The Giant Pasture Grass's Feast

Even the giant pasture grass, which had been swaying lazily in the wind and nearly dozing off, noticed the wave of satisfaction coming from the vegetable field.

It, too, emitted a faint sense of longing.

Even if the giant pasture grass didn't say anything, Kim Haru would definitely take good care of it.

He loosened the soil where needed, wiped off the dust accumulating on its leaves, and paid special attention to the hidden nooks and crannies.

Of course, the most important thing—fertilizer—couldn't be overlooked.

Kim Haru took out all the fertilizer stored in his system backpack.

Since the purpose of this trip was to find seeds, dealing with plants was inevitable.

Having spent so much time with the mutated plants on his small farm, Kim Haru had gained enough experience to know that the key to opening communication with them lay in the fertilizer and soil he carried.

Knowing this, there was no way Kim Haru wouldn't come prepared.