The four members of Delta Squad still had to wait around at Kim Haru's place until the vegetables matured. Kim Haru let them use the living room for sleeping, but as for how four grown men would sleep with just one long sofa, that was none of his concern.
He had no intention of handling their sleeping arrangements, and he wasn't about to manage their food, either.
The only reason he'd provided that lavish feast the first night was because they'd arrived all battered and bruised, and the system just so happened to provide a banquet. That's why they had such a hearty dinner. After that, the system went back to preparing three meals a day, but only for Kim Haru—there were no extra servings for guests.
Shin Woncheon and his teammates weren't thick-skinned enough to mooch off the boss's food every day. Even though they could smell the mouthwatering aromas wafting from the bedroom at regular mealtimes, none of them dared ask Kim Haru to share.
They had already felt shameless enough to enjoy that feast without contributing anything in return. They were all fully capable people—trying to get something for nothing just didn't sit right with them.
Besides, as ability users, going without food for two or three days didn't affect them much. In the past, they'd gone five or six days without finding any food while out on missions.
Shin Woncheon had originally thought about taking his teammates out to see if they could hunt some mutated plants or beasts to eat, but they hadn't made it far before they had to turn back.
—Without the boss leading the way, those ferocious mutated plants weren't going to show them any mercy! If a fight broke out, who knew who would end up eating who?
Unable to find food, they decided to just go without it. They spent their free time either staring at the vegetable seedlings swaying in the wind or finding a quiet spot to meditate and strengthen their internal energy.
Meanwhile, Kim Haru's time holed up in the house was much more eventful than theirs.
If he wasn't watching TV, he was relaxing.
Even though the technological level of this post-apocalyptic world wasn't that different from what Kim Haru remembered from his past life, the TV programs were far from identical. There were no regular broadcast signals or TV stations, but the system-provided television could still play programs that had aired in this world before.
To Kim Haru, who was seeing all of it for the first time, it was incredibly fascinating.
Either that, or he would spend his time writing. The intense experiences of the past few days had greatly sparked so much inspiration for him.
This alone was enough to keep him occupied for most of the day.
However, with a few unfamiliar people constantly lingering in his home, Kim Haru couldn't help but be a bit mindful of their presence.