I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 292 - 275: Talent Recycling Center, Karsas

After taking control of the cockpit, Qin Tian began his massacre.

He grasped Jie La’s main vine with one hand, continuously infusing it with inducing toxins.

Whoosh~

In the ventilation duct, erald vines writhed like living creatures. Jie La’s main vine trembled slightly in Qin Tian’s palm, and the dark green toxin flowed through its veins, condensing into fine dewdrops on the vine’s surface.

"Begin," Qin Tian whispered.

In an instant, tens of thousands of tendrils quivered simultaneously! The subsidiary vines lurking in the ventilation system awakened like venomous snakes and began spewing deadly poison gas into each cabin.

tal corridor

A Star Thief who was just loading bullets into a magazine suddenly started coughing violently. He confusedly wiped his mouth, only to see his palm stained with black blood.

"I... cough, cough... why..."

His pupils contracted abruptly, and his skin turned an ashen grey at a visible speed. Over a dozen companions simultaneously collapsed to the ground, so painfully clawing at their throats with nails tearing out chunks of flesh; others bled from their seven orifices, their eyeballs lting in their sockets.

Only three Star Thieves wearing filtration masks stood frozen, their faces deathly pale beneath the masks.

...

Bloody Arena

Feilake stood on the high platform in the center of the arena, his gaze constantly scanning the surroundings.

Behind him stood hundreds of fully ard Star Thieves, the hum of charging plasma rifles echoing, everyone fixedly watching the arena’s entrances for potential enemies.

Suddenly——

"Cough... cough, cough..."

A Star Thief standing to Feilake’s right bent over suddenly, coughing violently. He instinctively covered his mouth, but thick black blood seeped through his fingers, dripping onto the tal floor with a hissing corrosion sound.

"Hey! What’s wrong——"

The nearby companion just reached out to support him, but saw him suddenly collapse to the ground, making choking sounds from his throat. His skin turned grey at a visible speed, his whites of the eyes rapidly filled with black veins, and then, black blood began oozing from his seven orifices!

"Bang!"

He fell heavily, convulsed a few tis, and then was silent.

Feilake’s pupils contracted sharply. Before he could give an order, painful groans arose around him.

"Ah——my throat..."

"Help... help ..."

"Cough, cough, cough... retch——"

Like a row of falling dominoes, Star Thieves began coughing blood and collapsing one after another.

Soone clawed at their own throat, their nails tearing the flesh to reveal blackened veins inside; soone knelt on the ground, vomiting black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs; others frantically tore off their armor, as if sothing inside was burning their organs...

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred people had fallen around Feilake.

What!!

Feilake’s pupils contracted, his face changing drastically.

What on earth is happening?

"Poison! It’s poison gas!" a Star Thief shouted in a breakdown, "The ventilation system! The poison gas ca from the ventilation system!"

The surviving Star Thieves backed away in terror, so frantically putting on filtration masks, others directly tearing off fabrics to cover their noses and mouths. But more despairing was that even those wearing masks began showing symptoms of coughing blood!

Feilake jerked his head towards the ventilation opening. Under the capture of Spiritual Power, he indeed discovered anomalies in the air. However, what he couldn’t understand was why so people died from poisoning while others, like him, had no reaction.

Arena, execution chamber, combat preparation area...

Star Thieves fell one after another, fear spreading like a plague within the spaceship.

Among the thousands of Star Thieves aboard the spaceship, at least thirty percent died in this wave of poison gas attack.

These Star Thieves were mostly Spiritualists or Superpower Users, so had poor Talent, while others possessed special bloodlines or abilities.

On the system panel

Evolution Points surged rapidly.

anwhile, white, green, blue... Talent Light Spheres of various colors penetrated the tal cabin walls, as if summoned, swarming towards Qin Tian and entering his body.

"Ugh——"

Qin Tian suddenly groaned, dropping to one knee. He had never received dozens of Talent Light Spheres at once before. After entering, his body had a violent reaction, bizarre patterns erged on his skin surface, sotis fiery red like flas, sotis icy blue like frost. These Talents rampaged through his ridians, repelling each other, causing intense energy conflicts.

"Damn, it still ca."

He had anticipated such a scene. When the number of hunted beings reached a certain level, various Talent Light Spheres entering the body could likely lead to conflict between Talents.

But even with foresight, this was unavoidable.

"Just have to tough it out."

Qin Tian gritted his teeth.

Just then, a familiar electronic voice echoed in his mind.

[Warning! Multiple Talent conflicts detected]

[Talent Recycling Station—activated]

In his mind, beside the hundreds of Talent Light Spheres, an icon resembling a trash bin slowly appeared.

At the sa ti, a stream of information rged into his consciousness.

"Talent Recycling Station."

Qin Tian’s eyes glead with surprise.

The Talent Recycling Station, as the na suggests, allows temporarily worthless Talent Light Spheres to be thrown into the Recycling Station. Later, if a Talent is deed useless, it can be slted into Evolution Points, or if deed valuable, it can be taken out of the Recycling Station and reintegrated with the body.

The appearance of the Talent Recycling Station solved the massive problem of multiple Talent conflicts now and in the future.

"Recycle, recycle, recycle them all."

Qin Tian tossed all the newly acquired Talent Light Spheres into the Recycling Station. Once everything settled, he would carefully study these Talents and select so valuable, high-potential ones.