Facing the Flesh Factory Head-On!

Facing the Meat Factory!

Only now did Jing Yi realize that the bloody scene he had witnessed on his first day here had merely been the tip of the iceberg.

Well, it was not that the real base was bloodier—General Chen had deliberately arranged that scene to scare him that day, and it had not even been the actual facility. This place was in fact highly advanced and modern—but the sight, the scale, when all connected together, was truly spectacular!

On the way, Yang Chun explained the situation to the two military dependents who had no idea what was going on.

"Although the military receives substantial fiscal allocations every year, troop numbers have been increasing annually, and the shortfall has only grown larger. The finance department can't hold on anymore, so they simply encouraged each Military District to generate its own income."

Inside the hovercar, Yang Chun spoke with great confidence.

"Considering overall cost-effectiveness, the most reliable option is to raid the Five Planets. They're rich in resources, and anything brought back is valuable. Minerals, giant creatures' horns, bones, shells, secretions, venom glands... they're all excellent materials for making mecha and weapons. Usually, the spoils are processed locally, which largely solves the Military Districts' serious equipment shortages."

At this point, they could already see the enormous building in the distance.

"It also trains the troops. Casualties are unavoidable, but the more a soldier fears death, the more likely he is to die. Once they've seen blood, they all become tougher, and that helps prevent greater losses in the future."

As they spoke, the hovercar stopped. The three of them stepped onto a conveyor belt that carried them automatically inside.

"All of the Military District's 'spoils' undergo initial processing here, so the volume is truly frightening... You'd better prepare yourselves mentally."

Fan Qiao had, after all, spent three years at Military District headquarters. He had never been here, but he had long heard of its reputation. He should have realized that meat of that grade had to come from here. Yet, according to what he knew, the processing base's high-grade meat was extremely expensive and supplied specifically to wealthy elites and political figures. Why, then, had Jing Yi told him that the cost of the meat was not outrageous?

The conveyor belt turned at the third intersection, and they were about to enter District Eleven.

As his ominous premonition was about to come true, Fan Qiao asked in a trembling voice, "That meat... that meat couldn't be..."

Yang Chun turned around, gave him a look of shared misery, and asked, "You've eaten it too?"

Fan Qiao's face turned green.

Jing Xiao Yi, who came from a land where people ate anything and everything, shot them both a disdainful look. What losers! The bugs were so huge that the meat served to them no longer showed its original form. What was there to fuss over? If this were Earth, and they were served a full insect banquet with the bugs intact, wouldn't they be scared enough to crawl under the table?

If he wanted to happily sell bug meat through his Taobao shop, he first had to instill the idea in the Mi Star people that "bug meat is edible, and delicious." Why discriminate against bugs? Just because they were ugly? How shallow!

With his encouragement, perhaps only a small number of novelty-seeking rebels would try it at first, but he believed in the power of good food. As long as there was a single spark, it would surely start a prairie fire! More and more people would accept it, and more and more would come to love it... Within his lifetime, perhaps he would see bug meat become the most common ingredient among the Mi Star people!

History would remember him, because he would be the man who single-handedly changed the Mi Star people's dietary structure!

What would the Five Planets count for then? Foodies would rule the world! Human forbidden zones would become breeding farms. Wasn't that exciting just to think about?

Sigh, they really ought to take a good look at how things were done in his homeland on Earth. If something was edible, when had it ever been allowed to multiply into a disaster?

They were already miserable enough to live on nutrient supplements every day, yet they were still so lacking in ambition. Were their ancestors actually British?

While desperately suppressing the urge to complain, he looked around curiously.

This processing base was so large that it had simply been divided into thirteen districts for more targeted management.

The so-called Five Planets were all supergiant planets, but each had its own particular characteristics.

For instance, the creatures on Planet Number One were more like dinosaurs, Earth's former rulers. They were colossal and incomparably swift and fierce. One careless mistake, and even someone piloting a mecha could be stomped flat like a pancake.

Planet Number Two was a world of marshes and water, with more than ninety percent of it covered by ocean. Consider how ancient Earth people had dominated land for years while the deep sea remained forbidden territory, and one could understand that its unpredictable oceans were likewise filled with dangers for the Mi Star people.

On Planet Number Three, the dangers mainly came from extreme climates. Some places were frozen for thousands of miles, some suffered volcanic eruptions every day, and others had chaotic magnetic fields and high-intensity radiation... Countless careless Mi Star people had died there without even a burial place.

Planet Number Four was the strangest of all. The Mi Star people even called it Devil Star, because at their current level of development, they could not even land on it! The moment a spacecraft drew close, it would be "sucked" in as though it had lost gravity. Mecha that tried to approach met the same fate. Early explorers who ventured to other planets had records of survivors, but every explorer who went to Devil Star had never returned. The very mention of it made the Mi Star people pale!