Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 277

mang Bunt in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 277 She Needs Meat

And what about milk? What about my fluffy eggs?

No.

Absolutely not!

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In that instant, Elizabeth thought the strawberries in her hand lost their sweetness. Her heart twisted painfully, frustration rising like a cat scratching from the inside.

A proper table needed meat and vegetables, always.

She craved steak.

She wanted a tall glass of milk.

She needed real eggs.

She wasn’t about to give up fish, shrimp, or crab–not a single one.

The craving struck, and Elizabeth snatched up her device, logging into Starnet to search for information about livestock, aquaculture, and system–wide ranches.

The further she dug, the quicker her hope faded, leaving only disbelief, confusion, and a growing sense of defeat.

Nothing showed up.

The Kingdom didn’t have any large–scale livestock or fish farms at all.

Elizabeth scrolled through official resources, science articles, and archived records, hardly trusting what she saw.

After the so–called Wasteland Era, nearly all livestock, poultry, and common fish had mutated beyond recognition due to environmental disasters and radiation.

Those animals changed in size and behavior, turning wild and aggressive, completely impossible to domesticate.

By the time humanity entered the interstellar era, people focused on exploring new planets, fighting cosmic threats, and building technology instead of trying to revive risky, time- consuming, and supposedly unnecessary animal farming.

Synthetic nutrition tech became mainstream, natural crops were already tough to grow, and nobody bothered with bringing back traditional animal farms. That left a huge gap, even today.

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Chapter 277 She Needs Meal

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Now, if anyone wanted a taste of “real meat,” they had to send out an expedition to some wild, uncharted planet and hope to hunt down something edible.

That brought another problem.

Wild animals that survived those harsh worlds built up all kinds of toxins and unstable energy in their bodies–enough to poison someone or wreck their mental power. They were too dangerous to eat.

Every now and then, someone found a “cleaner” animal, but the price was sky–high, and supply was never guaranteed.

Does this mean I’d never eat meat again?

Elizabeth slumped in her chair, vision blurring. Her entire dream of a culinary paradise felt like it had lost its foundation. She refused to accept that.

She forced herself upright, determination burning in her eyes.

If wild game were off–limits because of contamination, then she’d catch and raise her own, using her spiritual energy to purify them over time.

That power could cleanse anything.

She was certain it would work.

Once her private shipping lane was finished, she’d travel to other untouched planets and handpick the best livestock for her ranch.

Everything depended on the private shipping lane.

At the moment, her application was stuck because she needed “sufficient armed security to guarantee the safety of the transit route and destination planet.”

Thinking of that, Elizabeth tapped her communicator and sent out a group message. “Tiffany, Melton, and Skylar, come to my office and give me an update on security recruitment.”

Within minutes, all three arrived as quickly as possible.

None of them looked pleased. Instead, each face was drawn with guilt and worry.

“Boss,” Tiffany began, his voice rough and apologetic, acting as their spokesperson. “We reached out to every contact we could think of–old friends from the military and security industry, trusted veterans, even reputable freelancers and explorers.”

Elizabeth felt her chest tighten. “And?”

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