IRHGZA 03

Chapter 03

“What was that just now…?”

Feeling like something had changed, Nana looked around. But the inside of the house looked the same. The half-eaten emergency rations were still on the table, and the two hens clucked beside her.

Then—

<Adrienne Rositon’s house has been declared a Farm. All previously owned land and the lake in front of the farm are now designated as farmland. All contamination within the declared farmland will be purified. As a class awakening reward, all life that had died will return to its state before death once. Crops are included.>

“The crops came back to life?!”

The moment she saw that message, the word “zombie” completely disappeared from her mind.

As if possessed, she rushed toward the front door. No—she tried to. If only there wasn’t a giant pile of furniture blocking it.

“Seriously! Why is there so much junk here? I should clean everything one day.”

Was this the same person who had been crying about the trash game just moments ago? Now she was desperately tearing down the barricade for the sake of her crops. It was almost frightening.

She threw aside the last chair blocking the door and flung it open.

What she saw was unbelievable.

The scenery before her looked exactly like the farm before the error happened.

Not the gloomy gray sky covered in dark clouds—but a bright, clear sky. The land was rich brown again. Corn, potatoes, spinach—everything was growing well, waiting to be harvested.

But that was not all.

Nana quickly walked toward the lake just a few steps from her house.

The contamination had not only affected the land. The water had been polluted too, undrinkable.

If she had not filled large water jars inside her house the day before the zombie world began, she would have died from dehydration long ago.

Just moments ago, the lake had been a place of death, filled with floating fish with their white bellies exposed.

Now, the water was so clear she could see the bottom. Small fish swam in groups, alive again.

“It really… came back to life? Because it’s my land? Because I declared it farmland?”

The entire lake in front of the farm was included within the farmland she declared. Even the far edge of the lake shimmered with clear water.

“Ah! This isn’t the time!”

If the fish came back to life, it couldn’t just be minnows!

She hurriedly opened her inventory and found what she wanted.

<Beginner Fishing Rod: A fishing rod for those new to MasFarm! With this, you can catch a big one in under 5 minutes! Remaining uses: 30>

Meat! Fish is fine! I need protein!

She had never used the beginner fishing rod before, leaving it forgotten in her inventory. Now she quickly attached the beginner bait and cast the line into the lake.

After a short while—less than five minutes—the float that had been quietly drifting suddenly shook violently.

<Adrienne has caught an 80cm giant rainbow trout! Bonus fishing experience granted for first catch.>

“My fish! My daily bread!”

She quickly put the flapping rainbow trout into her inventory and cast the line again. After all, time did not pass inside the inventory. The fish would not spoil.

It was a trash game, but this feature was truly great.

After repeating it several times and catching enough fish to last for days, along with gaining experience, Nana smiled with satisfaction. She lit a small bonfire in the yard and quickly cleaned the first trout, sprinkled salt on it, and put it on a skewer.

Normally, she would never risk making a fire because of zombies. But after being trapped inside eating dry emergency rations for days, she was sick of staying indoors.

The outside air felt fresh, as if proving the contamination had truly been purified.

And she felt strangely confident that the farm was safe.

The message had clearly said:

Humans cannot enter farmland without the Farm Owner’s permission.

‘Zombies were human. Past tense, but still human. And I have no intention of allowing zombies onto my land. So they won’t be able to enter.’

In fact, there was not a single zombie in sight on the now-fertile land.

Just as she lifted the perfectly grilled trout and was about to take a bite—

“Meow…”

At the soft cry, she turned her head.

A Himalayan cat with brown coloring in the center of its face was staring at her with desperate eyes. More precisely, it was staring at the trout in her hand.

The cat was thin, as if it had not eaten for days. Even with its long fur, its skinny body was obvious.

Nana felt a strange sympathy.

“You also tried to survive in this ruined world, didn’t you?”

Finding Nana’s farm in this land of despair must have been great luck for the cat.

It was the same for her.

If she had not gained the fortune of becoming a Farm Owner, she would have starved to death in a few days and faced game over.

After thinking that, she shared her reward with the cat.

She tore some meat from the grilled trout and placed it on the ground. The cat immediately rushed forward and began eating greedily.

It must still be hot, but the cat did not seem to care, chewing happily.

Smiling warmly at the sight, Nana picked up another grilled trout.

At that moment—

<Would you like to recruit the stray cat as a party member?>

A party member? Was there even a party system in this game?

Again, My Sweet Little Farm was a healing farming game. There were no classes, no combat systems, no party mechanics.

‘No… the world has already changed. I even awakened as a Farm Owner. Why shouldn’t there be a party system now?’

Even if it’s a cat.

Without hesitation, she pressed Accept. Living alone on the farm was boring anyway. And she had always wanted to raise a cat.

Soon, a new message appeared.

<Passive Skill ‘Animals of the Farm’ has been activated. Animals entering the farm can be added as party members. Upon addition, a special quest will automatically begin. Cats catch mice. Chickens lay eggs daily, providing fresh protein. Enjoy your farm life.>

The cat had already finished the trout and was now rubbing its body against Nana’s leg, purring loudly.

Nana gently scratched under its chin and welcomed the new member of her farm.

“Nice to meet you, Tanbbang.”

At the edge of a continent that had turned into a land of death, a man was walking.

A zombie wandered near him. The man wore a hood so deep that his face could not be seen.

The zombie noticed him and rushed forward to bite him.

Without hesitation, the man cut it down with his knife.

After walking for some time, he suddenly stopped.

At his feet lay a wooden signboard.

Carved into it, as if written by hand, were the words:

[Welcome to Sweet Little Village.]