Chapter 6 – The Homemaker’s Attire

“First, I need to do something about the room’s floor.”

Hee-na grabbed the cleaning broom and dustpan in both hands.

She was currently inside the house with her shoes on. Although it was a heinous act that was intolerable for a Korean, she felt no aversion.

This was because the room’s floor was just as dirty as the dirt ground outside.

“I have to clear this pile of dirt first to even think about wiping the floor.”

For a full-scale clean-up, she tied her hair up and put on a mask.

If she didn’t wear a mask, it felt as though her lungs would become covered in dust from the soil particles. In addition, there was a smell of mold wafting from inside the house, and the bathroom smell was also foul.

“Ah.”

Hee-na paused for a moment just as she was about to put on her rubber gloves.

Execute. Execute. Quick execution.

Unable to tolerate even that short interval, the snail urged Hee-na.

At this, Hee-na waved her hand, signaling it to wait for a moment.

“Wait a minute. Let’s take some photos before starting. I need to record how terrible of a house this was.”

Besides, with this level of filth, it felt like it wouldn’t show much no matter how much she cleaned.

If she recorded the initial state, she would at least be able to obtain the joy of seeing that something had improved by comparison.

Click! Click! Click!

Hee-na walked around here and there, capturing the filthy state of the house in photos.

Looking closely inside the house, it was an absolute spectacle. She even felt dry heaves when taking photos of the bathroom.

‘To think the first photos captured on my new cell phone are like this…’

Hee-na felt sorry to her phone for no reason.

Slow action. Quick execution! Quick execution!

Of course, all the while she took photos, the snail pattered behind Hee-na’s back, crying out ‘Quick execution!’

Hee-na’s Persistence stat was 20, but the snail’s Persistence stat was surely around 100.

“Alright, alright. I’ll really start now.”

Hee-na bent her waist and stealthily tried to stroke the snail’s plump head.

However, the snail quickly pulled its head inside its shell before Hee-na’s hand could touch it.

‘Tch.’

It was a quick-witted fellow.

Regretting her failure, she pulled out and put on the rubber gloves. And as she prepared to clean, the snail moved its antennae like a siren next to her.

“What? I’m trying to do the quick execution as you wanted.”

Then, the snail displayed a strict font in Hee-na’s field of vision. It was Gungsuh style. It was serious.

Basic attire insufficient.

“Basic attire?”

Basic attire of a Homemaker. Kerchief. Apron. Other selective additional items. Mask. Gloves.

Hee-na let out a dry laugh at the snail’s demand. It was because she thought a lot of unnecessary things were required just to start cleaning.

However, Hee-na submissively followed the snail’s instructions. At any rate, wasn’t it the ‘dwelling manager’? There was no harm in following its words.

“Fine, fine. I got it. I bought an apron, so I can just wear that. And the kerchief… Hmm. I can use a dishcloth.”

Hee-na rummaged through her bags, looking for the apron and dishcloth.

After she put on the apron and wrapped the dishcloth as a substitute for a kerchief, only then was the snail satisfied.

Greatly satisfied.

It was the moment when she heard the snail’s praise and was about to ask, “Is that enough?”

The system window informed her of a new fact. Hee-na’s eyes grew wide.

“Efficiency rises just because I wore this?”

Then, as if in reply, the system displayed an alert window.

“What? The rank can rise too?”