After spending a night in Meteor Village, Gary got up the next morning and frowned at the view outside his window, still dim and tinged with blue.
This isolated underground world was, in the end, not as lovely as the world beneath the sun.
"Did you sleep well last night?" At the dining table, Granny Xi and Gary greeted each other with smiles.
Breakfast that day was bread, bacon, and milk!
Young Master Mao had exchanged for all of it through the system. Spatial equipment was nothing unusual for travelers anyway.
Using Psychic-type Pokémon's ability to create Spatial Barriers, it was easy to commission spatial backpacks with astonishing capacities.
Young Master Mao simply said he liked stockpiling supplies and exchanged for large quantities of rice, flour, grain, and cooking oil from the system shop, along with ready-to-eat bread, sausages, and the like...
He gave all of it to the people of Meteor Village as a welcoming gift.
The neatly packaged rice, flour, grain, and cooking oil filled an entire small storeroom. For a little tribe with fewer than twenty people, it would probably last half a year...
These things were not worth much money, but when Gary saw tears welling in the villagers' eyes as they smiled, he felt those CG Points had been well spent!
Without sunlight all year round, their means of obtaining food were far too limited.
"Granny Xi, we'll probably be leaving today. Please take good care of yourself," Gary reminded her gently.
"All right, all right." Granny Xi nodded, her eyes narrowed into a smile. "What a good boy."
Even Zhenya, who had bristled and glared at Gary the day before, could not help warming to him under his barrage of food supplies.
"Well... I'm just someone who can't keep things bottled up. You're a