Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World-Chapter 362: Journey to the Mutated Plains

They all had a deep impression of this stunningly beautiful white cat.

Every single person present had experienced the animal riot incident, so they knew just how incredible this cat looked—and just how powerful it actually was.

At this moment, not a single person voiced any objections to Kim Haru bringing a cat on the mission.

In fact, upon seeing that Fuzzball would be accompanying them, the group inexplicably felt a sense of reassurance.

…Were they about to be protected by a cat?

Ahem, no big deal—it was just being protected by the cat overlord.

Nothing to be embarrassed about.

The journey toward the vicinity of Biryong Cliff was far from peaceful.

With the arrival of spring, the zombies were no longer frozen stiff like in winter; they had begun to move around actively.

The sound of Kim Haru and his group's vehicles, coupled with the scent of ten strong humans, excited the zombies who had starved throughout the winter.

However, none of the zombies managed to get close to the cars.

Each one of them was dealt with swiftly by the group of ability users.

Particularly, Chung Hwangeun, the battle maniac, outright declared that no one was allowed to steal his targets. "If you try, I'll be furious!"

With that, the zombies charging toward their deaths were taken down in flashes of lightning summoned by Chung Hwangeun.

The vehicles weren't affected in the slightest, not even slowing down.

Gang Yuwon, who was driving, didn't even glance at the commotion outside, treating the zombie-versus-ability-user skirmish as mundane as rocks and sand on the roadside.

In addition to zombies, the group encountered mutated plants along the way.

The Aurivenom Hydra Vine that tried to entangle their cars, the Necroflora Primordis Flower, and more.

However, these also didn't hold them up for long.

After taking care of the plants, Kim Haru even had Gang Yuwon stop the car so he could step out and examine the mutated plant up close, checking to see if they were edible crops that had mutated.

Kim Haru's thought process was simple: if these plants were derived from edible crops, there was a chance he could collect some seeds.

Even just one seed would be enough to unlock the system's trading market for that crop.

Unfortunately, the plants they encountered showed no trace of their original forms, nor did they appear remotely edible.

However, Jo Sungmo had kept the tongue of the Necroflora Primordis Flower.

"What's this?" Kim Haru curiously examined the half-human-sized tongue.

Despite coming from a plant, the texture and appearance of the tongue gave off the impression of animal flesh—soft, meaty, and vivid—except for its green-black coloration, which was its only giveaway.

Jo Sungmo explained, "The Necroflora Primordis Flower's tongue has a lower concentration of the mutagenic virus, roughly around 40%, and it has a sweet flavor. It used to be a popular ingredient."

Although the Pyeongseong Safe Zone had gradually transitioned to consuming non-mutated food since this winter, most people still relied on a mix of normal and mutated food to stay full.

Items with mutagenic virus levels below 50% were still quite desirable.

Jo Sungmo added, "With all the crops we're planting this year, soon no one will need to eat mutated food again. Still, this tongue could fetch a decent price at a trade market in other safe zones."

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As someone experienced in scavenging for resources, Jo Sungmo abhorred waste.

The plains surrounding Biryong Cliff were aptly named the Biryong Plains. They stretched flat and wide, with a vast, unobstructed view.

The ground was covered with withered grass, each blade frozen in the posture it held while alive, some even bent as though shaped by the wind.

It wasn't hard to imagine that, before the apocalypse wiped out all life, this plain would have been a paradise for grazing livestock.

There were no fixed roads across the plains.

When the group's vehicles reached the area, Jo Sungmo took over driving, navigating by memory toward their destination.

The withered grass bent briefly under the wheels before straightening back up, remaining in its eternal state of pre-death form.

As they approached Biryong Cliff, Kim Haru couldn't help but be drawn to the mysterious and dangerous chasm.

The narrow fissure was pitch black, evoking a sense of wonder and foreboding.

The vehicles circled around one end of the Biryong Cliff and continued across the plains.

Within less than an hour, they arrived at the location Jo Sungmo had remembered.

It was an area strikingly different from the surrounding plains.

While the rest of the plains were a dull grayish-brown, this patch of land burst with vibrant colors.

Yes, this spot wasn't just green—it was a riot of colors: red, yellow, purple, black, and white, all in one place.

The variety wasn't limited to colors; the types of plants were so diverse it was dizzying to take in at a glance!

Kim Haru's eyes were lit up with delight.

The original thought was that if there were even a tiny patch of green in this area, it might mean some crops had mutated and survived.

Even if it was just one type, it would have been enough to make him happy.

But looking at the current situation, it was clear this wasn't just one type.

With just a quick glance, Kim Haru could already recognize several familiar varieties!

Those large red fruits, about the size of watermelons, were unmistakably tomatoes.

Although their size was completely different from what he remembered, their shape and color had not changed at all, and he recognized them instantly.

Tomato scrambled eggs, though simple to make, were especially delicious.

He had a stockpile of eggs laid by the chickens on his small farm, and now, with tomatoes available, he could make so many more dishes.

Next to the tomato plants were other plants of similar height, bearing fruits with shapes Kim Haru found very familiar.

The fruits, resembling elongated lanterns, looked like bell peppers.

However, the bell peppers he remembered came only in red, yellow, and green.