He even tried intentionally overwatering one plot, but it ended up looking exactly the same as the plot he had watered just once.
One watering can, as it turned out, was perfectly measured to cover exactly ten plots of land.
Whether he overwatered one plot or under-watered another, the watering can still have just enough water left.
If he poured too little, there wasn't any extra water left in the can.
It was as if the land and the watering can shared some strange water distribution system.
There's no point trying to figure it out—if it worked, it worked.
That was always Kim Haru's philosophy.
However, the more he farmed, the more it felt like playing a game.
Without realizing it, Kim Haru's anxiety about the apocalypse had completely faded away.
Even though farming felt more like a game to him, by the time he finished watering all the thirty plots, the sun had already set.
"Time for dinner."
Kim Haru stretched his arms and legs before slowly walking back to the cabin.
He wondered what dinner would be today.
He had stir-fried dishes for lunch, but for dinner, he was kind of craving hot pot.
After a hot shower, Kim Haru changed into clean clothes, throwing the dirty ones into the washing machine along with the set he had changed out of earlier.
He made sure to clean himself up thoroughly, getting rid of all the grime from working outside.
Once everything was set, he sat down on the couch to collect his dinner.
Yes, he didn't even have a proper dining table yet, let alone a restaurant.
Thankfully, there was a small coffee table, or else he wouldn't have known where to eat at all.
Though, the coffee table was a bit too low, and sitting on the couch to eat wasn't very comfortable.
Kim Haru thought about exploring the area after dinner to see if he could find a good wooden stump that he could turn into a low seat.
It would also be a good opportunity to test out the axe and see what unique features it had.
With a soft "ding," his steaming hot dinner appeared on the coffee table.
No hot pot, but there was mala soup—a spicy, hot dish very similar to it.
The mala soup was piping hot, fresh from the pot, with a rich, fiery red broth.
Its strong aroma filled the air, rising with the steam.
Kim Haru couldn't have been more satisfied.
He picked up his chopsticks.
Boom!
A loud crash suddenly could be heard.
"What happened? Was that an earthquake?"
Kim Haru no longer cared about his meal and immediately ran outside, still clutching the chopsticks, having forgotten to put them down.
The crash had only echoed once, and then everything went silent.
It didn't sound like an earthquake, but more like something massive had collapsed.
The sound wasn't far from where he was, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Kim Haru decided to go and check it out.