The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305 It’s Real!

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After saying that, Cesar did not spare another glance at his son’s pale face or the tears in his wife’s and daughter’s eyes. He headed to the study, quickly arranging the schedule and dispatching the family’s most elite escort spaceships.

Only Zachary remained in the living room, his cheek swollen and his eyes hollow. Serefia sobbed quietly. while Xyla stood frozen in shock.

Even though they could not get in touch with Elizabeth to obtain permission to enter the farm, the astonishing oasis shown in the video and the overwhelming temptation of mental power healing were too much to resist. One by one, powerful families with interstellar travel capabilities made their move, launching their private spaceships.

Their goal was clear. Find the farm, see it with their own eyes, and secure the products at any cost. If possible, establish direct contact with that place.

Planet A001 was a discarded garbage planet. Its public navigation beacons had long since failed, and the available star charts were outdated and incomplete.

However, that wasn’t an obstacle for the wealthy and powerful.

They first contacted a garbage recycling station and obtained the coordinates of the recycling facility on Planet A001.

Using that as their center point, they activated the high-precision environmental scanners and life- detection systems aboard their ships, sweeping the surrounding area in a wide search.

At first, all they found was desolation and silence.

Then, as the search radius expanded, anomalies began to appear. Large clusters of evenly distributed life signals. Unusual gradients of temperature and humidity. Radiation and pollution levels far below the planetary average were shown.

“We found it. Southeast direction!”.

“Life signals are incredibly active. The coverage area video!”

Dammit, it’s even larger than what we saw in the

“These environmental readings… No way! This looks like an ecological zone on a habitable planet!”

One after another, private spaceships with distinct paintwork that reflected their owners’ status adjusted their course. Like a swarm of bees drawn to nectar, they sped toward the emerald oasis that gleamed against the gray wasteland.

When they finally looked down upon the farm from above, even those who had prepared themselves were left speechless.

Stretching across the land were neatly arranged fields of green, dotted with fruits of various colors. The contrast with the barren surroundings was almost shocking.

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Chapter 305 It’s Real!

Even through the hulls of their ships, it felt as if the air carried a surge of vibrant life.

The spaceships landed one after another on relatively flat ground at the outskirts of the farm, kicking u clouds of dust.

Hatches opened in haste. Well-dressed young men and women, most of them in their twenties or early thirties, stepped out quickly, surrounded by bodyguards or attendants.

Their faces were filled with curiosity, excitement, greed, and the unmistakable arrogance of privilege.

“Wow! It’s real. It’s actually real! This is insane!”

“Look over there! Apple trees and strawberry fields. The video is real!”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go in!”.

No one knew who started it, but the group, stirred into a frenzy by what they saw, began rushing toward the interior of the farm, toward the boundary marked by low fences.

Their eyes were fixed on the tempting fruits and the legendary miracle.

They didn’t even think about manners or asking for permission.

“Stop right there. This is private property. Entry without permission is forbidden.”

A loud, commanding voice rang out, carrying the cold, rigid edge of a soldier.

Desmond, along with Melton, Skylar, and several security personnel, appeared without warning, blocking the path of the overly excited visitors.

They were few in number, barely more than a dozen, but every one of them stood straight with sharp eyes.

Their presence radiated the fierce courage of someone forged in real battle, instantly suppressing much of the chaotic excitement.

Those at the front instinctively halted, unsettled by the sudden obstruction and the imposing presence of Desmond and his team.

Still, there were always those who thought too highly of themselves and were used to getting their way.

A young man in the latest limited-edition flight jacket, his hair dyed silver and his expression full of defiance, let out a mocking laugh. He quickened his pace instead of stopping and tried to push past Desmond. His words were crude and dismissive. “Private property? What a joke. We’re customers. Customers are kings, understand? Is this how your boss treats us? Move aside. Don’t block my way.”

His name was Maddox Zimmer. His family held considerable power in the energy sector, a typical nouveau riche. He was flashy by nature and hated anyone denying him.

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