Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 688: Talk between animals.

After an hour, Sunshine had six circles humming with soft blue light and three empty cups of tea. Savini returned, and they went out to the main barn. They placed the devices in the corners of the roof beams.

Suddenly, the air was filled with voices.

"...and then I told him, I’m not moving until I get a salt lick!"

"Is it yellow grass day? I feel like today is yellow grass day."

"Can we eat something else? What happened to red grass or the green one?"

"My left hoof itches! I keep lifting it and making scratching gestures, but these slaves don’t understand. When I get a chance, I am going to kick one of them."

Sunshine twisted her lips. Was this what it was like eavesdropping on the conversations between animals? It was unique, funny and eye opening.

Savini’s face transformed into a huge beam of joy. "Oh, thank the stars! They’re just complaining about itches and lunch. I can handle that!" She turned to Sunshine. "I was worried because some of them have not been eating but showed no signs of sickness. You’re a lifesaver, truly. I will make the payment right away."

Savini looked at a mountain of boxes in the corner. "My son... he’s so extravagant. Instead of fixing these, he just buys a new batch every month. Now I’m stuck with all these ’broken’ ones. They’re just clutter and they will sit here collecting dust."

Sunshine’s brows lifted. An idea sparked. "You have no use for the broken ones?"

"None at all," Savini said. "I was going to leave them in the storage."

"I’ll buy them," Sunshine said firmly. "Name a price for each."

Savini blinked, taken aback. "Are you serious, dear? Most of them are smashed or fried. You can buy new ones that actually work."

Sunshine nodded, a small smile on her face. With her system, ’smashed and fried’ just meant ’twenty minutes of work.’ "I am a repairman. One man’s trash is another man’s gold mine to us."

Savini waved her hand dismissively. "Have at it, take whatever you like. Just pay me what you think they are worth."

Sunshine spent the next hour sorting through the boxes. With her system’s guidance, she picked out nearly fifty units that were salvageable. She paid Savini a fair price_ which the older female tried to refuse but eventually accepted with a hug.

"I will be back to buy some livestock." Sunshine promised.

Savini’s wide lips widened further. Her lips seemed to touch her earlobes. "I will be waiting."

As Sunshine teleported back to Earth, she looked at her heavy bag of translators. She couldn’t wait to see if they could be used on the watchers.

No sooner had she materialized in her space when the system chimed, updating her statics.

Repairman: [Sunshine Raine]

Points: [22,511,000]

Gender: [Female]

Planet: [Private]

Level: 6[4500/5000]

Class: [Expert]

Repair success rate: [88%]

Expertise: [Ice stitching, light moon, robot legs, weapons, all household appliances, Emotion engines, gravity regulators, Cultural Atmospheric Generators.]

Favorite tool: [Hammer]

Weakness: [Cost conscious occasionally.]

Speed: [Fast]

Intelligence: [93/100]

Worlds visited: [7]

Sunshine was not surprised that her statistics were good because her repair tools and workers in the base had been working hard. She had also been doing repairs in her free time. She wiped a smudge of grease off her forehead, leaving a dark streak on her face.

She leaned forward on her workbench, admiring the row of broken animal translators. Looking at stats, the satisfaction of a job well done pushed back the heavy cloud of worry in her chest.

She stayed in the space for a while, the quiet hum of machinery acting like a lullaby for her frayed nerves. When she was finally done repairing them, she met up with Nine in her space.

Nine looked like he’d been sent to repair something in a chaotic market. His antennae were messy and smelled of tomato juice. His eyes were bloodshot. Cabbage leaves were stuck to his stomach. He looked at her and slumped into a chair.

"You look like crap." Sunshine said.

Nine let out a loud sigh. "Sunshine, I’ve read all the books. I’ve done all the research. I’ve combed through every digital archive at the headquarters but..." He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I found nothing about repairing rifts in the sky."

Sunshine felt a cold knot tighten in her stomach. "I am not surprised because information like that would never be left out randomly."

"This is not good," Nine sighed. "I think we need help. Real help. I can no longer reach Wilbert. There was a fire where his house used to be moments after we left.....I think that traitor run off to some other place. We should ask Vortan."

Sunshine hesitated. Vortan was... a lot. He was knowledgeable being that he was on the master level, sure, but he had the personality of a grumpy cactus. However, in comparison to what was at risk, better him than nothing. "Fine, it can never hurt to try," she whispered. "Call him."

They reached out, and moments later, Vortan arrived. He stepped into Sunshine’s space with his usual air of self-importance, but the words he was about to say died in his throat. His face brightened with pure, unadulterated shock.

"Is this your system space." Vortan asked, it looked like a high-tech warehouse that had exploded into a food museum. "By the stars," Vortan breathed, his eyes darting around. He didn’t even look at Sunshine or Nine. He moved toward the far wall, drawn like a moth to a flame toward the shelves.

He gave himself a tour, riding on a bicycle because the pace was very big. When he reached the armory, he stopped in front of a long, jagged blade that seemed to pulse with an eerie, silvery light.

"Is this..." Vortan’s voice went up an octave. "Is this the Lunar Slasher?"

Sunshine blinked. She’d been using that thing to pry open stuck crates for a week.

[ Lunar Slasher.

Grade weapon: Ancient.]

"Uh, yeah," Sunshine said, feeling a bit silly. "I think that it is."

Vortan reached out a trembling hand but didn’t dare touch it. "Sunshine, do you have any idea what this is? This weapon was used in the Intergalactic wars years ago. It’s a relic of pure destruction." He looked at the other racks. "And this? The Void-Piercer? The Shield of Egis?" He turned to her, his serious look completely gone, replaced by frantic curiosity. "These weapons are so old and extremely powerful once upon a time... they go back hundreds, maybe thousands of years.

Even now, they are not at their peak, but they still wield significant power. How did you collect all this?"