I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 503: Chapter 412: Carot, Dragon Blood Warrior (Part 2)

No one in the village mocked him; the elders would always pat him on the shoulder and comfort him, saying "Just wait a bit longer, your bloodline is just awakening late," and his companions were still willing to take him hunting—yet the more kindness he received, the more it pricked Calot’s pride like a needle.

He knew that he might never have the fate of becoming a Dragon Blood Warrior in this lifetime.

At the age of sixteen, he packed a simple bag, moved away from the treehouse he had lived in for years, and built a wooden hut alone in the dense forest on the village outskirts.

Occasionally, when he returned to the village to visit, he only watched from afar as his former companions trained, and the only person he maintained contact with was Berg.

Over time, the people in the village gradually forgot about him, only mentioning "the genius of those years" during idle chat, followed by a sigh of "what a pity."

Calot also once thought that his life would end as a "disappointed person"—until he met the person who changed his life forever.

It was an old man with strange attire who got lost in the forest, unable to speak the language, relying only on gestures.

Calot, with a kind heart, led the old man through the jungle for two days and finally helped him find his destination.

Upon parting, the old man smiled and raised his hand, gently tapping Calot’s brow.

There was no pain, only a warm flow that surged into his mind—the next second, a massive stream of information exploded like tides: a new language called "Empire Language," a cultivation system he had never heard of called "Spiritual Energy," and several Spiritual Ability Techniques and Martial Techniques were clearly imprinted in his consciousness.

This was the greatest opportunity of his life.

Calot treasured it as if it were a precious jewel and immediately began cultivating according to the techniques in the stream of information.

To his shock, his talent in Spiritual Energy was terrifying; from Tier One to Tier Six, a height ordinary people might not reach in their lifetime, he achieved in just six years. Moreover, during these six years, he had no cultivation resources, relying solely on absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, breaking through purely by talent.

Not only that, his comprehension of Spiritual Martial Techniques was extraordinary: a complex technique that others would require months of practice to master, he only needed to practice twice to become proficient, even able to adapt and derive moves that suited him better.

During these six years, he lived alone in the wooden hut, cultivating Spiritual Energy by day, fighting Dragons in the jungle to hone his martial techniques, and studying the cultivation techniques in his consciousness by night—the "failure" almost forgotten by the village quietly grew into a power that could shake the world in an unnoticed corner.

Last year, the elder appeared again, giving him a second gift—a gold token engraved with the pattern "Giant Gate," an entrance ticket to the Mythical Society.

In that virtual space gathered with top prodigies, Calot not only met Poseidon, Athena, and others, but also exchanged resources, obtaining higher-level Spiritual Ability Techniques, Martial Techniques, and precious cultivation resources.

Now, he had long since achieved his childhood dreams, his combat prowess able to rival the legendary Dragon Blood Gods, having even personally beheaded the Tier Seven Red Dragon King.

However, this event brought a catastrophic disaster to the village.

The death of the Red Dragon King completely enraged the nearby Dragon Race.

Multiple Dragon Nests united, frantically searching for his whereabouts while launching indiscriminate massacres on humans in the area.

The Dragon Blood Warriors who went hunting outside the village frequently faced deadly sieges from giant dragons and sub-dragons, suffering heavy casualties, forcing the treehouse settlements to frequently relocate to evade the Dragons’ revenge.

"I’ve brought trouble to the village; I must take responsibility."

Calot clenched his fists, a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Berg led him to the largest treehouse and loudly shouted, "Village Chief, Calot is back!"

Soon, the door of the treehouse was pushed open, and an old man with a head full of white hair walked out.

His body remained strong, but the dragon scales on his arms had lost their former luster, and his face was full of wrinkles, yet his eyes, yellowed with age, remained sharp like an eagle’s—he was the only one in the village who had reached the realm of "Dragon Blood Master" and was a senior who had watched Calot grow up.

"Calot, you finally decided to come back." The village chief looked at the young man before him with a flash of complex emotions.

He remembered the stubborn and diligent boy who would train by the creek before dawn every day, soaking his coarse short clothes with sweat, never stopping for a rest.

"Such a shame..." he sighed inwardly, thinking if Calot could awaken Dragon Blood, perhaps a Dragon Blood God could truly emerge from the village.

"Village Chief, long time no see."

Calot showed a gentle smile, skipping unnecessary pleasantries, and directly addressing the core issue, "I’ve recently acquired some treasures that can help the uncontrollable Dragon Blood Warriors suppress their berserk blood and heal injured tribe members from poison."

"Calot, are you serious?" Berg’s eyes instantly lit up, his tone full of incredulous joy.

"Absolutely true." Calot nodded, his tone firm.

The village chief, however, did not share Berg’s excitement; he stared at Calot, his gaze complicated.

This child had left the village for too long; no one knew what he had experienced over the years, nor where he procured these "treasures," making it too risky to believe without caution.

"Calot, give me one first!" Berg spoke urgently before the village chief could respond, "I lately feel an internal heat; the symptoms of berserk blood are getting hard to control."

"Alright."

Calot took out a white jade bottle from his coarse cloth package, and when the stopper was pulled, a soothing cold air immediately spread out, instantly dispelling the surrounding heat.