The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483 Heartache

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Chapter 483 Heartache

Clara looked at Elizabeth, then at the thousands of Crackshell Crabs that had chased them for three straight days.

These things almost killed me

And you’re calling them little crabs?

“No problem,” she said weakly.

Elizabeth held out a hand. “Can you walk?”

Clara tried moving her legs. They were still there, but she had almost no strength left in them.

Grinding her teeth, she pushed herself against the tree trunk and tried to stand, but her body swayed dangerously, and she nearly collapsed again.

Elizabeth reacted quickly and grabbed her arm to steady her.

“Easy there. Don’t rush.” Her tone sounded like she was comforting a child learning how to walk.

Half leaning against Elizabeth, Clara limped toward the giant pipe.

Only after getting closer did she realize how huge the device really was.

It was even larger than it had looked from a distance.

The entrance was shaped like a giant trumpet, nearly 20 feet wide enough for five or six Crackshell Crabs to walk in side by side.

The inner walls were perfectly smooth and glowed with a cold silver light. As the crabs crawled inside, their shells scraped softly against the metal surface, making faint rustling sounds like sand sliding across glass.

The farther inward the funnel went, the narrower it became, until it finally shrank into a circular exit less than three feet wide, connected to a square metal container.

The surface of the container was covered with blinking indicator lights, and now and then it let out a low humming sound.

On one side was a small display screen with numbers rapidly increasing.

Clara glanced at it and realized the number had already reached four digits.

“This is…” she couldn’t help asking.

Elizabeth answered casually, “A giant storage button. Every crab that goes through the pipe gets stored inside.”

Clara froze.

She had seen storage buttons before. But those were tiny personal devices, barely bigger than a palm. Most could only hold some clothes and a few guns before filling up.

The metal container in front of her, though, was the size of a refrigerator. The storage space inside had to be enormous.

Seeing the confusion on Clara’s face, Elizabeth smiled. “This one’s custom-made by our farm. You can’t buy it anywhere on the

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Clara stopped asking questions

Leaning against the support frame beside the pipe, she quietly watched the Crackshell Crab me up one after another and obediently crawl inside.

It was hard to believe these were the same monsters that had hunted them for three days.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth crouched excitedly near the entrance, staring at the crabs like treasure. “This one’s fat. That one’s fat too. Wow, this one’s even bigger. No matter how you cook it, it should taste amazing…”

Listening to her muttering, Clara suddenly felt dazed.

At that moment, someone crouching behind the device suddenly lifted his head. He had probably heard the noise and instinctively looked over.

He wore the same light green work uniform as Elizabeth and the others. His hair was slightly long, covering half his face.

He casually brushed it back, revealing a thin and somewhat worn-looking face.

The moment their eyes met, both of them froze.

Clara knew that face too well.

She had seen it even in her dreams.

That face had smiled at her, yelled at her, gotten drunk in front of her, and even bled beside her.

That face had once turned back after a mission and asked her to leave with him.

That face had once been swallowed by an explosion during a mission and never appeared again.

And now, that same face stood here completely unharmed.

“Tyson?” Clara’s voice trembled.

The man crouching on the ground froze too.

His eyes widened. His mouth fell slightly open. The tool in his hand nearly dropped to the floor.

He stared at Clara for a few seconds before suddenly jumping to his feet.

“Clara?”

Their voices overlapped inside the narrow space, echoing loudly like an explosion.

Elizabeth jumped in surprise before looking back and forth between them. Then her eyes instantly lit up.

“You two know each other?” she asked excitedly, looking ready for gossip.

Tyson nodded, his voice a little hoarse. “We used to be in the same mercenary team.”

Before he could finish speaking, tears were already streaming down Clara’s face.

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