Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World

They believed that if someone like Mr. Kim, who had saved the entire safe zone, wasn't divine, then who could possibly be?

Kim Haru himself was unaware that people were elevating his status in this way. Over the three days the crops were growing, he finally allowed himself to relax and rest comfortably in his small cabin.

On the third day, his sound-transmitting snail started ringing frantically.

When he answered, Jang Dojung's voice burst through, "Mr. Kim! Mr. Kim! They've ripened! The potatoes, cabbages, and even soybeans—they've all fully matured!"

Kim Haru realized that three days had already passed.

Time really flew by.

"Oh," he replied calmly, "Then go ahead and harvest them."

There was a pause on the other end, and Jang Dojung sounded slightly stunned. "Are you sure they're ready to be harvested? Perhaps you should come take a look, sir. None of us have seen normal plants grow this quickly before, and we're worried we might mess something up if we try to handle it ourselves."

"Alright," Haru agreed. He had planned to oversee the harvest anyway.

That day, nearly everyone who had heard the news in the Pyeongseong Safe Zone showed up. The crowds that was gathered around the lush green fields, forming a sea of people.

The moment HlKim Haru appeared, cheers erupted from the crowd, louder and more enthusiastic than the reception for any international celebrity.

Kim Haru was taken aback.

"Why are there so many people?" he murmured, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the overwhelming crowd.

Jang Dojang, who was aware of Haru's preferences, quickly had a makeshift canopy set up and shielding him from view while explaining, "Everyone heard that the crops are ready to be harvested, so they rushed over to see. After all, with how long the apocalypse has dragged on, this is the first batch of completely normal plants anyone has grown. It's only natural for them to be excited."

Kin Haru understood.

Alright, as long as he couldn't see them now, he could just pretend they weren't there.

Jang Dojung approached and asked, "Mr. Kim, do you think these are ready for harvesting?"

He leaned down to touch one of the plants. "Yes, they're ready."

Jang Dojung still seemed hesitant. "So… we just harvest them? Is there nothing special we should keep in mind?" Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

"Oh, there is one thing."

"What's that?" Jang Dojung's expression immediately grew serious.

"When you're digging up the potatoes, be careful not to damage them," Kim Haru advised, drawing on his own experience from previous harvests. "The potatoes in the ground are much larger than you'd expect."

Jang Dojung: "..."

That's it? Just that simple?

After confirming that Kim Haru truly had no additional instructions, Jang Dojung gave the order to the research team to begin organizing the harvest.

As the first shovel hit the ground, a potato popped up to the surface, fully exposed before everyone's eyes.

"Ahhhh! It's a real potato! A normal, non-mutated potato!"

"Haha, Dad, did you see that? We've grown normal food too!"

"There's hope now, hope for the apocalypse, hope for humanity!"

"It's all thanks to Mr. Kim! Thank you, Mr. Kim!"

"Thank you, Mr. Kim!"

"Thank you, Mr. Kim!"

One voice after another rose as more and more crops were harvested and piled up higher and higher. Gradually, the dark clouds in the sky parted, and sunlight began to shine through.

The Pyeongseong Safe Zone welcomed its first autumn harvest since the apocalypse began. The fields were so abundant with crops that it took more than a day or two to gather them all. Every day, countless people wandered around the edges of the farmland, to the point where it became a habit for them to look at the fields to feel assured enough to start their day's work.

Everyone knew that these fields were their guarantee for surviving the winter. Without needing instructions from higher-ups, people took it upon themselves to guard the area closely, even reporting if someone cast an odd look at the crops.

With things this well-protected, Kim Haru didn't have to worry much.

After harvesting the first batch of potatoes, cabbage, and soybeans, he used them directly as seeds for the second batch. Once these were all planted, the remaining land was sown with wheat, rice, and corn seeds brought from Gokmul County.

This round of planting also aligned with the fermentation of fertilizers from the various local pits, making them ready for use. Kim Haru didn't need to supervise everything; he only had to give an instruction, and the tasks were efficiently carried out by others.

With everything proceeding smoothly, Kim Haru could finally relax in his small cabin again.

During the days spent setting up the safe zone's farmland, he hadn't had a chance to tend to his small farm. Returning to it now, he noticed that the wheat plant that had already matured seemed to have grown even taller.

Squatting in front of the wheat, Kim Haru called out Go Okrim, "Gojo, can you bring me the sickle?"

Go Okrim brought the sickle over. "Kim Haru-hyung, what are you doing squatting there?"

"Harvesting wheat," Kim Haru replied, pointing to the wheat plant in front of him.

Although it was odd that the mature wheat hadn't turned golden and seemed to keep growing, it didn't stop Kim Haru from harvesting it. The wheat's head was full and plump, suggesting a good yield.

With one hand holding the wheat and the other gripping the sickle, Kim Haru was about to cut at the base of the plant.

The two little balls, Little Nugget and Sir Peckington, also wandered over to watch the scene, as if they were waiting for any fallen grains to snack on.

Just as the sickle touched the wheat, Kim Haru suddenly felt his hand go empty.

The entire wheat stalk in front of him vanished!

"What the—" Startled, Kim Haru thought he'd encountered something supernatural. Just as he stood up, before he could say a word, he noticed a familiar-looking plant.