Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 597

Chapter-597 A Different Kind of Prison

Chapter 597 A Different Kind of Prison

Elizabeth said, “Every day. As much as you want.”

Seth stood up. Then, it retracted its shell, its spines, and all of its hostility. “I’m m”

Just like that, a once fierce and bloodthirsty Swarmborn warrior willingly put on a work uniform for unlimited vines every day

When it changed into the uniform, it stood in front of the mirror for a long time, awkwardly touching the embroidered badge o chest that read Tycoon Farm.

Elizabeth gave it a new name: Seth Tycoon.

It repeated the name several times, as if tasting something delicious.

Now, it was the best harvesting supervisor in the entire picking zone, without question.

Just yesterday, it had been officially converted to full-time status, and today iz had already caught two Swarmbor

This forced Desmond to admire Elizabeth beyond words.

She was absolutely the first in the entire galaxy to tame a Swarmborn.

Desmond shook his head and pushed Gru and Mila into the detention room, locking the door behind them,

Gru lay on the cold floor, compound eyes fixed on the sealed iron door, still replaying what Seth had said earlie

“My name is Seth Tycoon. None of that has anything to do with you anymore.”

It felt anger, but also deep confusion.

When Seth said those words, his chin was slightly lifted, carrying a kind of righteous pride

That tone, that confidence, that unapologetic identification as an employee of Tycoon Farm couldn’tbefest

Seth truly no longer saw itself as Swarmborn.

And Seth had been a Swarmborn warrior.

Swarmborn warriors were known for their resilience-never landing never retreating

But now, he wore human clothes, ate human food, and spoke human language acting proudly i leathers.

Insurance and housing fund? Exployment contracts? dust haarig thise w

Gar’s shell prickle uncomfortably

Mila lay nearby in silence.

It was still holding batt a bowbarty

It had picked up from the gran

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Chapter 597 A Different Kind of Prison

Juice seeped through its fingers and dripped onto the floor, carrying that scent that had completely unmade it.

It looked down at the hall eaten strawberry and stayed silent for a long time. It was already slightly crushed, the red flesh with dirt and bits of grass, its appearance utterly ruined.

But that scent remained, and it was even stronger than before, as if the very soul of the fruit had seeped into its core, silently calling out.

Mila’s compound eyes trembled slightly.

Gru noticed it staring.

“Don’t eat it,” Gru said, voice dull. “It’s a trap.”

Mila didn’t respond.

It raised the half strawberry to its mouth and slowly, carefully took a bite.

The moment the juice exploded in its mouth, Mila’s body shuddered uncontrollably.

It held the fruit in its mouth for a very long time, unwilling to swallow, as if trying to carve that sensation into every cell of

Then, it swallowed, closed its eyes, and let out a soft sigh.

It was so faint that only Gru could hear it. However, Gru understood there was no anger or grief in it-only resignation and login

“Gru,” Mila finally spoke, its voice very low, as if afraid someone might overhear.

“Mm?”

“Do you think,” Mila’s voice trembled slightly, “Seth has unlimited strawberries now?”

Gru was silent for a long time and didn’t answer.

It was because it was thinking the same thing.

Seth could eat strawberries every day. It could eat those bright red fruits that shimmered with that indible gives

It could eat whatever it wanted, as much as it wanted, until it was full, until it was satisfied, until it a tong

It could even wear clean clothes and walk beneath the sur

It no longer needed to fear human pursuit, no longer needed to carry out missions that night and a dire return to that dark, damp nest filled with the stench of waste

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