine full of thorns was summoned from the ground and instantly bound the young man's leg.

"ARRGHH!" The young man wailed in pain. Roselia quickly summoned another thorny vine to bind the young man's neck and choked him to death.

"Ack—ACK!" When the thorn pierced his neck, the young man struggled with all his will.

Meanwhile, Roselia used her power to sprout roses from the man's wound and then pulled the man closer to her.

"ACK! HELP—H—HELP!" The young man didn't expect this beautiful big sister to be so cruel. His neck continued to bleed, and he was on the verge of death at this point.

Roselia ripped the man's jeans and checked the black roses blooming on the wound, "Okay, this skin is nice. I can use this to fix my skin that you ruined," Roselia said.

Roselia pulled the knife on her thigh without showing any pain and sliced a big part of the man's skin on his thigh for compensation.

The man was in so much pain that he was about to faint at this point, but then, he knew that he was dead meat once he closed his eyes.

He gritted his teeth to bear the pain and used his last effort to escape by grabbing a knife from his pocket and cutting the thorny vine choking his neck while Roselia was busy slicing his skin carefully.

The young man looked at Roselia in horror because he saw that the beautiful big sister had a twisted expression on her face as she sliced a big chunk of his thigh skin.

"Okay, this is good enough. Thank you for your skin," Roselia said.

"You damn psychopath!" The man screamed and used his power by taking a mysterious rock from his pocket and inhaling it deeply.

The young man's body dissipated into dust right in front of Roselia. Roselia saw the dust fly to the sky, so it was unreachable for her.

"So that's what he calls an ability. I don't think I can turn into dust…." Roselia said as she observed the dust that escaped her vine grip.

"Well, at least I got his skin," Roselia said as she checked the thigh skin of the young man on her hand.

"H—Hopefully, Master Yang Zhang won't request me to serve him on the bed for a while. I need this skin to change color first. It would take a few days…" Roselia said.

She returned to the backyard and then checked the open wound that the man had made.

Of course, she could always stitch it, but she could use this skin plus the fat left in it to fill the gap in her thigh.

Roselia stuffed the skin inside the gap and then stitched it with the thin thread from her fingers.

"Okay, done!" Roselia was happy with her fixed thigh. It was a bit unfortunate since she couldn't use more of that man's skin and meat to stuff herself, but at least she had left a souvenir for him.

"I've planted rosebuds in the wound on his neck.. I am sure his friends will see the consequence of disturbing Master Yang Zhang's sleep."