I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 275: Chapter 265: Half Beastman, Xiong (Two-in-One)

The slaves locked in the room with Qin Tian were all male, and most of them were either robust or burly.

According to the Poisonous Widow, most of these slaves, after entering the base ship of the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves, would be arranged to enter the Bloody Arena to engage in brutal combat with other slaves to satisfy the Star Thieves’ perverse entertainment needs.

The Hundred Hunt Star Thieves revered violence and bloodshed; they enjoyed watching slaves struggle on the brink of life and death — the screams, breaking bones, and splattering blood were the best pastimes for these savages.

The surviving slaves would either be cultivated into the Star Thieves’ henchmen or thrown into the more brutal "Purgatory Level" arena.

The handicapped were directly thrown into the laboratory to serve as experimental materials, while the bodies of the dead were recycled and drained of their last bit of value.

Among these slaves, there were a few with relatively outstanding appearances, either handsome or delicate, to satisfy those Star Thieves with special tastes.

But the most eye-catching was still the man in the corner.

This behemoth occupied almost a corner of the cargo hold, standing nearly three meters tall, making the other slaves look like children. His robust body was covered with dense brown-black fur, and his muscular neck was almost as thick as his head. That rough-hewn face still retained human features, but the protruding brow ridge and broad jaw made him look more like a bipedal beast.

The most astonishing were his hands — swollen and sturdy palms covered with calluses, short, thick, and powerful fingers with nails that curved unnaturally sharp, resembling real bear paws.

"Half-orc."

Qin Tian’s brow slightly raised; a half-orc was a rare hybrid born from the union between humans and beastmen. They were neither as wild as beastmen nor as rational and wise as humans, wandering the fringes of both races, recognized by neither as an "oddity."

In the eyes of the Beastman Tribe, half-orcs were "inferior" due to impure bloodlines, lacking true wildness, unworthy of being called warriors; while in human society, they were viewed as dangerous "beasts," even when doing nothing, they were met with wary and disdainful looks.

In the room, everyone tried to stay as far away from the half-orc as possible. However, this half-orc remained very quiet, sitting alone in the corner, staring blankly at the ground, without uttering a single word.

The room was silent, everyone was aware of the current situation and could guess the fate that lay ahead. Pain, sadness, despair, numbness — these emotions flickered in everyone’s eyes.

Time passed, second by second.

Who knows how long had passed when the door suddenly opened.

At this moment, the iron door of the cargo hold was abruptly kicked open, and a Star Thief wearing a black hat strode in. His left eye was fitted with a scarlet mechanical prosthetic eye, a stun baton slung at his waist, and suspicious dark red stains clung to the soles of his boots.

"Scraps, time to eat." He sneered, casually flipping over a metal supply box. Colorful energy bars spilled all over the floor, with some even rolling to the side of a filthy metal bucket.

"Remember, this is your entire quota for these three days." The Star Thief crushed a purple energy bar with the toe of his boot, causing the viscous synthetic nutrient liquid to splatter on the face of the nearest slave,

"First come, first served. Whoever’s late... goes hungry."

With the heavy thud of the cabin door shutting, the cargo hold burst into chaos. Dozens of slaves pounced on the scattered energy bars like ravenous wolves, the dull thuds of fists and elbow strikes echoing incessantly. A scrawny slave had just grabbed two bars when a burly man behind him grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall.

Qin Tian moved his feet imperceptibly, precisely stepping on two high-energy models that had rolled to the corner amidst the chaos. As he bent over, he effortlessly dodged a sneaky elbow strike, and upon standing up, he tripped the attacker, sending him sprawling ignominiously.

Seeing this, the attacker realized that Qin Tian was not to be trifled with and ran off to snatch other energy bars.

The struggle grew fiercer, with punches landing on flesh, and some were already bleeding, teeth getting knocked out.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the cargo hold, the half-orc remained curled in the corner, with two untouched orange energy bars rolling in front of him — not because the slaves were kind, but because none dared approach this volatile and dangerous individual.

Just as the conflict was about to escalate to a life-or-death brawl, the iron door of the cargo hold was violently kicked open with a deafening crash.

"All of you, stop the fuck right now!" The Star Thief in the black hat returned, his stun baton crackling with electricity and flashing with dangerous blue light, his mechanical eye glowing a sinister red in the dim cargo hold,

"If anyone moves, I’ll throw them into the reactor as fuel."

The cargo hold instantly fell into an eerie silence. The slaves froze in various twisted positions, even their breathing became cautious. A bloodied sturdy man remained in a punching stance, not daring to even wipe the blood from his fist.

The Star Thief surveyed the scene with satisfaction, his gaze lingering a few seconds longer on the half-orc in the corner.

"Sit down quietly, if I hear even the slightest noise..." He deliberately dragged out the syllables, a cruel smirk curling his lips:

"You’ll regret ever being born into this world."

After saying this, he slammed the door shut heavily, but this time everyone heard the sound of the lock clicking from outside — clearly, someone would be monitoring there.

The slaves slowly released each other, silently retreating to their respective spots.