If Sean Chandler followed her around like a shadow inside the safe zone, it would look strange and draw suspicion.
"Sean Chandler," Seraphina said, her tone calm.
"You can’t just hover around me all the time in the safe zone. Is there anything you want to do, or anything you’re interested in?"
Sean Chandler thought about it for a moment, then shook his head and replied.
"I don’t really have anything specific I want to do. If possible, I could use some of the extra supplies we’ve collected to set up a stall in the Player trading area."
"On one hand, we could get rid of things we don’t need and trade for resources we do. On the other, I could use the opportunity to interact with more Players and gather information about different dungeons. It should help us understand the game’s trends and prepare in advance."
Seraphina nodded, thinking it was a good idea.
It was clear Sean Chandler had the same idea she did.
"Yes, that’s a great idea. That way, you can build your own social circle and make some connections. But be careful and stay vigilant."
Just then, the ten-minute upgrade timer was up.
[DING! Scavenger’s Farm upgrade complete! The Space has been reopened!]
Seraphina’s spirits lifted.
She immediately entered the brand-new farm Space.
The moment she entered,
she saw Flora directing Chubbs and Tubbs, while Moe directed the other Silenti.
They were dragging the corpses of the "night monsters" toward the newly expanded area at the edge of the Space.
The once-cramped Space was now wide open, its area more than doubled in size!
The newly expanded farming and breeding grounds gave off a fertile Aura, waiting to be sown and cultivated.
Flora, who was always in charge of "managing" the Space, immediately swayed its vines.
"Master! You’re here! The Space suddenly got a lot bigger! We moved these ’foods’ over to that empty area!"
It gestured toward the huge night monster corpses that had been dragged to the edge of the new zone.
Seraphina followed its gesture and nodded.
Those night monster corpses, which were delicious "food" to Flora, were now giving Seraphina a headache.
Looking at the mountain of grotesque corpses, a practical problem surfaced in her mind.
Although her Scavenger’s Farm Space was convenient, it didn’t have the ability to stop time or preserve things forever.
The large amount of pork she had brought back from the Animal Slaughterhouse dungeon would have spoiled and rotted long ago if she hadn’t noticed and processed it in time.
If it had spoiled, all her hard work hoarding it would have been for nothing.
Later, whenever she had a free moment, Seraphina had quickly processed the pork into long-lasting cured meat and jerky.
But now there was a problem.
What was she to do with this considerable number of night monster corpses?
’Should I follow the same recipe and make... night monster jerky?’
Seraphina’s gaze fell upon the corpse of a night rat—with its pitch-black fur, gnarled muscles, and ferocious features—and her stomach churned.
’...I just can’t do it!’
she wailed internally, an expression of utter revulsion on her face.
’Why did I, on a whim, hoard all these bizarre-looking corpses in here?’
’Thinking back on it, it was probably the [Food God’s Gourmet Atlas]’s fault!’
The moment she saw it indicated that these monster materials could be used to create food with special Effects, her damnable hoarding habit and "what if I need it later" mentality had completely taken over.


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