The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 2

An interstellar device was essentially a fusion of a smartphone and a computer from the 21st century.

But in this highly advanced interstellar era, it could do much more.

Upon initialization, a pale blue holographic screen flickered into existence, hovering right before Elizabeth's eyes.

Name: Elizabeth Schofield

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: Stellar Calendar, September 12, 2005

Address: Sector A1, Planet A001

ID: 45567424243254

Her gaze lingered on the birthdate.

Seriously? What are the odds?

Today was September 12, Stellar Year 2025. The day that should have been the original Elizabeth's 20th birthday had become her day of passing.

Elizabeth offered a silent moment of mourning for the girl she'd never met, then continued scrolling.

Finally, she scrolled to the balance section.

"0 stellar coins."

Perfect.

The last bit of hope died on the spot.

She'd seriously overestimated that scumbag father.

Now it was her turn to mourn her own fate.

Letting out a long, weary sigh, Elizabeth's gaze drifted toward the corpse nearby.

Her eyes lit up. She jogged over, squatted, and started searching the still-warm body.

Her movements were fluid—an art form in their own right.

Looting corpses to amass a fortune was her signature 'rags-to-riches' hustle from her early days in the cultivation world, a traditional craft she'd never lose!

The first thing she noticed was the green wristband device on the man's arm.

She tried activating it to check his balance and transfer funds to her name.

No luck. As expected.

To protect personal assets, the device was programmed to automatically deregister the moment it detected a loss of vital signs.

To claim a deceased person's assets, one needed proof of kinship or an inheritance certificate—and a physical trip to an interstellar bank to process it in person.

Elizabeth wasn't discouraged at all. She calmly removed his wristband.

Even a secondhand, entry-level device could still fetch around 500 stellar coins.

Next, she pulled a bright red, teardrop-shaped pendant from around his neck.

She held it in her hand and sensed it.

Well, well! A storage button!

She swept her mental power inside. It was about 350 cubic feet inside.

It couldn't compare to her old pocket dimension that could swallow a mountain, but space was still space.

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled. She wasn't picky.

Not bad. Aside from a pile of assorted scrap metal, there were also three liquid supplements inside.

Those metals were clearly scavenged from trash heaps and could be taken to a recycling station for some stellar coins.

Even that small pile would probably be worth at least a few dozen coins.

And those three liquid supplements?

Even the bottom-shelf stuff went for 50 stellar coins each.

One tube could keep someone alive for a day. It was extremely cost-effective for the poor.

In the interstellar era, edible resources were incredibly scarce and expensive. Liquid supplements had long become a basic survival necessity for most people.

The original Elizabeth hadn't eaten anything for three days and was starving.

Ugh! It's fishy and gummy.

Hmm? What are these pitch-black stones?

As she felt that spiritual power circulate through her body, a slow smile spread across Elizabeth's face.

Then, she just planted her hands on her hips and erupted into a fit of wild laughter.

Hahaha! Heaven never seals every path!

An energy stone with spiritual energy was essentially a spiritual stone from the cultivation world.

With spiritual stones, who cared about this barren trash planet where nothing could grow? Even in a soil-less, endless ocean, she could still grow a lush green oasis!

With that newfound confidence, Elizabeth's worries were gone.

She brushed the grime off her clothes and stood up, heading for the planet's sole trading hub—the garbage recycling station—to pocket some stellar coins first.

As the saying goes, money in hand, peace in mind.

With coins, she could buy seeds and energy stones to start farming.

Once the profits started rolling in, she'd buy even more seeds, more energy stones, and make even more money.

She was so caught up in her dreams of endless farmland and massive income, completely unaware that the device on her wrist was flashing a bright red warning light.

Message after message quietly popped up on the holographic screen.

"Congratulations, Ms. Elizabeth, on reaching the age of 20. The Elpharion Kingdom Genetic Registry will now commence genetic matching on your behalf! — Elpharion Kingdom Genetic Information Management Center.

"Genetic matching in progress. Please stand by!

"Genetic matching complete! Screening in progress. Please stand by!

"Congratulations, Ms. Elizabeth. Kingdom Genetic Registry has identified your optimal genetic match. Please confirm within 12 hours. No response will be treated as automatic acceptance."

Almost at the same time, a breaking topic exploded across the Starnet. "Perfect Genetic Match—Cristian Hewitt & Elizabeth Schofield."

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Elpharion Kingdom, Centria Planet. Sky Island No. 2, Hewitt Castle.

"We owe the rapid containment of the Swarmborn to Cristian's bold move. Smashed the Swarmborn nest with just a small strike team... what a feat!" Oliver Tapia, a general, laughed as he slapped the table. "Commander Hewitt, you've raised a natural-born commander!"

Jacob Quimby, the chief of staff, lifted his glass and nodded. "SSS-level mental power is simply unparalleled. The footage of him holding off three Swarmborn Kings alone in a single mech is already being used as a textbook case at the First Military Academy."