The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 She Needs Meat

And what about milk? What about my fluffy eggs?

No

Absolutely not!

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.

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

he craving struck, and Elizabeth snatched up her device, logging into Starnet to search for information about livestock, quaculture, 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 un exploring new planets, fighting cost threats, and bula technology instead of trying to revive risky, time–consuming, and supposedly unnecessary animat tarming

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

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

That brought another problem.

Wild animals that survived those harsh worlds built up all kinds of toxins and unstable energy m

someone or wreck their mental power. They were too dangerous to rat

Every now

leaner animal, but the price was sky light, and

Does this mean I’d never eat meat again?

Elizabeth slumped in herchair, Vision blurring. Her entire dream of a culinary paradise felt like it had lost its foundation. Sh 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

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 planes and handpick the best livestock for her rand

Everything depended on the private shipping lane.

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

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

minutes, all three arrived as quickly as possible.

e 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?”

Melton took over with a sigh. “We contacted at least fifty people. We laid out the pay, the ranch’s future, and all the benefits you promised. But the second they heard it was Planet A001, almost everyone refused to listen to anything else.”

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