They believed that if someone like Mr. Kim, who had saved the entire safe zone, wasn't divine, then who could possibly be?
Kim Haru himself was unaware that people were elevating his status in this way. Over the three days the crops were growing, he finally allowed himself to relax and rest comfortably in his small cabin.
On the third day, his sound-transmitting snail started ringing frantically.
When he answered, Jang Dojung's voice burst through, "Mr. Kim! Mr. Kim! They've ripened! The potatoes, cabbages, and even soybeans—they've all fully matured!"
Kim Haru realized that three days had already passed.
Time really flew by.
"Oh," he replied calmly, "Then go ahead and harvest them."
