Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1392: The Mandatory Field Fallowing Plan

Having just crossed the entire room, Silvan paused to catch his breath before speaking.

"Your idea couldn't have come at a better time," he said to Ji Shanqing. "Last night, I had a hunch about where the exit might be. I spent hours trying to find it, but I hit a wall. However, with your plan, we might actually stand a chance."

Lin Sanjiu's gaze darted between the two, her expression mirroring the others' confusion. Horst, looking lost, plowed aimlessly.

"You tried last night?" Ji Shanqing asked, taken aback. Something seemed to spark in him. He scanned the room—up, down, left, right. A look of realization crossed his face, and he suddenly raised his hand to rub his eyelid. "You think... I see. I was too exhausted last night and didn't hear anything after I fell asleep."

'What is his eyelid-rubbing supposed to mean?'

"Right, but I tried flicking the lights on and off, and that didn't reveal anything," Silvan replied, shaking his head slightly.

'What exactly was he doing last night?' Their conversation was so vague, it was frustrating to follow.

"I was searching for the exit along the walls," Silvan said, responding to Lin Sanjiu's silent inquiry. He seemed reluctant to delve into why he'd pursued this seemingly pointless task in the dead of night.

'Is that why he woke up so late?'

He must have expended a lot of energy. Lin Sanjiu felt a twinge of guilt, having assumed he was just resting the whole time. Before she could voice her concern, Louisa spoke up. "You must be tired. Why not grab a food ball?"

Lin Sanjiu turned to see Louisa smiling up at Silvan. "You've gone above and beyond for us. Thank you."

Silvan glanced at her, exhaling softly. He exchanged a look with Ji Shanqing, then addressed everyone, "No need to give me a food ball. From this point on, store all newly produced food balls except for the most basic supply."

Everyone looked surprised. "You mean..."

"I'm going to go ahead with Ji Shanqing's plan, and I need all of you on board," Silvan said, leaving no room for discussion.

They all had different roles; he clearly had no right to order others. However, when the words came from his mouth, they seemed to make perfect sense.

However, if the purpose of the plan wasn't clear, how could they persuade the others? As Lin Sanjiu felt her anxiety rising, Jian Sheng asked, "Could you explain why we should go through with this plan? I don't see the point in it."

Silvan frowned, tilting his head in thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "This isn't a strike."

"Then what is it?"

"It's a... necessary measure for letting the field lie fallow," Silvan said, crossing his arms. "As you all know, our room is small, the field is limited, and the population is large. Overworking the field leads to soil erosion and eventually diminished yields. To rejuvenate the land, we need to let it rest."

'I wouldn't have guessed he knows so much about farming.'

"So," he continued more smoothly, patting Ji Shanqing on the shoulder, "Ji Shanqing is suggesting we work but avoid producing food balls. That's the only way to let the land recover."

"If that's the case... then there isn't really a choice," Nu Yue said. "If we lose the land, we won't survive."

"Then why did he call it a strike?" Horst asked.