I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 499: Chapter 410: Meeting of the Gods, Image Shattered

Qin Tian’s virtual figure slowly moved along a narrow corridor, the ground beneath him made of unknown material, silent underfoot. Only the gray mist around him flowed gently with his movement, as if guiding the direction.

After advancing about several hundred meters, the gray fog suddenly dispersed, revealing a grand and ancient door ahead—its panels carved with intricate mythological patterns, including Western deities and Eastern immortals and Buddhas, the dark golden sheen flowing between the patterns, exuding a sense of weight that transcends time and space.

Qin Tian steadied himself and gently pushed the door open with his hand.

"Creak—"

The light sound of the door hinges echoed in the emptiness, and the scene behind the door suddenly opened up.

A magnificent hall came into view, its high dome embedded with countless light spots like stars, casting a soft yet dignified glow.

Almost the moment the door opened, several figures standing scattered in the hall focused their gazes on Qin Tian—curiosity, scrutiny, and a faint exploration, as if they wanted to see through his virtual image.

Qin Tian also rapidly scanned the hall, and the next second, he couldn’t help but reveal an odd expression in his eyes—he had thought his "Hades" character design was already quite anime-like, yet the virtual appearances of the people present were no less exaggerated, some even more so.

To the left, a giant figure standing over five meters tall was particularly conspicuous, his bronzed chest bare, muscles knotted like rocks, iron chains wrapped around his arms, exuding a mountainous aura, with the code name "God of Strength" hovering above his head.

Not far away, a woman in a white long dress stood quietly, her long pink hair cascading like a waterfall, her appearance as exquisite as a goddess from legend, eyes as clear as sapphires, surrounded by a faint holy light, her name was—"Athena."

Near the jade pillar, a man wearing bright blue armor, his head full of eye-catching golden hair, holding a shimmering trident, surrounded by phantom waves, code-named "Poseidon."

On another side, there was "Taoist Duobao" dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, with dense patterns of magical treasures embroidered on the robe, conveying a mysterious Daoist aura.

Clad in red-golden armor, holding a spear, "God of War Ares," surrounded by a faint bloody halo, with an imposing presence like a drawn sword.

And in a corner of the hall, a familiar white-robed figure leaned against the jade pillar, holding a fairy sword emitting a glowing white light, exuding a cold and ethereal aura, it was none other than the "True Martial Emperor" whom Qin Tian had met in the desolate mountains.

If any cosplay enthusiasts were here, they’d probably faint from happiness.

"Haha! True Martial, the newcomer you spoke of has finally arrived!" A hearty laugh first rang out, as Poseidon, carrying the trident, strode forward with his golden hair lightly fluttering, his smile as dazzling as the sun, "Hades, in Western mythology, we are brothers, after all, welcome, welcome."

Qin Tian raised his hand to shake his, a clear sensation came from his fingertips, yet it lacked some warmth compared to reality, more like separated by a delicate energy membrane, he nodded slightly, "Hello."

"After half a year, Mythical Society finally has fresh faces." Taoist Duobao lightly waved the horsetail whisk, the hem of his bright yellow Taoist robe slightly swaying, his voice gentle like a breeze caressing leaves, his gaze on Qin Tian with a hint of scrutiny but no malice, "Welcome to join."

"Welcome."

God of War Ares also stepped forward, red-golden armor reflecting the starlight from the dome, a smile appearing on his face.

Feeling no hostility from the crowd but rather some friendliness, the tension and vigilance in Qin Tian’s heart quietly eased.

"I knew you would come." True Martial Emperor, carrying the fairy sword, walked slowly closer, his gaze sweeping over Qin Tian’s "Hades" code name, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "This code name does suit your abilities and temperament."

"Oh? From what I hear, Hades is quite the battle expert?" Poseidon instantly caught the key information, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

True Martial Emperor lightly nodded, his tone calm as if stating an ordinary fact, "Hmm, he can take three moves from me without dying, even left me slightly injured—whether that counts as a battle expert, you decide."

"Damn, can’t you stop showing off?"

Athena spoke up, completely destroying her goddess demeanor, "Always acting like a sword immortal, when in reality you’re a guy who doesn’t even change his stinky socks. Next time we meet, can you properly wash your hair, I’m almost fainting from your greasy hair odor."

Qin Tian’s mouth twitched sharply, his gaze instantly becoming quirky—before in his mind, True Martial Emperor was still that unfathomable, ethereal mysterious master, but with Athena’s "underwear-level" critique, that tall image instantly collapsed, replaced by a vivid picture of a "lazy slob + couch potato."

He also picked up on the implication: Athena and True Martial Emperor not only knew each other in reality, but were also quite familiar, otherwise, she wouldn’t reveal such "shortcomings" so unreservedly.

Embarrassed in public, True Martial Emperor’s face turned various shades, his lips moved, but he finally managed only to squeeze out a line: "A gentleman does not argue with a lady."

With that, he silently retreated to the corner with the fairy sword.

The others in the hall were already used to it, Taoist Duobao smiled and shook his head, God of Strength had a smile on his lips, and Poseidon directly burst into laughter, "Haha, True Martial, this is the consequence of meeting offline! Do you regret it now?"