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However, he wasn't so sure about the Igloo they had constructed themselves. The white radishes inside had grown so much, and there was also the Ginseng Spirit—they all needed to be protected immediately.

The mutated plants, having lived in the apocalypse for so many years, should already have a thorough understanding of winter ice storms. They would know how to resist and defend themselves, so Kim Haru wasn't overly concerned about them.

Except, no—Little Wheatie was a mutated plant that had changed within his farm. It probably hadn't experienced such a fierce ice storm before. Its stalks were small, looking thin and fragile. Would it be able to withstand such a powerful storm? On top of that, Little Wheatie's ability to accelerate ripening the plant was incredibly useful. Kim Haru didn't want it to die so soon.

Kim Haru found Little Wheatie's lying next to Little Oakie, he picked it up, and brought it into the wooden cabin. He placed it into a flowerpot for safekeeping.

The flowerpot was one he had previously used for growing garlic.

With the help of the Ginseng Spirit, moving the white radishes from the Igloo to the wooden cabin was surprisingly easy. It didn't take much effort for the two humans and one Ginseng Spirit to complete the task.

Once inside the wooden cabin, the Ginseng Spirit didn't hesitate to find a bowl, jump in, and sprawl out lazily. "I was just about to remind you that the ice storm's coming. This is probably the first time I'll be spending an ice storm in such a comfortable environment."

Outside, the sky grew darker and darker, and Kim Haru could already hear the rustling sound of leaves in the forest as the wind picked up.

Still uneasy, he checked the area around the wooden cabin again. The items that the Delta Squad had taken out while preparing the vegetables were all collected. Even his favorite rocking chair, which had been under the Dreamweaver's Osmanthus Tree, was brought inside.

"The pile of wood behind the cabin hasn't been collected," Go Okrim suddenly said.

Hearing that, Kim Haru remembered. It wasn't just wood—there were also various pieces of metal they had salvaged. These materials were always out of sight and out of mind unless they were needed. Without Go Okrim's reminder, he might have completely forgotten about them.

He rushed outside and, without bothering to sort through them, shoved everything directly into his system inventory.

Passing by the chicken coop, Kim Haru glanced inside.

Out of the 32 duck eggs, 25 had hatched. The remaining 7 showed no signs of activity and were likely dead eggs. The ducklings that had hatched were fine—little golden fluffballs nestled around Little Nugget and Sir Peckington. However, the two chicken seemed a little bit uneasy.

After some thought, Kim Haru decided to bring the two chickens and the 25 ducklings into the wooden cabin as well.

"Little Ginseng, you've got lots of roots—keep an eye on them and make sure they don't run around," Kim Haru said, dropping the Ginseng Spirit into the midst of the ducklings. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

Next, Kim Haru headed to the pigpen and herded Little Black and Second Black into the wooden cabin as well.

As soon as he closed the cabin door, the roar of the wind outside surged like thunder, battering against the walls with a deafening force.

Inside the wooden cabin, nearly all the creatures from the small farm were gathered together, except for the forest mutated plants. Snowball No. 1 who is accustomed to icy and snowy conditions, had chosen not to come inside. When Kim Haru went to check on it, the Cryo Wolf simply licked him and indicated that it preferred to stay outside on its own.

After confirming that Snowball No. 1 wasn't afraid of the ice storm, Kim Haru didn't force it to come in. On his way back to the cabin, he caught a glimpse of Snowball No. 1 happily bounding toward the forest.

Inside the cabin, the two black pigs—especially Little Snort, who was now as big as a person—made the living room feel noticeably smaller the moment they entered. Little Snort was surprisingly calm, not running around aimlessly. After Kim Haru directed it to a corner, it obediently lay down against the wall.

Big Snort, on the other hand, was more timid. The sudden change in environment, combined with being in close quarters with two humans—even though they regularly fed it—made the smaller pig nervously cling to Little Snort. Its body, not even half the size of Little Snort, fit perfectly under Little Snorts belly, hiding there.

Little Nugget and Sir Peckington, the chickens, were already used to freedom. It wasn't their first time visiting Kim Haru's wooden cabin, even before winter. Now that they'd been brought inside, they remained calm, gracefully selecting a spot under the coffee table to settle down for the night.

The 25 ducklings, however, weren't as composed as the chickens. Having never left the coop since hatching, they were curious about the new environment. Aside from the two unfamiliar pigs, they had already seen the Ginseng Spirit and the two humans before.

Yes, the Ginseng Spirit had secretly visited the coop to check out the fluffy little ducklings.

Now, the Ginseng Spirit found itself quite overwhelmed.

The ducklings, though cautious of the black pigs, waddled all over the living room, their little webbed feet slapping against the floor, paying no mind to the increasingly violent storm outside. Each duckling seemed curious about something different—some wanted to explore one corner, others another; a few tried to flutter upward, while others attempted to squeeze under the sofa.

Tasked with looking after the ducklings, the Ginseng Spirit extended its roots further and tied a thread of root to each duckling's leg. Whenever one wandered too far, the Ginseng Spirit simply retracted its root, pulling the duckling back.

The ducklings, frustrated by being yanked back, pecked at the Ginseng Spirit's roots in protest. However, as newly hatched ducklings, they were no match for the Ginseng Spirit, which had already shown signs of sentience long before the apocalypse.