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At his words, the others turned around to look out the window, casting curious glances at the people moving in and out.

"It doesn't seem… all that different?"

"No, it's definitely different." Roh Baekjin, the captain of the Haneulsae trade team, spoke in a low tone. "The spirit of these people is entirely unlike that of those in Haneulsae."@@novelbin@@

With this reminder, the other team members focused more on the expressions of the people passing by. They soon noticed that most of these people were just ordinary people. Typically, in a post-apocalyptic world, ordinary people struggling to survive—unless under the protection of powerful ability users—would have lifeless, dark gazes.

Yet, the ordinary people they observed here all wore smiles, filled with satisfaction and joy. Even those who weren't smiling had a certain light in their eyes.

"Could it be that Pyeongseong Safe Zone has so much food now that they can live like this?" someone from Haneulsae murmured in confusion. "If I remember correctly, last year they were doing pretty badly, weren't they?"

"We'll understand once we go inside and take a closer look," Roh Baekjin replied, his heart filled with questions. "Let's not forget the purpose of our mission."

Of course, they wouldn't forget.

The Haneulsae trade team members' eyes glinted with a determination to succeed.

In their fifty members of ability users, there were as many as ten Level 3 ability users, while the rest had all reached the peak of Level 2. They'd heard that the entire Pyeongseong Safe Zone had fewer than a handful of Level 3 ability users. Given this vast disparity in power, anyone with a bit of sense would know which choice to make.

The Haneulsae trade team didn't believe Pyeongseong Safe Zone would be so stubborn as to resist.

Soon, the waiting room door opened from the outside, and Jo Sungmo appeared at the entrance with his team. "All right, everything checks out; you're free to come out."

The Haneulsae trade team followed Jo Sungmo. The rest of the Pyeongseong trade team had already gone ahead to the Safe Zone Commander's building to complete the handover, so it was just Jo Sungmo and the secretary who had come to escort them.

"Honored guests, would you like to rest in the reception area to recover your energy first, or would you prefer to see the Safe Zone Commander right away?"

"We're not tired at all; let's meet the Safe Zone Commander first," Roh Baekjin declined the offer of rest.

Jo Songmo wasn't surprised by this and nodded in agreement, leading them towards the Safe Zone Commander's building.

Along the way, they inevitably passed by Pyeongseong Safe Zone's farmlands.

It wasn't just the people from Haneulsae who were astounded; even Jo Sungmo and his group, who had left early for the trade, hadn't seen these vast fields of green crops before! The lush green plants stretched across the neatly squared farmlands, growing vibrantly. When the breeze blew through, it created waves across the fields, carrying a sweet fragrance in the air.

Some ordinary people moved carefully among the crops, occasionally bending down to inspect something. The green crops showed no sign of hostility or any intention to attack, allowing people to handle them freely.

All of these were actually normal crops! Unmutated, exactly the same as the grains from before the apocalypse!

The people from Haneulsae could barely contain their shock.

Ever since receiving the private mission from the Safe Zone Commander, they had been wondering about the normal crops in Pyeongseong —whether they had discovered a new, well-preserved grain storage from pre-apocalypse times or if they had developed a way to produce normal crops.

But none of them had expected to see such vast expanses of farmland in the Pyeongseong Safe Zone.

Since the apocalypse began, countless people have tried to grow normal plants on the land, only to end in failure. In a world where soil and water were all contaminated by the mutagenic virus, it was simply impossible. Even if success was achieved occasionally, it couldn't be done on a large scale.

Even in the Huimang Safe Zone, which had the most researchers and the highest level of technology, there was no news of large-scale normal crop cultivation.

But here it was, right in front of them?

The people from Haneulsae nearly thought their eyes were deceiving them or that they were collectively hallucinating. They even impatiently raised their hands to rub their eyes.

No matter how openly they rubbed their eyes or secretly pinched themselves, every glance back showed vast fields of normal crops proudly growing in the farmland.

No wonder!

No wonder the Pyeongseong Safe Zone was willing to trade such valuable normal food for supplies this year. If their own Haneulsae Safe Zone could grow crops on this scale, they, too, wouldn't hesitate to trade normal grain.

The Haneulsae trading team exchanged glances, their eyes confirming a shared resolve.

They must, absolutely must, uncover the secret behind Pyeongseong Safe Zone's ability to cultivate large amounts of normal plants!

While the Haneulsae trading team was still stunned by the surrounding farmland, not far from them, Kim Haru was quietly observing their group.

After seeing the expressions on the faces of the Haneulsae trading team, Kim Haru knew that this trade would yield satisfying results.

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Even though the Pyeongseong Safe Zone Commander had assured him that no one would reject such precious food, Kim Haru still hadn't been entirely reassured before meeting the Haneulsae people in person. He realized that he didn't yet fully understand just how valuable normal food was in people's hearts during the apocalypse.

"Hyung, the four people from the Delta Squad are already waiting at the Green Basket Vegetable Shop," reported Go Okrim, who had located him through the teleportation device.

After watching the excitement, Kim Haru immediately got down to business.

In order to keep the location of his small farm concealed, Kim Haru needed to sign a farm contract with the members of the Delta Squad.