Reborn with a Space: Hoarding Food and Raising My Kid

Chapter 337: Chapter 319: Would You Believe It If I Said We Saved Your Young Miss?

The black scorpion knew that if that white jade scythe sliced across its belly, only one fate awaited it: death.

So, to survive, it thrust up the end of its segmented abdomen. As long as the black stinger on its tail could successfully pierce the giant mantis’s body, it would win this battle between predators.

Unfortunately, Vert’s scythe sliced open its belly first. The shadow of death enveloped it, and its body gradually lost all feeling, but for an insect, death was not so swift.

Vert cut off the tip of the black scorpion’s venomous stinger and presented it to Flora Bloom while simultaneously, and with great relish, devouring the scorpion’s internal organs. Then, it dragged the taxi-sized scorpion over to Flora Bloom, gesturing for her to put the creature into her space.

"You mean it’s not dead yet? It’ll live if I just put it in the space and give it some spiritual water?"

Flora Bloom was skeptical of Vert’s meaning, but she still tossed the ugly black scorpion into her space and poured spiritual water over it.

Sure enough, the moment the spiritual water touched the black scorpion, its wounds began to heal rapidly. Even the venomous stinger at the end of its tail, which Vert had cut off, was slowly regenerating, a new one growing in its place.

"What? It really isn’t dead?"

"CHIRP." The black scorpion’s cry was short and sharp. Through their mental link, Flora Bloom learned a very important piece of information. The Argent base was currently in a state of widespread panic due to the mass reawakening of underground predators. Even the inside of the base was no longer safe.

The black scorpion was just one of many underground predators, a mere grunt among the scorpion-kind. A Black Scorpion King was lurking even deeper underground.

Knowing this, Flora Bloom glanced at the poisoned and unconscious girl at their feet. She now felt even more confident about infiltrating the Argent base.

The honey produced by mutated bees naturally had cooling and detoxifying properties. Honey made from the pollen of different mutated plants had different effects. Coincidentally, Flora Bloom had several jars of each type in her space. Wisteria honey and Rose honey were especially useful; one was an antidote for poison, and the other counteracted unconsciousness. Flora Bloom had prepared them to carry on her person before setting out, just in case.

’Now’s the perfect time to use them!’

And so, not three seconds after the cool, sweet honey entered the girl’s mouth, she began to stir.

"So sweet!" The girl smacked her lips as she opened her eyes. "Miss, do you have any more? It’s so yummy!"

Flora Bloom stared at the girl she had just pulled back from the brink of death. She wasn’t worried about her own situation, nor did she care if Flora Bloom and her companions were bad people. ’Instead, she was asking for more honey? What the hell?’

"No! What do you think this is, the world before the apocalypse? You think you can just have some whenever you want? Get up already, don’t just lie there on the ground. You make it look like I’m bullying you!"

The girl looked to be about twelve or thirteen. Her large eyes, which blinked slowly, were filled with an innocence that seemed out of touch with the world. Such clean eyes had no business belonging to any human surviving in the apocalypse, and yet, here this girl was.

Perhaps from the shock, or maybe because the poison hadn’t been fully cleared, the girl’s legs gave out and her eyes rolled back as she tried to say something more to Flora Bloom. She fainted.

Just then, the sound of many, many footsteps approached from ahead.

Flora Bloom could sense that every single person approaching was a superpower user. The weakest among them already had a Level 3 superpower, while the strongest was on the verge of breaking through to a High-level Superpower.

’A High-level Superpower? The apocalypse has only been going on for two short months. How could someone already have broken through to High-level?’

’This is completely different from what I knew in my past life. Or is it that what I’m encountering in this life is the true state of the apocalypse?’

As the footsteps drew near, Flora Bloom quickly recalled Vert into her space. Soon, the three of them were surrounded by a large group of people.

"You villain! Let go of our young miss!"

The three of them looked around in confusion at the group. Among them, the elderly man was the one who was about to break through to the High-level superpower.

"I don’t know what you mean," Flora Bloom asked nonchalantly.

"Did you do this to our young miss?" The old man’s sharp, perceptive eyes swept over Flora Bloom and her companions. "Please, tell me the truth. How did our young miss fall unconscious? What exactly did you encounter?"

Cynthia Grant’s voice shot out, "Hey, old man! We’re not the ones who knocked out your young miss!"

"If not you, then who? If it wasn’t you, why would our young miss be unconscious?" a superpower user shouted at Flora Bloom.

Flora Bloom glanced at the chaotic surroundings. She thought about explaining, but ’after I explain, they’ll ask, "So where’s the black scorpion?"’ There was no way Flora Bloom was going to expose her space in front of a group of strangers.

’These people’s clothes might be simple, but anyone who can stay this clean in the apocalypse must have some serious backing in Argent.’

She nudged Cynthia Grant with her elbow. "Play it by ear."

Flora Bloom looked at the old man. "What if I told you that your young miss was dragged away by a giant black scorpion, and we were the ones who saved her? Would you believe me?"