The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541 Seafarm Group’s Worst Nightmare

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Elizabeth looked at the five faces in the hologram. Every one of them was filled with anxiety, confusion, and disbelief. She suddenly burst out with laughter.

She suddenly recalled something important and slapped her forehead in realization.

“Oh! Right, I almost forgot!” Elizabeth said with a bright smile. She looked a little apologetic, but also secretly proud. “The last time you guys came back, you only stayed at the farm for a few days before leaving on another mission. You never got to see what changed here afterward.”

She cleared her throat. Her voice turned cheerful, like someone about to reveal a huge secret.

“And why would you assume the eggs we’re selling next week are from wild chickens caught out on the wasteland planet?”

Desmond and the others were puzzled.

Elizabeth watched how baffled they seemed. Her smile grew wider as she slowly revealed the answer, one clear word at a time.

“The eggs we’re selling come from the Cluckoo Chickens we raise on our own farm!”

Boom!

The words hit them like a bomb.

The… farm–raised… Cluckoo Chicken had laid eggs?!

Whether it was Desmond, the former war commander, or the other mercenaries seasoned by years of deadly battles against mutant creatures, they were all completely frozen in shock. Every single one of them had turned into a statue.

Their eyes widened. Their mouths slowly fell open. Their faces/looked like they had forgotten who they were and what universe they were standing in.

Felix’s pad slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a smack.

Olivia’s exosuit made a clicking noise, like one of the joints had stopped working from pure shock.

Clara covered her mouth in shock.

Even Rocket and the others, men who had seen all kinds of madness in the galaxy, had twitching muscles on their rough faces. It sounded like the biggest joke in the universe. But somehow, they felt it might actually be true.

Desmond stopped breathing for a second.

He stared hard at Elizabeth’s smiling face inside the hologram. His brain raced wildly, trying to understand something that completely shattered everything he knew about the interstellar world.

“B–boss…” Desmond’s voice sounded dry and shaky. “Did you just say… farming? Cluckoo Chickens? Those mutant birds with metal–like feathers? The ones whose claws can tear through light armor? The ones whose screams can shatter glass? The ones that go berserk and even explode if they leave high–radiation zones for more than 72 hours?” He swallowed hard. “You can… raise them? And they can… lay eggs?!”

Every word was filled with disbelief.

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Chapter 541 Seafarm Group’s Worst Nightmare

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Whenever they came to the wasteland planet for missions, whether hunting Cluckoo Chickens or Crackshell Crabs, they always assumed the creatures were meant to be caught and eaten.

No one had ever imagined they could actually be farmed.

Elizabeth looked at their speechless faces and smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescents. She nodded hard “Yep! That’s right! We’ve raised them really well! The little ones in the coop are super obedient now. They lay lots and lots of big eggs every single day!

“Besides the Cluckoo Chickens, we’ve started raising Crackshell Crabs too. They’ve already started producing baby crabs. Soon, we’ll be able to sell crab meat as well.”

Inside the transport shuttle, silence filled the cabin.

Only the low hum of the engines remained, along with Elizabeth’s cheerful voice echoing through the communication channel.

Outside the windows, the sandstorms of the wasteland planet still roared. But the team’s worldview had been completely rebuilt by the image of obedient, egg–laying Cluckoo Chickens and well–behaved breeding Crackshell Crabs at Tycoon Farm.

Compared to this unbelievable reality, Seafarm Group’s unstoppable financial blockade suddenly seemed ridiculous and powerless.

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