Chapter 25 The Wrong Kind of Notification
Well, that was it. The most legitimate route was completely blocked.
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Elizabeth shut off her device in frustration. Did this mean she really had no choice but to let the recycling station fleece her?
She refused to give up and continued searching Starnet for other opportunities.
Finally, her persistence paid off. She found a section called “Free Market.”
It was basically a massive online secondhand marketplace with much looser rules. No complicated business licenses were required. Sellers only needed to submit basic information and pricing for their goods, and after a simple review, the listing could go live.
This was it.
Elizabeth’s eyes lit up, her energy instantly returning.
She excitedly began editing the product listing.
Product Name: Premium Potatoes (Delicious, with a Special Surprise)
Source: Privately Grown (Sector A001)
Price: 180 stellar coins per 100 grams
When she finished, she looked at the outrageous price and felt no guilt at all.
These were potatoes infused with spiritual energy.
Even if the amount was small, they were absolutely one of a kind in this interstellar era.
Selling them cheaply would be an insult to their value.
To attract early customers, she also added a grand opening promotion: Half price for the first 10 buyers.
After the discount, the price was actually 10 stellar coins cheaper than Starnet’s official rate of 100 stellar coins.
She felt smug about it. With such obvious “value for money,” surely someone would place an order.
She hit submit. When the listing passed the basic review and went live on the Free Market, Elizabeth clapped her hands in satisfaction and happily waited for customers to arrive.
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While waiting for the familiar order notification chime, she went back out to the fields to improve her circle.
Once the circle was finished, her device remained completely silent.
She was not in a hurry. Maybe customers were still thinking it over.
She then carefully processed the newly harvested sweet potato tubers, cutting and planting them.
After all the sweet potatoes were planted, the device was still silent.
Elizabeth started to feel puzzled.
Wasn’t natural food in the interstellar world extremely scarce, usually sold out the moment it went on sale?
Her discounted price was 10 stellar coins cheaper than the official rate. Sure, the original price was high, but the promotion was very reasonable.
So why wasn’t there even a single inquiry?
Just as she stared at the motionless device, feeling frustrated enough to question her entire existence, a clear chime rang out.
Ding!
Elizabeth’s eyes lit up instantly. She almost jumped with excitement.
It was here. Her very first customer had finally arrived.
She hurriedly opened the device, her face full of anticipation.
However, what appeared was not an order confirmation or a buyer’s message.
It was a communication request marked “Unknown Source.”
Elizabeth kept smiling, assuming it was a potential buyer wanting more details, and immediately accepted the call.
“Hello?” she said, her voice carrying a hint of expectation.
On the other end came a clear, precise, almost overly official voice, completely devoid of emotion. “Hello. May I confirm this is Elizabeth Schofield?”
“Yes, that’s me,” Elizabeth replied, thinking the caller sounded like customer service, almost robotic. “Who is this?”
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What came next froze the expression on her face.
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“Ms. Schofield, this is the Kingdom Central Sector Marriage Registration Bureau. We are formally notifying you that you’re required to appear at 10:00 a.m. on the 15th of this month at the First Marriage Registration Hall on Centria Planet to complete your marriage registration with General Hewitt.”
Elizabeth fell silent.
It took her two seconds to process what the call was actually about.
What was this?
Not a customer. They were here to push her into marriage?
“Wait,” she objected immediately. “I’m on Garbage Planet. I don’t have a spaceship. I can’t get back.”
The caller sounded prepared, their tone unchanged. “Regarding transportation, you may book a private spaceship service to Centria Planet. We will send the exact coordinates of the registration hall to your device.”
Book it myself?
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