I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 498: Chapter 409: Joining the Mythical Society, Codename—Hades, Lord of the Underworld

The night gradually enveloped Shuang Hua star, and the Dan Tower shed the bustle of the day, leaving only silence flowing through the corridors.

In the dimly lit, deserted storage room, Qin Tian sat quietly in the shadows of the corner, his fingertips holding the golden token. The "Giant Gate" pattern on the token faintly appeared in the weak light, reflecting the deep, unreadable thoughts in his eyes.

"Are you struggling with whether to participate in that Mythical Society?"

A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, breaking the silence. Qin Tian’s eyes moved slightly, and he softly said:

"Blaze, you finally decided to speak up."

The owner of this voice was none other than Blaze, the Gun Spirit from the Heaven-Burning Purgatory. Since the last battle at the Demon Suppression Abyss, Blaze hadn’t spoken up proactively for a long time.

"What do you mean by ’finally decided to speak’?" The virtual image of the flame demon appeared out of thin air in front of Qin Tian, its hooves stepping in the air and scattering tiny sparks. "I wasn’t asleep, but you have been busy either protecting people or cultivating recently, days are too boring, I was just too lazy to chitchat."

Blaze’s gaze landed on the golden token in Qin Tian’s hand, sweeping over the Giant Gate pattern, speaking in a somewhat nonchalant tone: "I’ve seen many secret societies like this, essentially it’s just a small circle. Some circles gather alchemists or artifact refiners, some hide killers and assassins, but this Mythical Society merely sets ’talent’ as the threshold."

Mentioning this, Blaze specifically glanced at Qin Tian. In Blaze’s view, Qin Tian was undoubtedly an absolute talent.

His incredible growth speed and endless abilities and trump cards were unparalleled in the long years since Blaze’s consciousness was born.

"I don’t know what you’re hesitating about, but if you ask me, there’s no harm in going to take a look." Blaze retracted the joking tone, the expression becoming calm. "In any case, with your abilities, you’ve likely already thoroughly checked whether this token has any issues. As long as there’s no threat, going to learn about the so-called ’top talents’ is more interesting than always revolving around that girl from the Dongfang Family."

Qin Tian’s fingertips caressed the pattern on the token. On the day he received the token, he had already thoroughly examined it with the power of the [Divine Weapon Emperor].

The token not only allowed access to the virtual space through soul power but also had a built-in micro-space array for storage, making it a practical piece of equipment, indeed without any threat.

His real hesitation stemmed from the mysterious identity of the white-robed man, the "True Martial Emperor." He was unsure whether he should be prematurely entangled in such an unknown force network.

But on second thought, if what the white-robed man said was true, and the Mythical Society gathered the Empire’s top talents—those not inferior to the Holy Blood’s direct lineage, even far surpassing the Holy Blood Descendants in some fields—they surely possessed unique resources, intelligence, or rare cultivation methods.

If he could establish connections with these individuals, achieving the exchange of information and resources would greatly aid his subsequent work and development.

After careful consideration, the hesitation in Qin Tian’s eyes gradually faded. He looked up at Blaze and gently nodded: "Alright, let’s give it a try."

"It should have been like this long ago!" Blaze became spirited immediately, a sly smile flickering on its flame-composed face. "Then remember, when you meet those talents, ask for me—if they have any fire-type treasures? If so, make sure to get them for me!"

A black line instantly appeared across Qin Tian’s forehead. He glared at Blaze in exasperation: "I knew it, you suddenly came out to persuade me because you had an ulterior motive, wanting me to find treasures for you."

"What do you mean by ulterior motive?" Blaze was unfazed, instead laughing more heartily, the sparks on its hooves splattering even more densely. "We have a symbiotic relationship. If I get stronger, it benefits you too. Alright, I won’t disturb your preparation; expecting your good news!"

As the words fell, the flame demon’s figure gradually dissipated as if blown away by the wind, leaving only a lingering hint of scorching heat in the air.

Qin Tian looked at the golden token in his hand, took a deep breath, and gathered a faint wisp of soul power at his fingertips, slowly injecting it into the token.

...

A misty fog enveloped all around, with no sky, no ground, and even the passage of time was indiscernible. Qin Tian’s soul floated in this nebulous space, as if placed in a primordial chaos, with his own sense of existence becoming blurred.

At this moment, an emotionless electronic voice sounded abruptly, echoing in the vast space, clearly reaching Qin Tian’s soul: "Welcome to the virtual space of the Mythical Society. Please create your virtual image and name yourself."

As the voice fell, a vast information stream poured into Qin Tian’s soul like a tide — containing the rules of image creation: from height and physique to facial details, from clothing material to accessory patterns, even the subtle shades of eye and hair color could be freely adjusted, offering far more freedom than usual virtual spaces.

"It feels a bit like the character creation interface in the online game novels I used to read." Qin Tian felt a hint of novelty, his eyes sweeping over the options in the information stream, and without much hesitation, he directly used his willpower to start adjusting.

First was the height. He set his virtual image height to about two meters, slightly taller than in reality, making the overall figure appear more imposing.

Next was the clothing. With a thought, an entirely black set of armor covered his body—armor that was not bulky plate armor but streamlined light armor, with shoulder plates carved with dark gold bone patterns, and a rhombus-shaped dark purple crystal stone embedded in the chest, faintly glowing with his breathing, appearing both majestic and lively.

Subsequently, a matching black crown slowly hovered above his head, the edge of the crown adorned with small dark patterns, devoid of overly ornate decorations, yet exuding a cold aura of overlooking all living beings.

Finally, for facial details, he adjusted the features to be more three-dimensional and profound, with slightly raised brow bones, a tall nose bridge, and distinct lip lines. The originally black eyes transformed into mysterious purple, with pupil centers seemingly swirling with a faint nebula, making the entire face appear less stern than in reality, adding a touch of the unique delicateness and aloofness of the two-dimensional world.

Within a brief moment, a virtual image combining majesty and finesse was created—a black armor-clad figure, adorned with dark gold bone patterns, crowned with purple eyes, resembling a netherworld emperor emerging from mythical legends, distinctly different from Qin Tian’s real-world demeanor yet subtly conveying a shared sense of stability and power.

At the moment the image was confirmed, a line of pale golden text appeared above his head, as his will fixed it: "Hades, King of the Underworld."

The electronic voice sounded again, carrying a note of confirmation: "Virtual image and codename confirmed, Hades, King of the Underworld, you have successfully created your identity. You may freely enter the Mythical Society’s public communication area, or wait for the gathering to commence."

Qin Tian looked at his virtual image, raised his hand to touch the dark purple crystal stone on his chest, feeling the connection between his soul and the virtual space, with a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Next, he was eager to see what secrets this secret organization, gathering the Empire’s top talents, might be hiding.