Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World

Standing at a high vantage point, Kim Haru saw the space cleared below.

He turned around to the others.

"We can go down now," Kim Haru reminded them.

The villagers standing on the grass leaves were still in a daze, unable to process what had just happened.

Everything that had just unfolded had completely shattered their understanding of reality!

The joy of stepping out of the white mist had instantly turned into sheer terror and despair when they saw the enormous mutated plant.

Yet, before that despair could fully take root, they saw this noble figure from the sky communicate with the massive plant.

To the villagers, it was as if two deities from different species were conversing.

They dared not interrupt and instead held their breath, silently waiting for the outcome.

Then, suddenly, they were lifted into the air by this gigantic plant!

Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react.

The enormous blade of grass swept toward them, filling their vision with an overwhelming sea of green.

Just as they thought they were about to become the plant's next meal, a deafening roar sounded, followed by a sudden sensation of weightlessness.

When the first sob broke the silence, the other villagers finally snapped out of their daze, ready to wail for their impending doom.

But then, the green leaves unfurled, and daylight streamed in.

What they saw before them was no longer the moss-covered, dim "daylight" of the underground world but real daylight—with warmth, blue skies, and drifting white clouds!

No matter where they looked, to the left or right, the towering cliffs that had once trapped them were gone.

They were out!

They had escaped from that prison-like abyss!

Realizing this, everyone felt like they were still dreaming.

What if… this really was a dream?

They couldn't believe they had escaped so easily.

After struggling for so many years and nearly losing all hope—had they truly made it out?

It wasn't until Kim Haru's voice rang out again that they slowly began to accept reality.

Then, the sound of weeping filled the air.

More and more cries followed, overlapping into a chorus.

But these weren't cries of fear or sadness.

They were cries of relief, of overwhelming joy.

Even though they knew Kim Haru couldn't understand their dialect, the villagers kept thanking him in their own language.

Their voices were choked with laughter and tears, creating an oddly comical yet deeply touching scene.

However, no one mocked them.

Kim Haru silently waited until the villagers had cried their fill.

The younger ones were the first to regain their composure, wiping their tears and fixing their appearances.

They helped calm the others, and soon, everyone had gathered before Kim Haru.

The village chief spoke on their behalf.

"We're ready."

Kim Haru nodded.

Since they were ready, it was time to go down.

He patted the massive pasture plant beneath him.

The leaf supporting the villagers received the signal and gently lifted its tip.

The owl that had flown out with them spread its wings and perched on the leaf's tip, gripping it firmly as it slowly pulled downward.

A long, green slide made entirely of pasture grass unfurled before them.

The hundred-plus members of the nomadic tribe were eventually all taken back to the Pyeongseong Safe Zone by Jo Sungmo for resettlement.

The people who had originally come to assist in the search for Kim Haru had barely caught their breath before they followed Jo Sungmo to escort the nomadic tribe back.

There was still a lot to do after returning—these villagers had been living at the bottom of the cliff since the beginning of the apocalypse.

Even though some ability users had occasionally fallen in and told them about the outside world, the information was always incomplete and outdated.

They needed to be educated on the current world situation, assigned to housing, and have their details recorded properly.

The process was tedious and time-consuming.

The vehicles brought by the support team, along with those Kim Haru and his group had driven over, were all used to transport people back.

Even then, the available space in the vehicles was far from enough—everyone was packed tightly, and even ability users with good balance sat on the roofs.

Fortunately, the road back was flat, so even with the vehicles severely overloaded, it wasn't an issue.

Besides, there were plenty of ability users to help if needed.

As for Kim Haru's group, who no longer had any vehicles, no one was worried about how they would return.

"Mr. Kim, Mr. Kim, can it walk?"

"It doesn't seem to like moving… Mr. Kim, can I touch it?"

"This is amazing! This is amazing! This is the first time I've seen a mutated plant like this! I bet even the Huimang Safe Zone doesn't have any records of it!"

"Grass… It really is just grass."

The few people who remained on-site chattered excitedly as they circled around the massive mutated grass.

The last person, Chung Hwangeun, who had made a pun, was immediately met with glares from the others.

What was he saying? Mr. Kim was right here—mind your manners.

In response to their questions, Kim Haru simply recounted everything that had happened to him in the cliff.

The more they listened, the more astonished they became.

Everyone was deeply curious about this miraculous plant that could seemingly create independent space.

However, despite its enormous size, the plant appeared incredibly lazy.

No matter how people moved around it—climbing up, touching its leaves—it remained completely still, as long as it didn't sense any hostility.

It looked like a giant grass structure pretending to be a plant.

Oh, but real buildings made of solid materials wouldn't sway in the wind—so there was at least that distinction.

No matter how they examined the mutated pasture grass, they couldn't see anything magical about it, as Kim Haru had described.

Before long, only Jang Dojung remained, his eyes were shining with excitement as he continued circling around it.