Chapter 17: The Harvest

“It really is a hatchling… and it’s alive!” Chen Yan’s voice brimmed with astonishment.

“Viviparous… it truly is viviparous…” Liu Feng shuddered, the reproductive method of this creature far beyond their understanding.

“That’s enough. Get it out,” Han Ning reminded them. Suppressing their nausea, he and Chen Yan cautiously reached into the slick, viscous womb cavity, carefully avoiding the gelatinous tissues, and together extracted the small hatchling of the crocodilian lizard, still wrapped in its fetal membrane.

The little creature was covered in mucus and bloodstains. Once freed, it seemed stimulated by the outside environment, faintly struggling and emitting an extremely subtle “hissing” sound.

Han Ning rifled through his backpack and found a relatively clean plastic wrap typically used for food. He wrapped the hatchling, leaving only a small opening for it to breathe, then tucked it into his bag.

The backpack was too small for such a “big” creature, so half its body remained outside while the other half was inside.

“All set.” Han Ning zipped up the backpack, securing the hatchling to prevent it from falling.

Finally, he cut some meat from the smaller crocodilian lizard and placed it into a plastic bag he carried, preparing for experiments.

“Let’s go. The blood smell here is too strong. You guys keep watch, I’ll carry him,” Zhou Wan reminded once more, shouldering Lu Minghu, who was unconscious and wrapped in bandages.

The five of them dared not waste another moment.

They hurried back along the path they came, wading through the murky water and avoiding floating debris that could conceal danger.

Fortunately, they encountered no other crocodilian lizards on the way.

These creatures were not so numerous that one would stumble upon them every few steps.

When the five, wet, bloodied, and exhausted, reappeared at the stairwell on the fourth floor, Qiangzi and others guarding there immediately rushed up.

Seeing their disheveled state, especially Lu Minghu, unconscious and with his shoulders bandaged, their expressions changed drastically.

“Brother Feng, what happened?” Qiangzi asked.

“Enough talk. Help bring him inside!” Liu Feng snapped, cutting him off.

…

Han Ning declined Liu Feng’s invitation to rest on the fourth floor and returned to his new home on the eighth.

He locked the door, headed straight to the bathroom, and placed the wrapped crocodilian hatchling on the floor.

He had long considered what kind of animal companion to choose.

Before the crossing, small cats or dogs seemed cute but were utterly useless in combat—mere pets.

In this post-apocalyptic world, cuteness wouldn’t fill one’s stomach.

The crocodilian hatchling before him looked fierce and terrifying, but if it could be tamed, it would undoubtedly be a powerful ally.

As long as its stats were high and it was obedient, that would suffice.

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