Chapter 19 On the Brink
Erin lived like a spinning top, never daring to slow down for a moment.
Her entire life revolved around making money, nothing else.
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Nearly all her income went toward outrageously priced natural food, poured into Tyson’s increasingly withered body.
And yet, it was still not enough.
The beautifully packaged natural food from artificial ecological parks was so expensive it felt hopeless.
The cheapest synthetic liquid supplements were affordable, but they didn’t do anything for Tyson’s
condition.
Aside from barely sustaining his basic bodily functions, they actually worsened his mental power damag
Erin stood not far away, gazing in the direction of the A001 stall, and took a deep breath.
She couldn’t give up. Absolutely not.
Tyson was her only family.
If Tyson were gone too, she’d have no ties left to this world at all.
She quickened her steps toward the A001 stall and, as expected, found a batch of unimpressive potatoes piled on the otherwise empty shelves.
They were dull and gray, their skins covered in irregular dents and pits.
Compared to the glossy, meticulously packaged natural food in the mall, they looked like something picked straight out of a trash heap. Which, in fact, they were.
Erin carefully examined the inspection report provided at the stall, confirming that the potatoes were non–toxic and safe to eat.
Still uneasy, she pulled up the inspection reports for the potatoes sold in the mall and compared them side by side.
Aside from slight fluctuations in certain values, there were no other abnormalities.
That was enough to make up her mind. She bought 15 kilos of potatoes in one go.
It nearly emptied her account.
But when she thought about how those 15 kilograms, if rationed carefully, would be enough to feed Tyson for more than a month, a rare sense of relief rose in her chest.
Seeing the clock hand nearing seven, Erin hugged the heavy sack of potatoes and jogged home.
She still had to help Tyson eat, then make it to her night shift by eight.
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Being late meant a pay deduction.
Their so–called home was nothing more than a cramped pod pieced together from basic materials
The air circulation system emitted a dull hum, and the only light came from a dim energy–saving overhead.
On a simple medical bed in the corner lay a thin young man.
It was her brother, Tyson.
His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed even in unconsciousness. His pale face was nearly transluce if he might disappear at any moment.
On the screen of the medical device beside him, faint, wavering lines displayed his extremely unstal vital signs.
“I’m back, Tyson.” Erin said lightly, even though he likely couldn’t hear her.
She went back out, fetched a small amount of clean water, and carefully washed a potato.
Then she slowly peeled away the skin, revealing bright yellow flesh beneath.
Aren’t potatoes supposed to be white inside?
Why was this one yellow?
After hesitating for a moment, she cut the potato into small pieces and placed them in the pot to stean
Once it was cooked, she cautiously tasted a small bite. Her eyes immediately lit up.
The texture was soft and sweet, far more delicious than the potato pudding Tyson once took her to eat Starway Diner.
What surprised her even more was that after eating it, she felt no discomfort at all. On the contrary, the fog in her mind seemed to clear slightly.
Her heart eased a little further.
It seemed that these potatoes from Planet A001 were likely safe.
After mashing the remaining potatoes, Erin gently lifted Tyson’s head and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
Throughout the process, her heart stayed in her throat, terrified that Tyson might have a bad reaction.
But nothing happened.
Tyson swallowed unconsciously. His breathing remained weak, but it seemed slightly steadier than usual.
Erin didn’t dare say whether it was just her imagination.
After feeding him half a plate of mashed potatoes, she forced her exhausted body upright, changed into
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her night shift uniform, and prepared to head out once more.
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