Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World-Chapter 203: Little Wheatie’s Mischief

Kim Haru couldn’t be bothered to interfere with their antics. As long as his farm progressed as expected, he remained completely unconcerned.

A new melon patch had been established, located across the pond. Kim Haru had cleared out the land that had previously been used to grow potatoes, cabbages, and soybeans, and he didn’t plan to plant those crops again. After all, the safe zone had plenty of arable land for staple crops. His small farm, on the other hand, was better suited to cultivating rare and fresh varieties.

However, the melon seeds weren’t planted in the ground just yet. After doing some calculations, Kim Haru realized that there was still one month left until winter. He wasn’t sure how cold it would get, and planting the seeds prematurely might mean they wouldn’t even sprout—or worse, they might sprout only to freeze to death.

That would be such a waste.

Kim Haru decided to wait until winter was over or until he could set up a greenhouse before planting the new seeds.

Meanwhile, the apple tree and the little hamster were thriving in the orchard. The recently arrived little black pig had also settled in and bonded with Little Snort, the older pig. However, the two pigs that had been taken to the animal research institute by Do Seungjin for experiments a few days ago were still holding a grudge. They refused to pay any attention to Kim Haru.

Not that Kim Haru minded. Seeing that they had adjusted well, he simply left them in the care of Little Oakie.

Little Nugget, the hen, had grown significantly. By the time winter passed, she would likely start laying eggs. Previously, Sir Peckington had been forcibly dragged around by Little Nugget, but now, even without Little Nugget prompting him, Sir Peckington followed her everywhere on his own.

Watching Sir Peckington behave like this, Kim Haru finally realized something about the little wild chicken whose gender he couldn’t determine before—Sir Peckington was definitely male.

Still, something felt off.

His still-groggy brain mulled it over until he finally figured out what was wrong.

Today, Little Nugget wasn’t trying to follow behind Little Wheatie!

Ever since Little Wheatie’s mutation was discovered and it had been let out from the fence in the experimental field, its heavy head of grain had caught Little Nugget’s eye. No matter where Little Wheatie went, Little Nugget would always try to peck at it. Kim Haru had often seen Little Nugget flapping her wings in an attempt to fly higher, just to taste the mutated wheat.

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A game of chase between Little Wheatie and Little Nugget was a common sight around the farm.

But why was it so quiet now?

"Little Nugget, where’s Little Wheatie?" Kim Haru asked the passing hen, trying to figure things out. Little Nugget chirped twice in response.

Kim Haru couldn’t understand a word of it.

Eventually, it was Go Okrim who explained. "Kim Haru-hyung, weren’t you worried before about the wheat in the safe zone not being able to grow properly before winter? So, I sent Little Wheatie over there to help by releasing its abilities."

Kim Haru sighed. "And then you just came back by yourself?"

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Go Okrim nodded matter-of-factly. "Yeah. The wheat fields in the safe zone are huge! Who knows how long it’ll take for Little Wheatie to finish. I’ll just go pick it up later."

Kim Haru: "…"

The problem wasn’t whether Little Wheatie could find its way back. The problem was that this mutated plant hadn’t been officially registered in the safe zone yet!

Kim Haru hurriedly activated his teleportation device, hoping that Little Wheatie hadn’t been discovered or caused any trouble.

However, when Kim Haru arrived, the scene before him made it clear that he was too late. A large crowd had gathered, including the Safe Zone Commander and members of several other safe zone trading teams. This was definitely not the picture of "nothing happened."

Standing quietly in a corner, Kim Haru listened to a few snippets of conversation and quickly pieced together what had occurred. He decided to recover Little Wheatie while everyone’s attention was focused on the thief at the center of the commotion. But before he could act, his lack of ability to walk sneaky got him spotted by the Pyeongseong Safe Zone Commander.

The Safe Zone Commander shouted so loudly that it was impossible for Kim Haru to remain unnoticed.

Kim Haru pulled his hat lower, reluctant to deal with so many people at once.

Even though he had only revealed the lower half of his face, everyone in the Pyeongseong safe zone instantly recognized him. A chorus of respectful "Mr. Kim" immediately erupted from the crowd.

The patrol team grew even more anxious, shouting, "Mr. Kim, please step away from that mutated plant! Its attack speed is incredibly fast—it must be highly dangerous!"

Moon Baein who is standing nearby, was equally worried. All his plans about keeping a low profile around people from other safe zones were thrown out the window in the face of concern for Kim Haru’s safety.

Since he had already been discovered, Kim Haru decided to walk directly over to Little Wheatie. The mutated plant, which had been gleefully smacking people around moments ago, immediately recognized Kim Haru. With a series of rhythmic thuds, it lifted its roots and hurried toward Kim Haru.

Little Wheatie’s long, quick strides brought it to Kim Haru in just a few steps. Two vibrant green wheat leaves extended toward Kim Haru as if greeting him.

The surrounding crowd erupted in alarm.

The patrol team clenched their teeth, their attention entirely focused. If not for the fear of accidentally harming Mr. Kim, they would have charged in already!

At this moment of heightened tension, Kim Haru reached out his hand.

He grabbed hold of one of the mutated Little Wheatie’s leaves.

"It’s too big to carry. Not happening," Kim Haru flatly refused without hesitation.

In response, Little Wheatie let out a series of pitiful whining sounds.