“It’s completely hardened.”

Geo picked up the dried goby fruit that had been left in the hut yard.

“… And it’s not even yellow…”

The shiny metallic sheen really gave off a gold-like color.

The size, weight, and shape were just like ugly gold dust.

“Since when have I been walking the path of an alchemist?”

It was amazing that the plump, juicy red fruit had changed like this.

“Its color is similar to sunlight.”

The fruit that had hardened enough to be ground into powder didn’t look like food. However, Geo, who knew that it could be made into medicine, tilted his head and put all the dried fruit into a glass bottle.

Geo, who entered the hut, received help from the system for the first time in a long while.

“I’m looking for a knowledgeable friend who can teach me how to make blood balls.”

The method of making rice cakes: Make a paste by mixing the powdered fruit with the juice of the dried berry and drying it in a dark place for more than a week, and it becomes a good medicine for bleeding and recovery.

“Yes, that knowledgeable friend was here. It was a well-founded confidence.”

Today’s content.

Making blood rice cakes that are good for bleeding recovery.

“Ttaran.”

Wasting time with productive work was a very enjoyable thing.

For Geo, who loved making and growing things, these things were not a hassle at all.

‘Making rice cakes in a hut with leisurely sunlight.’

It was exactly what I wanted. Geo headed to the studio with the materials.

“I’m not going to paint, but this is the best place to work.”

Since the studio was so large, he could fully utilize the workbench as long as he avoided the paints. Geo placed all the materials on the workbench that he had cleaned in advance.

“… … .”

Geo, who had washed his hands, hesitated.

“… Should I just make powder like I did when I made pigments? Is this the narrow-minded way of thinking of an art teacher who has only touched art materials? But it’s called ‘dried fruit,’ but it’s almost as hard as minerals…”

Geo, who was caught up in a moderate panic, unconsciously touched the dried fruit. Surprisingly, he felt peace in his mind and body.

“It’s warm.”

The forest, where the weather was clear every day, was always sunny. As you can see from the warm color, the warmth of the sunlight could be felt even in the well-dried goby fruit.

It wasn’t just the skin that was hot and dry, but there was a gentle heat that permeated even the veins.

“This is the power of sun-dried fruit… . It’s amazing.”

The heart that received that energy began to beat leisurely and clearly, as if it was a lazy afternoon nap. It felt like rolling around in a blanket filled with the scent of sunlight.

“… … .”

Bang-!!

Geo slammed his hammer down.

“It’s harder than I thought.”

Bang, crunch!

“Next time, don’t dry it all at once like this… .”

Kwaduk… .

“Should I grind it first and then dry it?”

Knock, thud.

“But then it’ll be hard to lock in all the juice like this.”

With a dull sound, the fruit, which was as hard as a mineral, shattered.

“… … .”

That should be enough.

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‘Let’s grind it in a bowl.’

Geo nodded.

Geo made pigments using all kinds of hard things, like jewels and shells. Naturally, the bowls would get scratched or broken, so he made several bowls in advance to prepare for that.

Among them, Geo, who brought an unusually clean glass bowl, began to grind the fruit.

Crack, crack.

“What kind of hardness is this…?”

Even though he had chopped it into small pieces, he could hear a sound that made him wonder, ‘Is this right?’ No matter how much he thought about it, it seemed like Geo had awakened as an alchemist.

‘I should make a grindstone later.’

Judging by this crazy hardness, it seemed like he had dried it for too long.

“Maybe he let his guard down because he thought the ingredients of the forest would not spoil.”

One of the characteristics of this forest was that all the ingredients and crops would not dry out or spoil.

It was the same when he cooked it. A world where food would never get moldy, it seemed like every chef’s dream.

However, this fruit clearly showed that this state could not be maintained indefinitely. The goby fruit that had been left out for a long time did not spoil, but it continued to dry in that state and became excessively hard.

“… … .”

Rather, was that why he had a warmer feeling?

‘… I need to think about this a bit more. I’ll have to try it out myself to see what kind of results I’ll get if I stick to a certain method.’

A warm feeling that I couldn’t feel from regular fruits was felt from the dried fruit. Thinking back to the fact that it was just an ordinary dried fruit a week ago, it definitely seemed to have its own unique characteristics.

Anyway, it was funny and good. Now Geo could say that he had gone somewhere and tried to fuse gold.

“This is good enough.”

Bubbling… .

It’s a moist powder.

“It’s just like snow.”

It’s like snow that clumps together well.

It was definitely dried so strongly that I thought it couldn’t be like this anymore, but where did this subtle moisture come from?

In fact, there was no moisture at all, but Geo might have been mistaken by the strangely thick, fluffy texture.

“… Hmm.”

When I tasted the powder, my body felt warm and sweetness spread across my tongue.

“… … .”

Geo blinked twice.

“… It would be delicious if I put it in bread.”

In the past, when sugar was scarce, commoners used to grind chestnuts that were found on the roadside instead of expensive sugar or strong-smelling honey.

Its rich flavor and subtle sweetness went well with many foods, and it was even used to make crepes.

“There’s nothing I can’t do.”

The powder of the goby fruit, which had been fully ripened in the sunlight, had almost lost its original sourness, and only the greenish sweetness unique to dried fruit remained.

The sweetness was very strong, but it also had a light taste like grain or egg. It was something I hadn’t felt when eating freshly picked goby fruit, so I wondered, ‘Is this the taste of sunlight?’

“It might be difficult to use it as a meal because of its strong fruity flavor, but it would go well with sweet pastries like crepes or madeleines topped with whipped cream or ricotta cheese. It would also go well with the refreshing lemon scent of the goby fruit.”

A true pig could only be considered one who thought about what to eat when washing, eating, and sleeping. In that sense, Geo was a pig.

“I should dry it in advance.”

The goby fruit, full of fruit pulp, had even more moisture. It was like drying jelly the size of Kyoho grapes.

‘If you want to use this powder in cooking…’

It seemed wiser to dry it in large quantities in advance.

‘It’ll take quite a while.’

Geo, who had ground all the fruits into powder, lifted the glass bottle.

“Let’s put most of it away and try again, because we might fail. People should always live with failure in mind. That’s the shortcut to longevity.”

He left only enough powder to make a ball smaller than the beads sold at stationery stores.

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After cleaning up all the powdered goby fruit, Geo lifted the bottle next to him. Something inside swayed deeply like the transparent Milky Way.

“… … .”

It was the juice of the spring flower, Lulupu, that he had made a long time ago.

“… Of course it wouldn’t have gone bad… .”

The Lulupu juice in the glass bottle somehow resembled the spring water from which it grew.

Should I say it was similar to water containing sunlight? Or should I say it contained slightly warm moonlight?

The Lulupu juice, which he had materialized with the light he had held in his body his entire life, and made with his own blood, was difficult to express as simply glitter water.

‘… It really looks like the Milky Way. Is this what it would look like if the Milky Way were reflected on the shallow water of the White Tree Spring?’

Maybe it was because it was so enjoyable to look at. After staring at it for a while, Geo muttered.

“It’s wonderful.”

Geo dropped Lulupu’s juice onto the barracks filled with finely ground powder.

Even though he only dropped a few drops, the powder had already soaked through and turned a deep golden color. The powder, which combined with the cool blue color that gave off Lulupu’s unique moisture, had a strangely cool side.

“… It’s like gold powder soaked in water.”

Geo, who had been thinking for a while, pressed the powder and then gently rolled it with his hand. It was very small because Shido was timid, but he was able to make a rice cake.

If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight.net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.

“… … .”

It looked like a real gold bead.

“… … ?”

At this point, shouldn’t it be called gold rice cake instead of blood rice cake?

“Well, anyway.”

Geo, who had a feel for the moisture of the powder and the moisture of the juice, made rice cakes one by one.

Thanks to his experience of tearing and eating sujebi and making honey rice cakes at home, he was able to make some pretty good rice cakes. Geo was able to make a total of 15 rice cakes.

“… … .”

Geo felt a moment of emptiness when all the powdered goby fruit he had worked so hard to grind was used up. Life was bitter. There was a secret to life in this.

“… But there was still juice left.”

Since the powder itself was so moist, he couldn’t use up all of the juice from the lulupu, which spread incredibly well. In the end, he only used about a third of it, not even half a bottle.

“What should I do with this?”

That was the very moment he was thinking.

“… … .”

“… … .”

“Uh… .”

Geo made eye contact with a water bird sitting by the window of his studio.

“Uh, wait.”

Clink, clack, clack!!

“No.”

Clink, clack!!

“No.”

Clink—!!

Lulupu's juice was stolen.

"... ... ."

What is this?

The water bird inflated its body to its fullest and covered a large glass bottle with its entire body.

"... ... ??"

Geo was bewildered by the greedy figure that looked like a slime that came out of a game.

"What are you going to use that for?"

It was funny how she swallowed a bottle that was three times her size with her small body, but I was really curious as to why she did this.

"Why on earth would she be so aggressive when she couldn't even swallow it all?"

Dalgrak... .

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"It's not like you're being stubborn, it's just saying that the glass bottle is bigger than your body."

Dalgrak!

"Do you see this bottle sticking out? Do you see it? I declare that you have the qualities of a pig."

Daughter!! Cut!!

“What a brilliant piece of performance art, with such a sharp clipping. You are my child.

“That’s right.”

It was mainly because he hit the ball without any care. These days, even paint can be inherited.

“What are you planning to do with it?”

I wondered what the water bird would use it for, but the water bird went straight into the glass bottle. In the blink of an eye, the water bird crumpled into the shape of the bottle.

“Huh?”

And so the water bird combined with Lulupu’s juice.

“What is this… .”

“Kururuk.”

“Did you say it?”

“Kururuk.”

“Make a sound?”

Did you evolve?

“… … .”

You are my child, after all.

‘It never goes as planned.’

When Geo turned the bottle upside down and emptied it, the water bird, who had been trying to cling on for some reason, whether it was pride or something else, was soon pushed away.

Chulup, bbong!

Cheolbuk-!

“… … .”

“… … .”

The guy who fell with a cute sound like a stationery liquid monster was somewhere sparkling, having absorbed all of Lulupu’s juice.

“… … .”

“Kuruk.”

He was talking, and most of all.

“… It’s warm.”

He felt warmth.

“What’s going on?”

“Kuruk.”

“It’s absurd and fun, but I don’t know what kind of harmony this is. Life is really a series of contents.”

“Kurung.”

“Do animals evolve when you drink Lulupu’s juice? When I took a ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ sip, there was no change? Is it discrimination?”

Maybe it was a possible change because the waterfowl was a species born from Geo’s hands. Common sense tells you that it would be impossible for a guy whose entire body was made of water to gurgle as if he had vocal cords.

“It might not be good to suddenly grow up, but it’s not a bad change for the body, right?”

“Kururururur.”

“Well, that’s fortunate, but…”

Jio, who had been pondering whether life was eggs, soon accepted the whole situation.

‘It’s fun, so that’s okay.’

That’s right. In fact, Jio didn’t think about it at all. He successfully finished all his worries.

“A talking and flying water is really amazing.”

“Kururuk?”

“The color of the body seems to have changed a little too…”

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The once transparent body turned into a light yellow, like water mixed with gold dust.

The water bird that drank the Rurupu juice often carried jewels, as its sparkling body was filled with yellow and transparent jewels. It matched well with Rurupu’s unique sunlight and moonlight-like sparkle.

“Hmm.”

This color, which is no different from the visibility of a yellow sign, would be visible even if you were riding the KTX.

A guy full of gorgeous and gentle colors. This one definitely seemed to be a differentiator from the others.

“If it stands out this much, I can give it a name.”

“Kurururul?”

“Do you like it? That’s good.”

Soon, Geo said.

“Geumjjok… .”

“… … .”

“I thought that wasn’t right the moment I said it. This dad sometimes makes slips of the tongue.”

Geo saw the guy with a serious expression for the first time.

Even though he was a parent, there were things he could and couldn’t say to his children. Geumjjok’s naming sense was definitely one of the worst.

“… … .”

The Seo family had no talent for naming for generations. He put more effort into his brain and thought seriously.

“Then how about Honey…?”

“Kuruk?”

“Because it’s a sweet color.”

The warm golden bird resembled sunlight or moonlight, but it also resembled honey that seemed to be emitting a strong scent.

Geo said, stroking the slightly squishy and hardened golden bird.

“My naming sense is just about up to here.”

“Kururuk.”

“You don’t hate this, how merciful.”

Honestly, I thought you would hate it because the name was honey.

‘Maybe you don’t understand the meaning and don’t know what honey is.’

That thought crossed my mind for a moment, but anyway, what can I do if I like it?

Geo watched Honey slowly crawling into the glass bottle again.

“So cute.”

It was healing to watch.

“A crumpled cat in a box… .”

“Krrrrr.”

“Does the sound get crumpled when the body gets crumpled? It’s even cuter.”

“Kyuryung.”

“This is the epitome of cuteness.”

Honey, who had finally squeezed herself into the glass bottle, picked it up. The strangely lukewarm glass bottle was just the right size, like a hot pack.

‘It smells sweet, too.’

My mind was blank, as if I was looking at a bonfire burning brightly.

“Hmm.”

As I quietly looked at the warm and pretty glass bottle with its sweet scent, I felt tired, like when I had lunch on a spring day and was taking a class, and I felt lethargic.

Eating and sleeping is a pig’s duty. And Honey seemed to be doing the same.

“… … .”

Geo put the bottle inside his outerwear without blocking the opening.

“I guess we agree.”

“Kkurung.”

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The two fell asleep, lying down like spread-out laundry.