I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 2: High Tier Strength, Quick Recovery

[Absolute Gunmastery][Danger Perception][Lesser Blade Sense]

Three light spheres—two green and one white—hovered inside his consciousness. Qin Tian observed them from a strange angle, just like the "Introspection" technique seen in martial arts novels.

To be honest, Qin Tian sensed no bodily transformation after absorbing the three talent orbs. Likely, their powers would only reveal themselves once he gripped firearms or blades and charged into battle.

Qin Tian kept hauling corpses afterward, yet no fresh talent light spheres appeared until the transport vehicle departed.

"What a pity."

His gaze dropped as Qin Tian stood rigidly in the ranks.

These three talents proved solid, particularly the pairing of [Absolute Gunmastery] + [Danger Perception], turning him into a top-notch machine gunner or sniper amid combat. Still, it barely elevated him beyond cannon fodder status—merely a slightly more effective one.

Clack clack clack~~

Suddenly, a huge transport vehicle rumbled in from the distance.

"Raymond, perfect timing—your squad hasn't dispersed yet."

An officer leaped from the vehicle, grinning as he spoke:

"Load up these Green skinned Orcs for me. My troops hate their filth; nobody wants to touch them. Let your Clones deal with it."

Raymond inquired first:

"How's the frontline holding up?"

The officer hesitated briefly, his face turning grave:

"Not looking good. Golan Heights remains a nightmare to seize; our legion's taken brutal casualties. If things drag on, we may abandon the push and fall back to Lieyang Valley."

"Train these cannon fodders properly. In three days, we resume the assault on Golan Heights. They better pull their weight."

"Alright."

Raymond gave a quiet nod.

Clack clack~

Enormous mechanical claws dumped hill-sized corpses, known in the legion as Green skinned Orcs.

Towering and brawny, they dwarfed humans in stature, sporting savage green visages. Their muscles twisted like ancient tree roots, radiating raw, barbaric power.

That rough, sickly deep-green hide resembled moss-eaten bark from ages past, riddled with scars and oozing sores, while a foul reek hung heavy in the air.

Qin Tian averted his face, lips pressed tight, barely holding back the vomit; the Beastmen stench outdid a month-rotted sewer.

"Groups of four, haul them in."

Raymond barked the order.

Clones teamed up in fours, seizing Beastmen limbs and hoisting the bodies to waist height before dragging them into the barracks.

Qin Tian eyed his pick—a massive Beastman corpse—and dashed over, clutching its rough, broad hand.

Swoosh~

Two green light spheres burst from the Beastman’s corpse, merging into Qin Tian.

[Name]High tier Strength (Green)

[Type]Passive Talent

[Introduction]Greatly strengthens bones and muscles, enhancing explosive power, endurance, and resilience.

…

[Name]Quick Recovery (Green)

[Type]Passive Talent

[Introduction]Possess strong self-healing abilities with cell activity far surpassing the average person, simultaneously enhancing resistance to various toxins.

As soon as these two talents merged with him, Qin Tian felt his physique shift ever so slightly.

Crackling echoed from his bones amid a dull ache, like being forged anew. Muscle strands hardened like steel cables, and his skin grew tauter.

"At last, some real survival tools."

Qin Tian's eyes gleamed—these were exactly the abilities he craved most.

High tier Strength propelled his physical prowess to fresh heights.

Quick Recovery delivered powerful self-healing, letting him bounce back from wounds faster and restore fighting form swiftly.

Backed by these foundations and [Danger Perception], his odds of surviving the battlefield soared dramatically.

Qin Tian joined three fellow Clones to lug the Beastman corpse toward the barracks, secretly scanning the others all the way.

Clones varied in looks and builds, not cloned from a single mold. But their faces stayed blank and rigid, like soulless machines.

This uniformity made perfect sense.

After all, their minds held scant data streams—no room for joy, rage, sorrow, or terror. Only Empire-related news stirred faint reactions.

Qin Tian mirrored their stoic masks and stiff postures flawlessly, blending in without a hitch.

Now he grasped why so many mediocre actors started as cool, distant hunks: playing aloof was dead simple.

Dong~

The Beastman body thudded down. Qin Tian hurried back, eager for another corpse.

But few Beastman bodies arrived, and by his return, every one was cleared away.

He sighed inwardly at the sight.

"Gather!"

Raymond thrust up his right arm, voice booming harshly.

The Clone Legion swiftly formed up, marching under Raymond toward their initial training area.

The shooting range.

……

Green skinned Orcs and Clones served as disposable troops, crafted via rival techs by the Beastman Empire and Galaxy Empire.

Green skinned Orcs boasted immense physical might yet dim wits.

Clones offered average smarts, unflappable obedience, but frailer bodies.

Such contrasts shaped wildly divergent training paths.

Green skinned Orcs resisted orders, so the Beastman Empire crammed them into pens, handing out Wolf Fang Clubs and Iron Armor right before battle, then unleashing the horde.

Clones, fresh off production, hit the shooting range for three to seven days of gun drills, mastering arms and honing aim.

In fights, Clones laid down suppressive fire, aiming to wipe out as many Green skinned Orcs as possible.

Thousands of Clones split into squads across four vast shooting ranges. Instructors demoed key techniques, then issued standard rifles to each.

Defying Qin Tian's hopes, these standard rifles weren't sci-fi lasers but everyday projectile guns.

As his fingers met the rifle, a surge of instinct flooded Qin Tian's thoughts. The icy barrel fused seamlessly with his arm, every component yielding to his will, pulsing alive with each breath.

The stock nestled snug against his shoulder like an old friend, perfectly aligned. His fingers hovered lightly on the trigger, igniting boundless assurance deep within.

Eyes narrowing faintly, his sight pierced the scope, sharpening the world crystal-clear—the distant bullseye meters off swelled massively in his vision.

Bang!

The shot rang out.