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It was the perfect pairing for the spicy potato chips and sour and spicy shredded potatoes.

Once the four aromatic dishes were finished, Kim Haru carefully packed them into clean containers, especially the braised potatoes and cabbage with its broth. He wrapped it in several layers to prevent any spillage.

He quickly placed the food into his system backpack while it was still hot. With a backpack that could freeze time, Kim Haru wasn't worried about losing out on warm, freshly made food during his time with the search team.

To prepare for this, Kim Haru had discreetly inquired about how space-type ability users handled their powers. While space-type ability users were rare, each person's space exhibited slightly different characteristics. The idea that whatever went in would come out unchanged wasn't particularly special.

Satisfied, Kim Haru relaxed.

To save backpack space, he found a larger container, put all the dishes inside, sealed it tight, and then placed the container in his backpack. Instantly, the space occupied by four items was reduced to just one slot.

With that done, Kim Haru grabbed a pen and paper to jot down some ideas he had while cooking about what he needed to find on their trip to Gochang County.

Rice seeds, the kind that hadn't been husked yet.

Considering it was Gochang County, such things should be plentiful, right? After all, this was crucial to whether he could enjoy white rice in the future, so he couldn't afford to forget it.

Aside from food, he also needed to bring weapons on this trip. He decided to take an axe and a pickaxe. The hoe wasn't as handy for swinging around, and the sickle was too short. When it came to cutting off a zombie's head, those two tools were far more effective.

He also packed two sets of clothes for easy changing.

As for whether anyone would think he was being too particular? Why should he care? If they were capable enough, they could bring their own gear too.

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It was getting late, and Kim Haru had finished packing up. After cleaning himself up, he threw himself onto the bed.

Time to play a game, then sleep.

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of two chickens squawking again. Kim Haru rubbed his aching head, thinking that if this continued, he might have to adjust his sleeping schedule.

The sound-transmitting snail was placed beneath the TV in the living room and remained quiet. It seemed that the team searching for supplies wouldn't be leaving so soon. After having breakfast, Kim Haru began his daily routine.

First, he stepped outside to let Sir Peckington and Little Nugget out. As soon as the door opened, the two chickens, cooped up all day yesterday, darted out like arrows. Little Nugget who are recognizing Kim Haru as her owner, came over to rub against him affectionately before wandering off.

Sir Peckington, on the other hand, didn't even glance at Kim Haru and immediately tried to run up the mountain.

But Little Nugget as always stopped him.

Kim Haru watched in surprise as Little Nugget, despite his small size, managed to block Sir Peckington's escape. Flapping his little wings with determination, he looked like a stern school disciplinarian catching a truant student.

Looks like I picked the right one as the leader, Kim Haru thought, nodding in approval.

In the end, Sir Peckington couldn't escape and dejectedly followed Little Nugget as they wandered around near the vegetable patch.

Seeing the two chickens adapting well to their new routine, Kim Haru began watering the plants for the day. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

On the left, the soybeans had entered their second day of growth. In another day, they would be ready for harvest. The wheat on the right side didn't show much change, except for that one mysterious stalk that had question marks. Kim Haru circled around it, trying to spot anything special about it aside from its larger size.

Oddly enough, it seemed like the other nine wheat plants were leaning away from it, almost as if they were afraid of it.

Kim Haru tried to straighten one of the plants closest to the mysterious wheat, which was leaning particularly badly, but it didn't help. There were no alerts from the system indicating anything was wrong, and even though the plants were growing crooked, they were still rated "Excellent" with no issues.

Since that was the case, Kim Haru decided not to worry about them anymore.

After watering the plants, Kim Haru headed into the kitchen to check on the soybeans he had left soaking overnight.

The soybeans had swelled significantly after soaking. He drained them, rinsed them a few more times in fresh water, and then started making soybean milk.

Kim Haru didn't have a soybean milk maker, and he hadn't been able to find one in the safe zone either. To be more precise, he had seen one, but it was so dirty that it looked beyond cleaning. Although it could probably be scrubbed clean, the thought of what it originally looked like made Kim Haru reluctant to use it.

So, he ended up using a small stone mill he had picked up from the soybean processing plant.

After adding the vegetable chopper and rice seeds to his list, Kim Haru's notebook now had another entry: a soybean milk maker, with a special note: "Clean."

If he couldn't find a soybean milk maker, Kim Haru had a plan to come up with another solution. Maybe there was an automated grinding machine out there somewhere, or perhaps he could capture a donkey? Didn't people in ancient times use donkeys to power mills?

Though the latter might be difficult to achieve.

Kim Haru had come to understand that it wasn't just humans that had mutated in this post-apocalypse world, but also plants and animals. Finding a normal animal to push a mill could be quite a challenge; maybe he could find a mutated one that was still easy to control.