The four mbers of Delta Squad still had to wait around at Kim Haru's place until the vegetables matured. Kim Haru let them use the living room for sleeping, but as for how four grown n would sleep with just one long sofa, that was none of his concern.
He had no intention of handling their sleeping arrangents, and he wasn't about to manage their food, either.
The only reason he'd provided that lavish feast the first night was because they'd arrived all battered and bruised, and the system just so happened to provide a banquet. That's why they had such a hearty dinner. After that, the system went back to preparing three als a day, but only for Kim Haru—there were no extra servings for guests.
Shin Woncheon and his teammates weren't thick-skinned enough to mooch off the boss's food every day. Even though they could sll the mouthwatering aromas wafting from the bedroom at regular altis, none of them dared ask Kim Haru to share.
They had already felt shaless enough to enjoy that feast without contributing anything in return. They were all fully capable people—trying to get sothing for nothing just didn't sit right with them.
Besides, as ability users, going without food for two or three days didn't affect them much. In the past, they'd gone five or six days without finding any food while out on missions.
Shin Woncheon had originally thought about taking his teammates out to see if they could hunt so mutated plants or beasts to eat, but they hadn't made it far before they had to turn back.
—Without the boss leading the way, those ferocious mutated plants weren't going to show them any rcy! If a fight broke out, who knew who would end up eating who?
Unable to find food, they decided to just go without it. They spent their free ti either staring at the vegetable seedlings swaying in the wind or finding a quiet spot to ditate and strengthen their internal energy.
anwhile, Kim Haru's ti holed up in the house was much more eventful than theirs.
If he wasn't watching TV, he was relaxing.
Even though the technological level of this post-apocalyptic world wasn't that different from what Kim Haru rembered from his past life, the TV programs were far from identical. There were no regular broadcast signals or TV stations, but the system-provided television could still play programs that had aired in this world before.
To Kim Haru, who was seeing all of it for the first ti, it was incredibly fascinating.
Either that, or he would spend his ti writing. The intense experiences of the past few days had greatly sparked so much inspiration for him.
This alone was enough to keep him occupied for most of the day.
However, with a few unfamiliar people constantly lingering in his ho, Kim Haru couldn't help but be a bit mindful of their presence.
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