The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 556

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Chapter 556 Raising the Monsters of the Waste Planet

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Outside of ancient books and the virtual restoration models inside the museum, nobody had ever really seen them before.

“You actually breed them?” Zaylee’s voice jumped in surprise, almost like an excited child. “Eliza, you really managed to breed Cluckoo Chickens?”

Before Elizabeth could answer, Zaylee quickly added, “And you even raised Crackshell Crabs?”

Of course, Zaylee knew exactly what Crackshell Crabs were.

When she was younger, she had once visited a virtual exhibit at the museum about creatures from Ancient Earth.

The Crackshell Crabs crawled slowly through the shallow reefs close to the shore in the footage. Their huge blue–gray claws waved proudly in the water. They looked like ancient warriors wearing heavy armor.

Back in the Ancient Earth era, they had been one of the most expensive seafood dishes along the coast. Their meat was sweet and tender, and the rich golden crab roe was considered a delicacy worth a fortune.

People once traveled across entire countries and spent huge amounts of money just to taste them.

But the calm and elegant creatures shown in those old recordings were long gone.

Evolution never stopped, especially after humanity abandoned much of the planet and the ecosystem collapsed.

Under genetic mutation and harsh environmental changes, Crackshell Crabs evolved down a completely different path.

They grew larger. Their shells became thicker. Their tempers became far more violent.

The giant claws that once helped them defend themselves and hunt for food had turned into deadly weapons powerful enough to

crush human bones.

In the kingdom’s official waste planet danger registry, Crackshell Crabs were listed as high–risk creatures.

as Dune Scorpions and Icefield Lizards. Ordinary people were forbidden from appreaching They were placed in the same category them without professional gear and armed protection.

Over the years, several bold hunting squads had entered the remote coastal regions of waste planets, beping to capture Crackshell Crabs and make a fortune.

The endings were usually ugly.

The lucky ones lost equipment and barely escaped alive.

The unlucky ones vanished completely before they could even send out a distress signal.

Zaylee had personally seen an internal report from a border patrol team once. Attached to it was a blurry image from the scene.

Three deep claw marks had been carved straight through the metal door of an armored transport truck.

The report included only one short note: Suspected Crackshell Crab attack.

A creature this violent was already deadly enough in the wild. Farming them was considered impossible.

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Chapter 556 Raising the Monsters of the Waste Planet

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Experts from the Kingdom Bio–Research Institute had publicly stated many times that aggressive mutant species like Crackshell Crabs could never be raised steadily in artificial environments.

The reason was simple. Their instincts were too violent, and their territorial behavior was too strong. In small enclosed waters, they stayed under constant stress. At best, they would stop eating and hurt themselves. At worst, they would kill each other.

Even the kingdom’s most advanced ecological simulation labs could only keep individual specimens alive for short periods of time. Nobody had ever successfully bred Crackshell Crabs in captivity.

So when Elizabeth casually mentioned over the holographic call that the Crackshell Crabs had recently started producing offspring. Zaylee’s mind went blank for a second.

“We raised them successfully,” Elizabeth said with a nod. The smile in her eyes shimmered like sunlight on water, impossible to hide. “The Cluckoo Chickens have been laying eggs steadily for almost two weeks now. The Crackshell Crabs started breeding recently too. Honestly, they adapted much faster than I expected.” She laughed softly. “I thought it would take at least two or three months before they entered breeding season. But the first few pairs we placed into the pools started mating in less than six weeks. The numbers are still small, so we can’t sell them yet. I just had people send over a fresh batch for you all to try first. If you like them, I’ll send more later.”

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