Ember, who once looked pale due to her illness, now had color returning to her cheeks.
Her vitality... was coming back. A quiet realization settled in Ivy’s heart.
’These vegetables... are far more than just food.’
She walked past a mirror and paused. Her reflection stared back at her.
Her skin... was glowing. Clear. Smooth.
Every trace of imperfection had faded, replaced by a natural radiance that seed to co from within.
Ivy touched her cheek lightly, feeling the warmth beneath her fingertips.
Even her lips had turned a deeper shade of red, soft and naturally vibrant, while the dark circles beneath her eyes had completely disappeared. Her reflection no longer carried even a trace of fatigue.
Ivy stared at herself for a mont, her fingers lightly brushing against her cheek.
’This... is unreal...’
A faint, almost reverent smile appeared on her lips.
"I should start worshipping these vegetables at this point," she muttered softly, half amused, half serious.
To her, they were no longer just food. They were sothing... extraordinary.
Selling them casually in grocery stores felt like a complete waste.
After all, her regular supplies, gathered through her ability, had already filled the stores with more than enough vegetables for the public. Those were sourced from a wide variety of regions, offering countless options.
There was almost nothing one couldn’t find in those stores anymore... Vegetables, seasonings, preserved goods... Everything.
And it didn’t stop there. Her ability had also provided resources to survive the cold.
Not just clothing or fabrics or cotton... but heat packs, dicines, and various survival supplies.
Even for unfamiliar diseases that occasionally surfaced, the corresponding treatnts would sohow be prepared and delivered to her.
Every ti it happened, Ivy felt a quiet warmth in her chest. ’This power... it really wants people to survive.’
But what touched her even more... was sothing far more personal.
Hygiene supplies. Sanitary products.
Her expression softened slightly as she looked at the newly stocked section.
In this apocalypse, she had been reborn into, such things had long disappeared.
There had been a ti when even finding a single pack of sanitary pads required negotiation, risk, and luck.
She still rembered that one batch she had managed to obtain... Poor quality. Limited.
And now... long gone.
Back then, she had wondered what she would do when they ran out.
But now...in front of her were shelves filled with sanitary pads, tampons, nstrual cups, and different types suited for various needs.
For a mont, Ivy just stood there, silently staring. Then a soft smile spread across her face.
"Good..." she whispered. ’No woman here will have to suffer like that again.’
Not long after, she ensured the supplies reached those who needed them most.
One of them was Maya. Maya had been struggling recently.
That day, like many others before, she had entered the grocery store with a tired expression, her steps slow and careful.
Her lower abdon ached, and a faint discomfort lingered with every movent.
She had co to buy brown sugar.
Because she had no sanitary pads left she was forced to make do with old cloth.
’Just a few more days...’
She moved through the aisles absentmindedly, her thoughts heavy, when sothing unusual caught her attention.
A crowd. Won...standing in line at a specific section. Curiosity flickered in her eyes.
She stepped closer. And then... She saw it. Sanitary pads.
Her eyes widened instantly. "...No way..."
For a mont, she just stood there, frozen.
Then, without hesitation, she rushed forward and grabbed three packets, holding them tightly as if afraid they might disappear.
Even after leaving the store, she kept glancing down at them, disbelief still lingering.
’I was just thinking about this... and now...’
A small laugh escaped her lips.
"This base leader..." she murmured. "They really understand people."
That night, as she used them, the comfort she felt was indescribable.
No irritation. No constant worry. Just... relief.
Her mood improved almost instantly.
The next day, she eagerly told all her friends, who rushed to the store as well.
Soon enough... It beca one of the fastest-selling items.
Alongside brown sugar.
anwhile, Ivy observed all of this quietly.
A faint satisfaction settled in her heart. ’So things matter more than others...’
Around that ti, Henry returned to the base. He didn’t stop anywhere. He went straight to Ivy.
"I need more vegetables," he said, his tone direct but respectful.
Ivy nodded without hesitation. "I understand."
This ti, she prepared a massive quantity. Fortunately, Henry had brought the temporal storage necklace of Silas.
Only through that could such a large amount be stored. With Silas’s permission granted in advance, Ivy placed all the vegetables inside.
Once she finished, she paused slightly, then extended her hand. Several small, glowing blue spheres appeared in her palm.
She handed them to Henry. He stared at them, confusion evident in his eyes. "What are these?"
Ivy smiled faintly.
"Use them," she said. "They can protect you from the cold... and keep zombies away."
Henry froze. "...What?"
For the past two months, while staying near the cave, they had experienced firsthand just how brutal the outside world had beco.
The cold was unbearable. It seeped into bones, numbing the body completely. If it weren’t for the vegetables Ivy had sent earlier... they might not have survived.
Even hours after eating, those vegetables kept their bodies warm. It was the only thing keeping them going.
And now...she was giving them sothing even stronger.
If used properly, those blue spheres could cover the entire cave area, reducing the cold and keeping dangers away.
Henry’s expression changed completely. Respect filled his eyes. He lowered his head slightly.
"If I ever get the chance to repay you..." he said sincerely, "I won’t hesitate."
Ivy let out a soft chuckle. "Why are you talking like this?"
Her gaze softened slightly. "In my previous life... maybe you were the one who helped , and now I am just returning the favor."
Henry laughed lightly, scratching the back of his head. "Even if I did... I doubt I was this nice."
He said it like a joke. But Ivy paused. ’He’s not wrong...’
A faint, knowing smile appeared on her lips.
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