My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 625

Kisha and Duke listened intently, both struck by the depth of Mike’s understanding.

It was astonishing that a teenage boy had such a thorough grasp of livestock care and their diets.

Not only did he comprehend the intricate balance of feeding these animals, but he had also developed a strategic plan to ensure that their food source remained constant.

Despite the limitations on harvests and the occasional shortage of fruits and vegetables, Mike’s approach meant that the animals would never go hungry.

The thoughtfulness and foresight behind his plan left Kisha and Duke genuinely impressed, as they realized that his knowledge was far beyond what they had expected from someone his age. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

Kisha and Duke exchanged a look, admiration shining in their eyes as they realized the extent of Mike’s dedication to the animals.

His deep understanding of their needs and the careful planning he had put into ensuring their well-being made it clear that his Talent and Gift weren’t just about his skills—it was his natural affinity for animals.

Kisha couldn’t help but think that no wonder his abilities aligned with animal care.

His methods and understanding were part of the reason why the animals here were thriving, growing bigger and tastier than the ones they had before the apocalypse.

It wasn’t just luck—there were many factors at play, from his gift to his meticulous approach to raising the animals, and the results spoke for themselves.

Kisha couldn’t help but feel a deep appreciation for Mike’s exceptional talent, especially since he remained so humble and lowkey.

If she and Duke hadn’t taken the time to observe, she would have never realized the immense effort he put into caring for the animals.

Handling thousands of livestock on his own while also coming out of the territory to assist around the villa, Mike’s dedication was truly impressive.

The Wyatt family, she thought, was filled with good people, and Mike was a shining example of their strength and generosity.

Kisha’s thoughts seemed to wander as she watched Duke continue with the task.

She wondered if hiring more people to work on the farm would lighten the load on Mike and the others, especially since he was doing so much on his own.

As she thought about it more, she realized that with her ability to draft the slave contracts, she could ensure that her secret remained safe and that everyone she hired would be bound to confidentiality.

She absentmindedly tapped her chin with her finger, deep in thought, as Duke worked beside her, letting her process her ideas without interrupting her flow.

After finishing up in the chicken coop, Kisha and Duke watched as Mike pushed the now-empty wooden cart back toward the farm.

Without wasting time, they moved on to the duck house. Just like in the chicken coop, they began collecting eggs, working their way from the back to the entrance.

By the time they were done, they had gathered an impressive eight thousand eggs.

As they neared the exit, the steady chorus of quacking echoed through the duck house, filling the space with a lively energy.

Stepping outside, they spotted Mike once again—this time pushing another cart filled with mixed grains and veggies.

The feed looked similar to what the chickens had eaten earlier, reinforcing the careful balance Mike maintained in the animals’ diets.

This time, Kisha noticed that the duck house wasn’t just surrounded by an expansive grassy area—it also had a large pond.

Tall reeds grew abundantly around the water, creating a natural habitat.

Within the pond, she spotted snails and clusters of snail eggs, which the ducks could eat if they wished.