Apocalyptic Beastworld: A Farming Space Dimension to Another World-Chapter 105: No More Daily Quota

The ghostly woman practically spammed him.

However, Xie Ziyuan still patiently read all her messages one by one. Even if each letter only contained one sentence.

His lips twitched and he harrumphed coldly, but there was no annoyance or impatience at all in his eyes.

"Are there no more limits for daily messages?" He asked her.

Su Yining was stunned. How come Yuanyuan is aware of the daily limit? Is this something set by the developer too? She was a little confused.

Has AI developed to this terrifying degree? They are aware of themselves and start to possess consciousness?

"Yuanyuan is so smart. Are you aware of the daily limit too?" She sighed and chose not to think too much.

Honestly, after the cat distribution system sent her such a strange cat like Xiao Lei, her mental fortitude in accepting weird things have increased greatly.

A storm was brimming in Xie Ziyuan’s eyes. Since this ghostly woman could even accept that demonic cat, will she leave once she finds out that the game is actually a reality in another world?

Even he wasn’t so sure...

What would happen to the base if she stopped playing? Will this place be gone? There were simply too many questions in his heart.

"I am aware of it," Xie Ziyuan replied.

Su Yining let out a deep breath, smiling as she rubbed Xiao Lei’s soft fur. The little kitten was acting so clingy, occasionally sniffing her and licking her skin.

"Yeah, now there are no more daily limits. We can chat as much as we want." She added a smiling emoji. "Are you happy about this? I have tried to send as many messages as possible and it really worked~"

Her mood was clearly better after she determined Xiao Lei was fine. After Su Jinghe left, it even had another huge bowl of cat food. On top of that, she now could chat with her Yuanyuan more.

Xie Ziyuan didn’t answer. Instead, he began to analyze her words a little. She seemed a bit suspicious... only a little, but a seed of doubt definitely was planted in her heart.

"How’s Xiao Lei doing now?" He asked.

Su Yining blinked. "Xiao Lei feels better now. It has been eating a lot. Maybe it was just hungry."

She was pretty convinced of her last sentence. Xiao Lei became more energetic after it finished its food, as if it wasn’t the little kitten who vomited and lost its consciousness a few hours ago.

The two chatted more until she decided it was time to rest. After all, it had been an exhausting day.

"Stay away from any rotting animals. They are full of bacteria," Xie Ziyuan reminded her before they ended the chat.

He was full of frowns once she logged out of the game. In the dark night, he ended up hunting a few fourth-order fierce beasts, even needing one apple to calm himself down.

In his heart, he hoped things on her side wouldn’t develop in the bad direction like this world. Perhaps, he was just overthinking it.

The skin of fourth-order fierce beasts were quite powerful, but it wasn’t easy to cut them. As such, Xie Ziyuan ended up bringing them to Old Wang’s shop the next day.

The base had no one who could handle them for now.

Duan Heng looked at the pile of fierce beast skins on the table, his heart stirred. Xie Ziyuan had just left after he dropped the items to them.

He couldn’t help but run his hands through its surface. Some had thin fur covering it.

Old Wang glanced at him. "Why don’t you try to start doing your craftsmanship again lately?"

Duan Heng smiled wryly. "What if I start destroying things again? Wouldn’t Master Xie kick me out? We already have nice shelter and food delivery once a while... Old Wang, don’t tell me you want me to sleep on the street again?"

The pangolin beastman rolled his eyes. "I can let you sleep on a hole I had dug up, how about it?"

"You are so ruthless!" Duan Heng sent him a resentful look.

Old Wang was silent for a moment. "You broke those items because you used too much strength, didn’t you?" he paused. "Why don’t you just Master Xie? These items aren’t cheap goods like you people have in that crappy craftsman store."

The bighorn sheep beastman sighed. He went over to pat Old Wang’s shoulder. "Let’s just not talk about it, Old Wang. I quite enjoy our current life too."

Old Wang snorted. "Suit you."

"I hope I bring more customers again today." Duan Heng scratched the back of his head, sighing softly. "When are you going to open the store, Old Wang?"

"Wait until a beastman from the base comes. If it’s just the two of us, I am afraid something might happen again. This time, there are too many high-level items," Old Wang said solemnly as he stared at the various fourth-order fierce beasts’ body parts.

He glanced at his other room. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Inside there, various bottles of salt were neatly arranged. In the apocalypse, even seasoning as basic as salt became more scarce.

It wasn’t that there were no salt mines anymore, but the transport method became harder. Teleportation arrays did exist, and the transport fee was usually too high.

Normal beastmen wouldn’t be able to cover the cost at all. As such, they usually sold them to merchant groups. Besides the exorbitant price of teleportation arrays, there was also the sky route by bird beastmen, much cheaper yet still unaccessible for most beastmen.

Hence, the merchant beastmen usually monopolize them.

So far, from selling the items at the shop, they only got less than ten bottles.

There was also the problem of clothing.

Cotton was also monopolized by merchant groups and high-ranking beastmen. The method of planting them was only available to a specific group of people, and mostly, it was powerful beastmen with high natural affinity who could grow them.

There were even less than three pieces of clothes in that room, simply too difficult to get.

Many days passed, and unknowingly, a month had gone by after the base’s electric tower was built.

At this time, Zhou Yunhan, who had joined the hunting team, run into trouble.