Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Not Just Garbage

This time, Elizabeth’s shopping priorities were still focused on energy stones, practical tools, spare clothing, and other basic survival supplies. She made sure to buy everything in generous quantities. leaving no chance for the recycling station to overcharge her later.

After thinking it over, she placed an order for a batch of liquid supplements and several units of the basic model of sedatives.

She had no personal need for them, but they could be used to trade with people on Garbage Planet useful items. Seeds were her main target, even spoiled ones would do.

She marked every purchase as expedited delivery, requiring all items to arrive before 3 p.m. that afternoon. The delivery address was set as the Centria Planet Freight Hub.

Once she finished shopping, a wave of fatigue finally washed over her. She leaned back in her seat an closed her eyes to rest.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when a light vibration from the spaceship woke her.

Looking out through the window, she saw a massive spaceport. Countless mechanical arms were busy loading and unloading cargo.

They had arrived at the Odyssey Planet waste processing facility.

Elizabeth didn’t disembark and simply remained quietly inside the cabin.

She could feel curious glances from the facility staff through the window and faintly hear their hushes discussions. Most of them seemed confused about why Cristian’s spouse was riding aboard a garbage transport ship.

Honestly, she wanted to know the answer herself.

Just then, she heard someone who sounded like a supervisor urging the workers to speed up the unloading. His voice dropped as he added, “Be thorough this time. Pay special attention to anything bik the potatoes from before. Tubers. If you find any, seal them immediately and bring them to my office. Understood?”

Potatoes?

Elizabeth’s eyes flew open, all traces of sleep gone.

Why would people on Odyssey Planet be specifically searching garbage for potatoes!

Could it be related to the potatoes she was selling!

Before she could sort out the connection, the spaceship’s hatch slowly closed. The engines restarted carrying a puzzled Elizabeth onward toward their final destination. Centria Planet.

The heavy metal gate of the cargo bay slammed shut behind him with a dull boom, as if scaling Jared’s

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mood along with it.

He stood in the core sorting area of Odyssey Facility Number Three. High intensity lights reflecter silver gray metal walls, and the air carried a mix of disinfectant and oxidized metal.

Several automated sorting lines hummed as mechanical arms precisely classified, compressed, and packaged various types of waste.

But none of the usual bustle could dispel the gloom weighing on Jared.

Once again, he pulled up the recycling manifest for this shipment from Garbage Planet A001. The still no mention of potatoes.

“Damn it…” Jared let out a long sigh. His shoulders slumped, and the disappointment on his face wa impossible to hide.

He had not expected much from the start, but having his hopes come up empty still hurt.

“Mr. Whitman, what’s wrong with you?” Reed’s rough voice was the first to notice something off. The mechanical arm he was operating had just finished a sorting cycle, releasing a hiss of pressure.

“You’ve been spaced out all day, like you just lost a million stellar coins. Is there something wrong wit shipment? Radiation levels? Smuggled contraband?”

A few other coworkers gathered around, their faces showing concern and curiosity.

The work at the waste processing facility was monotonous, but the pay and benefits were considered decent among the lower and middle classes of Odyssey Planet.

Especially for someone at Jared’s supervisory level, it was rare to see him this troubled.

Jared snapped back to reality. Looking at the concern and curiosity on their faces, he opened his moul then swallowed the words that almost came out.

He couldn’t tell the truth. He couldn’t tell them that a few days ago, potatoes recovered from Planet AO had reduced his son’s mental power damage level to five percent.

If it could be reduced to three percent, his son would qualify for A–level mech pilot selection.

But the miraculous potatoes had all been eaten, and his son’s mental damage stubbornly remained at fi

percent.

Jared believed it was simply because his son had not eaten enough. As long as he could accumulate a sufficient amount, the damage would surely drop to three percent.

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