The Spatial Farm was not endless.
There were only a little more than 5000 sq. meters of land.
She could not allow dozens of poisonous undead to wander freely among the slaves.
But then a thought struck her.
The system had not classified Gustave as a living creature.
It had classified him as a robotic object.
If the Spatial Farm regarded undead as objects rather than lifeforms, then perhaps…
Her heart quickened.
There was only one way to know.
With a thought, she summoned Gustave into the barn.
The undead vanished instantly.
Sienna strode to the barn doors and touched them.
The familiar inventory interface opened.
There, among the stored items, was a new icon.
A small crocodile skull.
For a moment, she simply stared.
Then she broke into a wide grin.
It worked.
She turned to Harold, her eyes shining. "Grandpa Harold, it works. I can store undead in the barn."
