Chapter 62

Chapter 62: ke li nuo grasslands

In the end, Ling Mo only wanted what other people didn’t want.

The lion beastman replied quickly and even opened access for her. Everything inside, she could take.

The approval was all she needed. Ling Mo’s mood brightened instantly, and while everyone else stayed busy, she slipped toward the storerooms.

By the time Jiang Xin and Ye Kai noticed, she was already gone.

She opened the first storeroom and stepped inside. As the door closed behind her, the overhead lights flicked on.

A square metal crate sat directly in her path, about thigh-high.

The entire room was packed with crates like it—stacked so tightly she couldn’t even squeeze forward.

Dust coated the surfaces. These had been stored here for a long time.

With the door closed behind her and a wall of crates in front of her, Ling Mo could barely turn around. If she wanted to go deeper, she’d have to clear a path.

For her, that was easy.

She moved the crates from the front, only to find more of the exact same crates behind them—dense, orderly, endless.

So many crates made her curious about what they contained.

She inspected one and spotted a string of codes on the side.

“Qie Man,” she murmured, “what are these codes?”

“These are the Beastman Group’s fifth-generation external exoskeleton armor,” Qie Man replied. “They’ve developed external exoskeleton armor up to the tenth generation now, so these are obsolete.”

Ling Mo barely heard the last part. All she registered was external exoskeleton armor.

Fifth generation, tenth generation—she didn’t care.

These were far more valuable than food.

She pushed her mental power to its limit and collected the external exoskeleton armor as fast as she could. This was only the first storeroom. There were more.

By the time she cleared it out, her mental power was running thin.

The crates weren’t large, but they were heavy.

Only then did she realize the storeroom’s size—easily five or six hundred square meters.

She hoped the next rooms were just as big. Bigger would be even better.

After resting for ten minutes, she opened the next storeroom, stepped inside, and shut the door.

The lights came on—and the contents were completely different.

Not external exoskeleton armor.

If the fifth generation was obsolete, she’d assumed the sixth and seventh would be too. Apparently, she’d been naive.

The dust here was thicker than before, suggesting these items were even older.

They were still boxed up, but the boxes looked cheaper, almost careless.

She wiped dust from the lid of one and opened it. Inside were palm-sized little discs, shaped almost like toy yo-yos.

Ling Mo picked one up. “Qie Man, what is this?”

“Scan result: a first-generation pocket space disc,” Qie Man said. “It holds only one square meter and has limited uses. After roughly fifty uses, it breaks.”

Ling Mo took back every dismissive thought she’d had. This storeroom was no less valuable than the one full of external exoskeleton armor.

She found second- and third-generation pocket space discs too.

The moment she stored them in her pocket space, the room suddenly felt enormous—an entire section cleared out at once.

“Qie Man,” Ling Mo asked, “don’t tell me these pocket space discs were also developed by the Beastman Group.”

“Yes. They only reached the third generation. Because of technical issues they couldn’t break through, they sold the patent to Nebula Group. The pocket space discs used across interstellar now are produced by them.”

“How big can a pocket space get?”

“Nebula Group offers private customization. As long as you have the money, it can be as large as you want.”

Ling Mo went quiet for a moment, then kept moving.

As she checked the rest of the room, she realized it was filled with outdated interstellar products—discarded by the march of progress.

This Beastman Group really did touch everything.

“First-generation constant-temperature suit,” Qie Man explained when she paused. “It can keep the wearer’s body temperature stable in extreme conditions from seventy degrees above zero to seventy degrees below zero. It must be used with a temperature-control helmet.”

At first, Ling Mo still had the patience to ask questions. But the longer she stayed inside, the more time pressed in on her. Eventually she stopped asking and started sweeping—boxes, gear, everything—straight into her pocket space without even checking.

The third and fourth storerooms were everyday clutter: unfinished nutrient solution, energy bars, child toys, old magazines, clothes that didn’t fit, and piles of odds and ends.

When Ling Mo returned to the living room, the lion beastman had just come back as well. He looked around at his spotless home and nodded in satisfaction.

After a quick inspection, he said, “Not bad.”

With a wave of his hand, a robot walked out. “These are your rewards.”

A middle-aged man immediately pointed at Ling Mo. “Honored Lord Lion! She didn’t work at all. She doesn’t deserve your reward.”

The lion beastman looked at Ling Mo. “What is he saying?”

Ling Mo didn’t so much as blink. “He says he doesn’t work for rewards, and that offering him one would be an insult.”

The lion beastman’s eyes widened. “There are people like that in this world?”

“Of course,” Ling Mo said smoothly. “The world is big. You see all kinds.”

The lion beastman nodded, impressed. “I see. In that case, I shouldn’t stain his noble character. Give his reward to you instead. And what else do you want? You helped me clear out trash that’s been piling up for years. You’ve earned it.”

“Thank you.” Ling Mo kept her tone modest. “If possible, I’d like a weapon for self-defense.”

The lion beastman’s gaze flicked over her slight frame. “You do need one. You’re too small. A body like yours is dangerous on ke li nuo grasslands.”

The other players couldn’t understand a word of interstellar, but they could see Ling Mo and the lion beastman speaking warmly. The man who’d tried to tattle looked like he’d swallowed poison.