The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 Unexpected Issues

He could almost see it already-far out in the dark, unseen corners of the stars, a massive tide of Swarmborn had been carefully “guided.” Quietly, they were changing course, surging toward a planet tha flickered with an unnatural green glow.

Co

his

d to the cold, tense atmosphere full of schemes and violence in the Fifth Military, Trevor’s

ce in the First Military felt much more relaxed.

n’t sitting behind his wide desk. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back in front of a ar map.

e Kingdom’s territory, known Swarmborn zones, military defense lines, and resource planets all as countless dots and lines. Together, they formed a grand and complex picture.

eyes stayed fixed on one place-Planet A001. His brow tightened.

From what he knew of Roman, the man never let things go. He was ruthless, prideful, and always paid back any grudge.

When Elizabeth publicly blacklisted the entire Fifth Military, it wasn’t just a blow to a few nobodies like Julian. It was a slap across Roman’s face-and the whole Fifth Military.

Normally, even if Roman feared the Hewitt family and the First Military, he would never stay quiet. He would at least apply pressure somewhere else or let his people stir up trouble behind the scenes.

But the intel Trevor had placed around the Fifth Military told a different story. They had been quiet.

No revenge. No pressure on the farm or its partners. Not even small moves.

Even those spoiled rich kids who loved causing trouble had been strictly held back by their families. They were banned from posting anything provocative on StarNet or causing scenes in public. They weren’t even allowed to go near Planet A001.

This kind of silence didn’t reassure Trevor. It made him more alert.

Something was wrong.

Roman wasn’t the type to swallow his anger.

And when things looked calm on the surface, it usually meant something far more dangerous was brewing

underneath.

Either the Fifth Military was waiting for the right moment to strike…

Or they were planning sous

Either way, it w

“Roman,

n more secret–and more extreme.

farm.

under his breath, his fingers lightly tapping the edge

Chapter 392 Unexpected Issues

of the star map.

He turned and walked back to his desk, opening a highly secured communication channel.

It connected directly to his son-Cristian-who spent most of his time on dangerous missions and was rarely seen.

After a short wait, the call connected.

Cristian appeared on the holographic screen. He seemed to be inside the command deck-or maybe a lounge-of a starship. The lighting was dim.

He wore a sharp silver-gray combat uniform, slightly worn from travel. The stars on his shoulders shone brightly.

His handsome face looked a little cold, with a hint of fatigue from long missions. But his sharp eyes—just like Trevor’s-were clear and focused.

“Dad,” Cristian said. His voice came through the communicator with a slight distortion from long-distance transmission, but it was steady.

“Cristian, how’s the mission going? When will you be done?” Trevor skipped small talk and went straight to the point.

He knew his son didn’t like wasting time during missions.

Cristian paused for a moment. “The main objective is basically complete. But we ran into some unexpected issues. Cleanup and follow-up investigations will take more time. I can’t give an exact return date yet.”

“Unexpected issues?” Trevor caught the key point immediately.

“Yes.” Cristian nodded, his expression turning serious. “While clearing the remaining threats in the target area, we ran into several groups of Swarmborn. Their attack patterns, shell strength, even their energy signatures-none of it matches the standard records. We also saw signs of concentrated mutation that don’t follow natural evolution. It looks guided. I suspect human interference.”

Trevor’s expression darkened. “You’re saying someone is modifying the Swarmborn?”

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