I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 287: Chapter 272: Laboratory and Karl

"Da Xiong, the person opposite you is me, Qin Tian!"

Qin Tian looked at the broken sword lodged in Xiong’s abdomen, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes, and continued the psychic communication:

"This is my ability, to communicate with you mentally, undetectable by others."

"The body on the ground is not mine, but Sibada’s; I transformed into his appearance."

Xiong stared intently at Qin Tian, the redness in his eyes fading slightly, but he still didn’t fully trust Qin Tian.

Qin Tian noticed Xiong’s inner doubt and continued:

"You were adopted by a human couple when you were young. At eight, you met your mentor, the half-beastman Gru, who taught you to fight and use Martial Techniques."

Hearing this, Xiong’s doubts disappeared, as this was something he had only shared with Qin Tian, impossible for others to know.

"Da Xiong, I have something important to do next, so I might need you to endure a bit of grievance while we put on an act..."

"Okay!" Xiong fully trusted Qin Tian.

Bang~

Qin Tian propelled himself forward, rushing in front of Xiong. Xiong clenched his fist and swung it at Qin Tian’s head, but Qin Tian sidestepped, easily dodging the punch, and retaliated with a heavy punch to Xiong’s abdomen.

Bang!

With a massive body, Xiong flew backward, crashing heavily against the metal wall, causing it to tremble.

Xiong quickly got up, roaring angrily as he charged toward Qin Tian again.

However, Qin Tian, like a matador in an arena, easily evaded Xiong’s charge, sweeping him to the ground with a powerful kick.

Perhaps due to exhaustion or severe injuries, Xiong coughed up blood, struggled a bit, and could no longer stand up.

Seeing this scene, the members of the elite guard couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, silently marveling.

Truly worthy of a captain-level expert, taking him down with just a punch and a kick.

Thud, thud, thud

At this moment, Feilake, the manager of the Bloody Arena, arrived with a team. Seeing the metallic corridor littered with corpses and blood, his face turned extremely grim.

"Sibada!"

Feilake’s voice was cold, "Is this the slave you trained? Do you owe me an explanation?"

"Feilake, I apologize."

Qin Tian had learned the identity of this red-haired man from the soul fragments; he was Feilake, the manager of the Bloody Arena.

"I didn’t expect the death of that barbarian would so greatly upset the half beastman, causing a frenzy."

A hint of apology appeared on Qin Tian’s face, "How about this, for every subordinate you’ve lost, I’ll replace them with my men, and add an extra Blood Demon Pill."

Hearing this, Feilake’s expression softened slightly.

"Alright, I’ll give you some face today, but..."

Feilake looked at Xiong, who was kneeling on the ground, gasping heavily, and sneered:

"You’re still too inexperienced in training slaves, I’ll take this half beastman and turn him into a qualified slave."

Upon hearing this, Qin Tian slowly spoke:

"Feilake, I’ve tried all your methods, but for half beastmen, pain only stimulates their inherent wildness, making them harder to tame. However, there is one thing that half beastmen cannot endure, and that is - hunger."

"I suggest starving him for a few days first; training will surely go more smoothly then."

Upon hearing this, Feilake thought for a moment and nodded:

"Alright, let’s try it your way first."

Sibada was right, different slaves require different training methods.

Some slaves need only violence to make them comply.

Some slaves, with wills of iron, can be threatened using those around them to make them yield.

And some slaves, like the half beastman before us, fear not pain but other things, like hunger, or long-term confinement... with the right approach, anyone can be conquered.

"Take him down for treatment, then lock him up in the confinement room, and starve him for three days." Feilake ordered.

"Yes."

The subordinates cautiously approached, shackled Xiong’s legs and feet with fine iron cuffs, and took him away.

Qin Tian watched as Xiong’s figure gradually receded, a subtle glow flashing in his eyes.

This was merely a stopgap measure; he certainly wouldn’t sit idly by and watch Xiong suffer from hunger.

With his abilities, there were plenty of ways to get food into Xiong’s hands.

"Feilake, I’m heading back to my room now, have someone deliver the three Blood Demon Pills to you." Qin Tian said.

"Alright."

Feilake nodded, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

The Blood Demon Pill, an elixir personally refined by the big boss, not only enhances physique but also boosts Spiritual Energy, a valuable cultivation resource even for Tier Five experts.

After obtaining these three Blood Demon Pills, his Spiritual Ability Level might advance even further.

...

Following his memory, Qin Tian found Sibada’s room. A scan of his face opened the door automatically.

Qin Tian took the iron box from the back of the cabinet, input a series of complex passwords, and opened it.

Inside the box was a porcelain bottle containing only three Blood Demon Pills, now all belonging to Feilake.

However, before turning them over, he added a "little extra" to the pills.

"Go, give this to Feilake."

Qin Tian handed the porcelain bottle to a subordinate, then called over two teams to report to Feilake.

After completing all this, he finally set about the most important matter.

According to Sibada’s memory, the scientist was taken onto the spaceship by the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves and went straight into the most mysterious laboratory, never to come out again.

Therefore, to find the scientist, he must infiltrate the laboratory.

Uncertain about the laboratory’s guard strength, Qin Tian didn’t want to use Void Shuttling to rashly enter.

He entered into invisibility mode, staking out near the lab door. Two hours later, a lab technician in a white coat emerged.

The technician headed straight to a nearby warehouse, retrieving newly purchased lab equipment.

Placing the equipment on a transportation robot, the technician immediately returned.

However, just as he passed a blind spot in the surveillance, the technician suddenly felt intense pain at the back of his head, blacking out and losing consciousness.

Moments later, the "technician" continued alongside the robot, heading toward the lab.

"Beep—identity verification passed."

With the confirmation of a mechanical voice, the alloy door of the lab slowly slid open. The "technician" pushed the equipment-laden transport robot inside.

A huge ring-shaped space equivalent to half a football field greeted the eyes.

Shadowless lamps dangled from the ceiling, their cold white light illuminating the laboratory brightly.

The air was filled with the acrid scent of formaldehyde, mingled with the ozone scent produced by some electronic equipment, making one instinctively hold their breath.

The left area was lined neatly with dozens of cylindrical cultivation tanks, each filled with a pale green nutrient solution.

Suspended within were various beings—there were humans, alien races, and even a few genetically modified grotesques. Their bodies were pierced by an array of conduits, some already sprouted extra limbs or organs, twitching unconsciously in the nutrient solution.

The right side was the dissection area.

Dark red bloodstains lingered on the stainless steel operating table, with several fresh corpses not yet processed, their chests brutally cut open, internal organs exposed to the air. Nearby trays piled with removed organs, one still pulsating faintly.

The "technician’s" gaze swept over the central console—five researchers in white coats buzzed before a holographic projection, which displayed complex gene maps and data streams.

Among them, one person particularly stood out.

He crouched with hunched shoulders, shorter than the others by half a head. Most notably, he possessed a deformed, disproportionately large head.

The head was almost twice the size of a normal person’s, covered in writhing worm-like blood vessels across his ash-gray scalp, pulsating continuously with his thoughts.

Qin Tian’s eyes flickered; this man with the grotesquely large head was the chief scientist of this lab—Karl.