After creating the fish pond, Vikram suddenly wondered what would happen if his water supply ever ran out.
But the next moment, his gaze shifted toward the Water Mage Sprout, who was standing nearby with its calm, flowing aura.
'Nah… I basically have unlimited water,' he thought with a faint grin.
Now he could even distribute water to other Survivors with ease, but he was not some saintly Swami Vivekanand who would give everything away selflessly.
"Hoo…"
He let out a long breath and stretched his stiff shoulders.
"Today is the day the cabbages mature… and also the final day of the second phase of the extreme cold."
"According to my deductions, the disaster will evolve again soon. I need to speed things up."
Looking at his cozy and warm little treehouse, which in his own eyes still felt small and simple, yet in reality resembled nothing less than a king's palace in the wasteland, Vikram had already arranged his tasks for the next day in his mind before falling asleep.
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