Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World-Chapter 341 : Fuzzball’s Leadership and the Second Ice Storm

The little ducklings were still young and had no opinions about who should be the leader of the farm.

None of them suddenly felt a surge of confidence to challenge Fuzzball's authority, so her conquest of the duck pen went smoothly.

In the pigsty, Big Snort was still lost in mourning over Little Snort and spending its days lazily eating and sleeping.

Aa long as its feed trough and water bowl were kept full, it showed no interest in the outside world.

Even when Fuzzball leapt in front of it and declared her intention to "protect" it, Big Snort simply gave her a lethargic glance, grunted in acknowledgment and returned to its nap.

Fuzzball didn't care if the ducks and pigs were genuinely submissive.

As long as they verbally agreed, she was content.

However, Fuzzball's conquest of the chicken coop, home to Little Nugget and Sir Peckington, was not so easy.

Little Nugget, as the hen that was produced by the system, had always recognized Kim Haru as her sole leader.

She was only obedient and docile in his presence.

Furthermore, before Fuzzball arrived, Little Nugget had assumed the role of the farm's boss.

Whether managing Sir Peckington, taking care of the ducks, or overseeing the pigs, Little Nugget felt she had fulfilled her duties as the farm's leader admirably, with no need for a replacement.

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As for Sir Peckington? Naturally, whatever Little Nugget said was law.

Thus, a fierce confrontation between cat and hen ensued.

"Cluck~ Cluck~ Cluck~"

"Meow~ Meow~"

"Cluck~ Cluck~"

"Meow~ Meow~"

The cacophony of chicken clucks and cat meows soon drew Kim Haru to the scene.

Seeing the flurry of chicken feathers and cat fur in the air, Kim Haru sighed helplessly.

Scooping up Fuzzball, he gently scolded the little troublemaker, "Fuzzball, why are you fighting with Little Nugget? Look, Little Nugget takes the other chickens and ducks on walks and helps catch bugs in the vegetable fields. If you insist on being the boss, all those responsibilities will fall on you. Are you sure you want that?"

Kim Haru glanced meaningfully at Fuzzball's pristine white fur and asked, "Really?"

Fuzzball: "…"

The cat instantly imagined herself leading a trail of clucking chickens and waddling ducks, scouring the fields for bugs.

Her ears flattened like airplane wings in terror at the thought.

She shook her head fervently, indicating her refusal.

Kim Haru exhaled silently in relief. "Then how about apologizing to Little Nugget?"

After some negotiation, cat and hen made peace and their roles were clearly defined.

Fuzzball would oversee the mammals on the farm, including humans, Cryo Wolfs, cats, and pigs.

Little Nugget would manage the egg-laying poultry.

Little Nugget was very pleased with this division of labor.

As the true owner of the farm, Kim Haru could only think, Fine, whatever.

Later, Kim Haru occasionally took Fuzzball for strolls in the safe zone, introducing her to Little Snort, another animal considered part of the safe zone—and, therefore, one of Fuzzball's subordinates.

However, every visit Fuzzball made to the animal research institute caused a small-scale commotion among the animals.

Even though Fuzzball kept her aura of authority restrained, the forgetful animals couldn't help but stir in alarm at her presence.

After several visits, the researchers at the animal institute grew exhausted.

Even Fuzzball herself lost interest and stopped following Kim Haru over to play.

During these trips to the safe zone, besides scaring the animals at the institute a few times, the cat also gained a large group of followers, that's the Hamster Tribe

Yes, Fuzzball had overheard talk among the animals on the small farm about signing contract and working together.

Her curiosity was piqued, and she insisted on going with Kim Haru to check it out.

After witnessing everything, she declared that she wanted a stake in the matter.

Kim Haru had no idea when Fuzzball picked up such peculiar interests.

Now that he could communicate with her, he realized he might have given her the wrong name.

This cat was cute in name only—her personality was anything but.

In any case, by the end of it, Fuzzball became a member of the Contract Management Bureau and even secured a fairly important position.

Her role was to ensure fair enforcement of contracts and using her formidable strength to suppress anyone attempting to violate or tear up the agreements.

It must be said that having such a powerful cat on their side gave the mutated animals in the Contract Management Bureau a newfound sense of security.

As for the testing conducted by the Pyeongseong Safe Zone on Fuzzball, it yielded no significant results.

Their basic detection methods couldn't uncover her true abilities, ultimately categorizing her as a Psychic-type mutated creature with no additional information.

Kim Haru didn't mind.

He even thought of the Level 3 Psychic-type crystal core that was gifted to him earlier by the Delta Squad—it was just the thing for Fuzzball.

The cat graciously accepted the tribute from her human servant and assured him that she would have his back.

When the second ice storm approached, both the Pyeongseong Safe Zone and Kim Haru's small farm were well-prepared, showing none of the panic from the first storm.

The farm was naturally resilient, as all the buildings provided by the system were impervious to such storms.

Additionally, the Cryo Wolfs and the Unmelted Frost Bamboo Tree made things even better.

The Cryo Wolfs, completely unfazed by the ice storm and even finding it amusing, eagerly cleared away the overnight buildup of ice and snow around the wooden cabin the next morning without needing any order from Kim Haru.

The Unmelted Frost Bamboo Tree with its exceptional temperature control abilities, ensured that the scene of being trapped indoors by the storm was never repeated.

Even the pond with the fish fry remained ice-free under their care.

Before the storm hit, the various creatures on the farm provided Kim Haru with ample early warnings.

The Unmelted Frost Bamboo Tree particularly sensitive to winter, lifted its roots out of the ground and drew abstract representations of the storm in the snow.