The Dark Gift

Tang Xiao opened his eyes. There seemed to be some additional memories in his mind: he had gone alone to keep an appointment aboard the Fang-class battleship, witnessed the super warship's maiden voyage, and had even been kidnapped and interrogated by Count Dooku. Fortunately, his arrangements had been thorough, and he had emerged unscathed from that hostile banquet.

He raised a hand and flexed it. Incomparably powerful Dark Side Force swirled around his palm. Then he clenched his fist hard, and an invisible force rippled through the void.

Darth Lilim and Uru Ulic immediately dropped to one knee beside him and said respectfully, "Welcome back, my lord."

Tang Xiao said nothing. He sat up from the medical pod and saw that the Chlamydiae culture fluid he had been immersed in had turned completely murky. It was being drained through the disposal system. After this Essence Transfer, the materials obtained by killing and refining over a hundred Force-sensitive individuals could no longer be used.

But it did not matter. Though Jedi Knights were few, Force-sensitive individuals were actually quite numerous in the Milky Way Galaxy. Most of those discovered were already too old, or their Chlamydiae density was insufficient for them to become Jedi Knights. But quietly abducting, killing, and refining such people was not difficult.

The Milky Way Galaxy was so vast that no matter how scarce something was, as long as one possessed enough power, one could find enough of it.

Tang Xiao considered this only natural, without the slightest guilt or burden over such an utterly inhumane and antisocial act.

He had fallen too deeply into the Dark Side. Even his manner of acting had gradually grown darker. If Darth Pregas were still alive, he would surely have praised him: You are already a qualified Sith Lord.

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