Global Plants vs. Zombies: I Can Add Passives to Plants

Global Plants vs. Zombies: I Can Add Passives to Plants

Author: Respect Time

Introduction: Crazy Dave awakened the Plant Garden for humanity, allowing them to plant unique plants to fight against zombies.

Lin Yue, who had always acted like Jiahao, awakened the Planting Talent [Passive Scripting]. He could attach unique passives to each plant species. Relying on this unique talent, Lin Yue did not need to become stronger than others; he only needed to stall, and he would naturally grow to be invincible and become the true Jiahao.

Entering the garden, he immediately carved the first entry [Growth] for the Wall-nut: for every full day the plant grows, its maximum health permanently increases by ten points.

The Chomper's first entry [Devour]: gain 50 points of maximum health for every unit successfully eaten.

Depending on entry modification, his plants will become the sturdiest defense line in the entire residential area.

When Dr. Zomboss reached Lin Yue's garden, "No, what on earth is this?"

Gargantuar: "Speaking of which, I'm afraid everyone won't believe it. I've already smashed that damn Tall-nut dozens of times, and there isn't even a crack."

Dr. Zomboss: "Even the Chomper at Dave's house wasn't this big. What do you mean the Chomper stretched its stems and directly climbed onto my mecha to bite me?"

Dr. Zomboss: "Is there any plant law left?"

Chapter 1 Just Turned 18 ~ Jiahao

[Put your brain here, it won't be eaten by zombies]

[Put your brain here, zombies will gnaw on your brain]

[This book is slow-paced]

My name is Lin Yue.

I am just an ordinary high school senior with no special talents and a funny personality, but everyone calls me Jiahao. I wake up at 8:00 AM, go to bed at 9:00 PM, must drink a glass of milk before bed, and argue with the old fogey after waking up.

I have been so grand all these years, until now.

Now comes this unfamiliar world: the zombie cataclysm of fifty years ago, collapsed nations, the lingering Human Federation, and the plant gardens guarding humanity's last stand...

Scene after scene was crystal clear, shocking all his cognition.

Lin Yue sat dazedly in his seat, his pupils trembling slightly, and even his fingertips could not help quivering slightly.

Or rather, carrying the memories of his past life, he had been reborn into this Plants vs. Zombies world!

In this world, things had completely fallen fifty years ago.

The war between Dr. Zomboss and Crazy Dave did not originally belong to this dimension.

That was a protracted ultimate showdown between plants and zombies that took place in another spacetime. Two mad scientists threw biochemical weapons and plant genes at each other across the barrier of time and space, fighting so fiercely that the heavens and earth turned dark.

Yet, nobody knew at which node a mistake happened. The battlefield suddenly tore open, and a distorted torrent of energy carrying the zombie virus poured down onto this blue planet.

By the time humanity reacted, the streets and alleys were already crawling with shuffling zombies.

The culprit was none other than... that Crazy Dave, who wore a pot on his head, floral trousers, and forever clamped a stalk of unknown grass in his mouth.

Dave had explained it this way: "I wanted to eat a hot corn tortilla, just one bite, but that bald Dr. Zomboss kept coming to make trouble, so I had to blow up his experimental field and incidentally... uh, probably accidentally opened a few doors."

Fortunately, Dave provided compensation, though who knew what kind of technology he used?

He installed a system on everyone in the world, allowing humans to acquire a yard system and travel to their own residential yard.

However, Dr. Zomboss's attacks were fierce, firearms failed, the technological civilization collapsed, and all nations perished entirely.

The surviving humans huddled together for warmth, forming the unified Human Federation. Retreating step by step, they could only cower within one plant residential area after another, relying on plant gardens to drag out a meager existence to this day.

Fortunately, anyone who reached the age of eighteen would awaken binding qualifications, unlock an exclusive plant garden, and gain the ability to obtain plants, fight zombies, and guard their residential area.

Students under eighteen could only stay in the safe teaching area to receive education, waiting for the day they came of age.

Thinking of this, Lin Yue frowned.

As it happened.

Lin Yue had just turned 18~

In his past life, he was merely an ordinary college student on Blue Star who was well-versed in all the characteristics of Plants vs. Zombies.

Reborn into this real world, he did not know whether his memories were actually useful. After all, this was reality, not a game, and those game bugs simply could not be exploited.

Just as Lin Yue suppressed the turbulence in his heart, the head teacher on the platform put down the lesson plan and interrupted the whispering in the classroom with a solemn expression.

"Quiet!"

His gaze swept across the newly adult students sitting below, his tone heavy and earnest.

"Today is the coming-of-age ceremony for all of you. From this moment on, you are no longer children under the protection of the Federation, and you officially possess the qualification to enter the [Plant Garden]. Now, you have grown into adults."

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously somewhat playful classroom instantly quieted down. Everyone subconsciously straightened their bodies, their eyes mixed with tension, fear, and a hint of trepidation about the future.

In this zombie-infested apocalyptic era, coming of age was never a celebration; rather, it meant death. One had to know that once one entered the plant garden, the mortality rate was as high as 80%.

The head teacher continued to explain in a deep voice, "I will reiterate the Federation garden rules one last time."

"All adult humans will be uniformly assigned to enter safe residential areas. A standard residential area has a fixed establishment of one hundred people. One hundred people correspond to one hundred independent plant gardens—one person per garden, each performing their duties and jointly defending the residential area's defense line."

"At the same time, a dynamic merger mechanism is activated: once the number of people who die in battle in a residential area exceeds half, or the remaining number of people drops below 50, the residential area will be automatically disbanded and randomly merged into other unfilled hundred-person residential areas to make up the establishment again."

Crucial rules were laid out bluntly before everyone.

The law of the jungle dictates that the dead are eliminated; losers are continuously merged and culled until they are completely annihilated in the horde of zombies.

Quite a few students in the class turned pale, their palms quietly sweating.

They all knew that the garden was humanity's only line of defense and also the battlefield of life and death for adults.

If you could defend your garden, you still had a chance to live; if you couldn't, to put it bluntly, you just died, or to phrase it less pleasantly, you let a zombie tear open your scalp and eat your brain.

This terror before death was something no one could accept, and quite a few people had even begun to quietly cry in their seats.

Whatever, I'll step in. Lin Yue kept a straight face as he said this, looking even somewhat disdainful.

"Oh fuck, Jiahao is acting up again."

"Seriously though, I'm not even nervous anymore."

The head teacher looked at Lin Yue, sighed, adjusted her tone, and grew accustomed to it after so many years.

She continued, "However, the comforting part is that that damned crazy scientist will give every newcomer a beginner's gift pack.

The first part consists of two mature plants, namely the Sunflower and the Peashooter. The Sunflower produces sun, which is the energy you use to plant everything, and the Peashooter is the most basic attacking unit in the initial stage, with a steady firing rate and reliable damage."

"The second part consists of five random plant seeds. They might be Wall-nuts, Potato Mines, Peashooters, or even some mutated varieties you've never heard of.

But I'll give you a piece of advice as someone who has been through it: the survival rate of those five seeds is only five percent. From a seed sprouting to growing into a mature plant that can enter combat, it takes at least nearly a month.

And the first month of a new residential area happens to be the period when the zombie horde is most frequent. Whether you have the luck and ability to raise the seeds depends on yourselves."

Upon hearing this news, the entire classroom fell pin-drop silent. If you were lucky enough to get a Peashooter and a Sunflower, you would at least have a very high probability of surviving the early stage.

If it really was as the teacher said, and the beginner's reward given by the crazy scientist was five seeds, then you probably wouldn't even survive the first day.

"Then..."

"Then... then how did the five percent of people from before survive?"

Finally, a bold boy raised his hand and asked everyone's doubt with a trembling voice.

"They must have been saved by someone capable like me."

Lin Yue said, and suddenly stood up, dropping to the classroom floor to start doing push-ups.

"No way, bro."

A wave of speechlessness swept across the class.

The teacher on the podium looked as usual, pushed her glasses up, and said:

"You must know that when entering each residential area for the initial time, some wild, ownerless plants originally grow by the roadside. Those are left behind by that damned crazy scientist, and some have even grown to maturity. If you're lucky, you can certainly transplant them into your own garden, provided of course that you have a Lawn Mower and a shovel."

"However, you don't need to worry right now. Which of your parents present doesn't have a plant garden? You can seek supernatural plants from your parents. Although... for the first time, you cannot bring plants that have undergone breakthroughs. But... even if you just bring in a Sunflower, it can make your early stage smoother."

"And you damned Lin Yue, sit down for me! On the last day, if you want to eat chalk, don't say I didn't warn you."

Lin Yue accepted the teacher's out, smoothly sitting on the desk instead of the stool—don't ask why he didn't sit on the stool, because this was cooler.

He temporarily ignored the head teacher's grinding teeth and his classmates' strange gazes.

He sorted through some knowledge in his brain. He knew that although he didn't have his previous memories after all these years, he had still learned a thing or two.

There were only two ways to obtain a Lawn Mower: one came with the initial plant garden of its own accord, and the second was to explore plant gardens breached by zombies, pushing those ownerless Lawn Mowers to one's own garden.

As for shovels, it was the same. One could say that in this world, luck was still supreme.

As for that damned crazy scientist, he must be that guy Dave.

Lin Yue barely managed to sort out the knowledge in his brain. It basically belonged to a similar tower defense setup: newcomers guarded a residential area in units of one hundred, and each residential area had a probability of being invaded by zombies at night, though there was also a probability of not being invaded.

Chapter 2: This is Chengdu, I'm getting off

(I think everyone is tired of the traditional bully picking on the protagonist; well, actually I'm tired of it myself, so I want to try something different.)

(Everyone should be tired of the fat teammate trope as well, so I plan to do something different.)

"I've said everything I need to say. Having taught you for so many years, I hope you can all return alive."

As her voice trailed off, the head teacher stood on the podium, her shoulders slightly tense. Zhao Xiulan had been teaching for twelve years, sending off four cohorts of students. Every single cohort she had said, "I hope you can all return alive," yet not a single cohort had ever returned in full.

The most tragic year saw forty-two people in the class, with only seven remaining after three months. She stood at the cemetery gates for an entire night, returning to class the next day as usual, only the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were a bit deeper.

The head teacher was also a plant garden owner—a Tier One garden owner.

Every year, she would use her own plant quota to save a few backup seeds for the class, quietly slipping them into the backpacks of students from poor families, or those whose parents had died in battle.

Everyone knew about this, yet no one ever brought it up, only flashing a huge smile whenever they saw the head teacher, just like a Sunflower.

At this moment, she stood on the podium, looking at the faces she had spent three years with day and night. Some were still laughing and fooling around, some were lowering their heads to pick at the corners of their desks, and some were holding textbooks, flipping over and over through those few pages of the garden survival guide.

Her eye sockets suddenly turned red.

She turned around, pretending to organize her lesson plans, and blinked hard a few times to force down that stinging sensation.

When she turned back around, her voice had already returned to calm, save for a trace of imperceptible hoarseness hidden at the tail end.

"Class dismissed."

"One last reminder before class ends: everyone can carry a single item from the real world into the plant garden, including mature supernatural plants. Go home tonight and think carefully about what to bring and what not to bring. This relates to whether you can survive the first week."

With that, she didn't look at anyone else, picked up her lesson plans, and turned to walk out of the classroom, her steps much faster than usual. A suppressed sob drifted from the end of the corridor, blown away by the wind in the empty hallway.

"How could a flock of loose chickens and shattered dogs compare to the bright moon? Watch me forcefully suppress the ages and preserve spring this time."

Lin Yue muttered out of nowhere again, and the people beside him silently ignored this Bro Hao.

As soon as Teacher Zhao left, the classroom instantly exploded in a din.

"The head teacher started shedding tears secretly again," a few mischievous students instead joked.

It was not that they did not respect the teacher, but rather that they wanted to liven up this gloomy atmosphere.

"Young Master Wang! Young Master Wang, isn't your dad a Tier Three? He must have prepared everything for you, right?"

"That's right, Young Master Wang. Your grandpa has fought on the front lines for so many years; casually leaking a bit of stuff down would be enough for us ordinary people to eat for a lifetime!"

"What is Young Master Wang bringing? Tell us about it!"

The youth surrounded in the middle slowly stood up from his seat.

Wang Mao stood a meter ninety tall, with a buzz cut, broad shoulders, and a thick back. Standing there, he looked like a wall.

His face was square and handsome, and his eyebrows were thick and dark. When he smiled, his two canine teeth were especially noticeable, and his entire person was like a sunflower grown a bit too luxuriantly, radiant enough to be somewhat blinding.

His parents and grandfather were all frontline soldiers; his father was a Tier Three mid-stage courtyard owner, his mother was a logistics coordinator, and his grandfather was even a veteran who had participated in the "Border Counterattack" fifteen years ago, with medals hanging all over a wall at home. In such an apocalyptic era, Wang Mao's family background could be called illustrious, but he never used it to oppress others.

Usually, whenever someone couldn't carry their books, he hoisted them up in one go; whenever someone skipped cleaning duty, he quietly finished mopping the floor; when someone in the class was bullied by another class, he stood at the other's doorway and the opponents instantly chickened out. Once during free time in P.E. class, someone suddenly suffered from hypoglycemia and fainted on the sports field, and Wang Mao carried him on his back all the way to the infirmary at a speed faster than a 100-meter sprint. Everyone respected him as "Young Master Wang" not only because his family was formidable, but even more because he was truly reliable as a person.

The only flaw was that Wang Mao meddled in too much.

Whenever anyone in the class couldn't recite the Plant Almanac, couldn't remember zombie weaknesses, or couldn't tell apart the sunflower sun-production efficiency, Wang Mao's radiant and sunny face would instantly gather dark clouds.

He would block that person's seat after class and say with a deadpan expression, "Tonight, I'm going to your house for tutoring."

This sentence was fine for the girls, amounting at most to studying for two extra hours at home.

But for the boys, it was practically human torture.