Gara's heart pounded hard. He had no way out, either finish this absurd challenge or be stuck in this time loop.
In front of him, a barrage of nagging and exclamation marks consistently flashed on the green translucent panel. He had no time to entertain this enraged goddess.
Followed by the white squirrel's gaze, he stood and strode down the mountain. With every step he took, his brain rummaged through ideas, trying to find the best solution.
Not long after, his bamboo house with its herb garden came into sight.
In this village, people typically didn't build thick, sturdy brick walls as fences; only makeshift wooden boards, about adult thigh height, mainly to prevent wild chickens or pigs from destroying the herb plants.
Before, he had closed the gate with a wooden board. "Ack!" Not seeing the low wooden board, which was usually only closed at night, he tripped over it and almost fell.
Be careful! There is a baby in your belly!
