Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World-Chapter 82: Shopping Spree in the Safe Zone

"Fine, three hundred one it is."

"Chopsticks! Anyone want to buy chopsticks for eating?"

"Come on, come on! Mirrors, lipsticks, perfumes, handbags—essentials for women! Ladies, why not buy a handbag?"

"Shoes! Anyone looking to buy shoes?"

"Handsome guy, check out my goods! They smell better than his. Come and take a sniff; they’re definitely authentic."

"Pots, bowls, and pans—essentials for the household! Hurry up and pick what you need!"

"Stools! Plastic stools, just ten points!"

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The various voices of the vendors converged, and if one hadn’t paid attention to the spirits of the passersby and their payment methods, Kim Haru might have thought he had entered a flea market from his previous life.

Beside him, Jang Dojang chuckled and sighed, "Pretty lively, right? In the Safe Zone, this is the only place with such an atmosphere. It’s like I’ve returned to normal life, despite this damned apocalypse."

Kim Haru didn’t respond.

Even though he didn’t like crowded places, he couldn’t deny that the vibrancy of so many people was far more pleasant than the deathly silence of the apocalypse.

Kim Haru spotted a lounge chair among the stools for sale.

"Boss, I want this one." Kim Haru stood in front of the stool vendor, pointing at the lounge chair sitting lonely in the corner.

The lounge chair was an old-fashioned, hand-woven rattan chair that could fold and rock, complete with a footrest. His family had one like it in his past life. He loved nothing more than to sit in the lounge chair on the balcony during the evening when the sun was no longer hot. He could read a book, listen to music, or do nothing at all and take a short nap with his eyes closed.

It was especially comfortable.

The chair vendor’s eyes lit up when he noticed that the two people in front of him had a certain air about them and were dressed differently from ordinary folks. He opened his mouth, intending to shout a high price.

However, before he could even start speaking, he saw the latter pull a badge from his pocket.

Even though only half of the badge was visible, the vendor quickly recognized it as the emblem of the Safe Zone Commander’s direct department!

In an instant, the vendor changed his tune, saying, "Oh, in this day and age, who has the leisure to lounge on such a big and space-consuming chair made of plants? No one’s buying it; it’s just sitting in this corner. If you like it, just take it for ten crystal cores."

"Eight crystal cores will do too. If you still think that’s too high, five will work—at least five crystal cores, and I can’t go lower than that."

Kim Haru: "..."

This was the first time he had encountered a vendor who cut his own price without hesitation.

Not understanding what was going on, Kim Haru didn’t bother to figure it out. Besides, he wasn’t good at bargaining, and he was relieved that the vendor had made it easier for him.

He glanced at Jang Dojang beside him to confirm that the price for the rattan chair was reasonable and quickly made the purchase, putting it directly into his system backpack.

After buying the lounge chair, Kim Haru continued to stroll forward.

Surprisingly, seeing the items sold at the various stalls made him feel that he was missing out on something; he thought everything might be useful if he brought it back home.

However, what stopped Kim Haru from buying everything wasn’t a lack of money; it was the sharp observation that some items still had unwashed bloodstains on them.

Then he recalled the bargaining conversation he just heard and thought that these items might have been used by some deceased person or touched by a zombie, causing him to instantly discard the thought of making a purchase.

As a transmigrator, Kim Haru had not yet fully adapted to this post-apocalyptic lifestyle.

And he didn’t want to adapt.

In his previous life, while others might have thought Kim Haru lived a lonely and isolated life, he was actually enjoying his days immensely. With a fortune he could never exhaust from the inheritance, a job that didn’t require him to go outside, and the freedom to buy whatever he wanted and do whatever he pleased, Kim Haru had never felt wronged at all.

In this life, a significant reason he was able to trust the farming system in his head so quickly was that it could provide him with a comfortable life.

He loved living comfortably.

If there were conditions, he wanted his life to be forever comfortable—more comfortable, in whatever way comfort could be found.

Kim Haru never cared about other people’s opinions.

So, while rummaging through the miscellaneous market, Kim Haru picked up a large number of items—everything from a big table to small sewing kits, and he bought any notebooks or books he came across.

He also purchased several pelts from some mutated animals, which were large and soft, feeling particularly good to the touch. After confirming that they were from the seller’s ability users squad and had been tanned properly without any previous use, Kim Haru bought all of them.

He planned to use the largest one to cover his bed; it would definitely be super comfortable to sleep on.

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The slightly firmer one would serve as a carpet in the living room, perfect for the low coffee table, allowing him to sit on the carpet leaning against the sofa comfortably.

The extra ones could be used for replacements or to see if there were other places they could fit. After all, he could always find a use for them later, so he decided to buy them and store them for now.

With a wave of his hand, Kim Haru made his decision.

Besides these items, he also noticed a stall selling jewelry. With his keen eye from frequently drawing and occasionally getting inspired to play around with raw gemstones, he recognized that these jewels were genuine.