Clones Start, Talent Light Cluster

"Where is this place?"

Qin Tian's unfocused pupils slowly sharpened. He blinked, looking around in a daze.

Steel walls gleamed with a cold light. A crowd clad in identical black uniforms formed neat, solemn ranks. Silent as sculptures, they stood as if devoid of life.

Wasn't I just playing games at home? How did I end up here?

Qin Tian subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to say something. Just then, a memory hidden deep within his mind surfaced.

I am Alpha-7, a third-generation battlefield Clone, serial number 89757.

My mission is to be loyal to the Empire, loyal to the army, obey the orders of my superiors, take up arms, and eliminate all invading enemies.

The brief stream of information was like a drop of water merging into the ocean of Qin Tian's twenty-plus years of memories, causing no ripple.

Clones, Empire, weapons...

Qin Tian lowered his gaze, a strong sense of tension and panic rising from the depths of his heart.

I've transmigrated!

And this identity... doesn't it sound like cannon fodder?

Tap, tap, tap.

The crisp sound of leather shoes on the ground broke the silence.

"New recruits, welcome to this cruel world."

A tall, burly officer stood at the front of the ranks. Without any amplification equipment, his deep, resonant voice reached everyone clearly.

"You are war machines created by the Empire. Loyalty and sacrifice are your innate destinies."

"From today onwards, you will take up arms, fight for the Empire, fight for the people, and use your blood and lives to write the immortal chapter of the Empire's glory."

"Long live the Empire!!!"

The last sentence seemed to flip a switch deep within their souls.

In an instant, a fiery fervor erupted in the eyes of all the Clones. Their synchronized, thunderous voices nearly shook the roof off.

"Long live the Empire!!!"

The towering command tower, like a colossal steel giant, stood in the center of the camp. Various indicator lights flickered atop the tower, constantly sending streams of information to the surrounding warships and defensive fortifications.

Beneath the command tower, wide corridors radiated outwards in all directions. The ground was paved with thick metal plates, and tracked vehicles and walking mechs shuttled frequently, leaving behind tracks of varying depths on the metal surface.

Tap, tap, tap.

The officer led thousands of Clones out of the barracks. The crowd in black uniforms moved like a torrent, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"This is the third batch of Clones, right? Why are there so many fewer than the first two?"

"It shows how much pressure the logistics department is under. They can barely produce even this kind of cannon fodder anymore."

"The situation is becoming more and more dire. If this continues, we might have to retreat."

"Sigh, so many people have died. If we still have to give up territory to those disgusting orcs in the end, I really can't accept it."

The distant conversations reached his ears. Qin Tian discovered that this body's physical functions were exceptionally superior. His eyesight was sharp, able to see pebbles tens of meters away. His hearing was acute, able to pick up whispered conversations from a great distance. His physique was robust; just clenching his fist, he could feel the powerful strength flowing within him.

In my previous life, I would have been practically a weakened Captain America. Winning Olympic gold medals would have been as easy as picking up something from the palm of my hand.

However, here, he was what outsiders called--cannon fodder.

"Haha, Raymond, you've arrived just in time."

A man in a silver uniform jumped down from a black tracked vehicle. He quickly walked to the front of the ranks and said to the officer, "I need manpower to unload the bodies into the morgue. Let these Clones do the work for me."

"Alright."

Raymond nodded in agreement. In the military camp, handling corpses was an important task, prioritized above new recruit training.

"Okay, then follow me."

The man in the silver uniform leaped lightly onto the five-meter-high vehicle, as agile as a bird. Qin Tian stared, dumbfounded.

What is that?

A super Captain America?

"Everyone, march!"

Officer Raymond shouted loudly, then led the team to follow the convoy. After about 20 minutes, they arrived in front of a huge barracks.

"Move all the bodies inside."

Clank, clank, clank.

A mechanical hand extended from the vehicle, grabbed bodies from within, and slowly placed them on the ground.

The Clones formed neat rows, one after another, picking up the bodies from the ground and carrying them to the designated room in the barracks.

Soon, it was Qin Tian's turn.

He held a man whose body was only half intact in his arms. Dark red blood stained his chest, and the thick smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, making him nauseous.

However, he suppressed the discomfort and, like the other clones, completed the task expressionlessly.

The first, the second...

Gradually, Qin Tian found himself adapting to the work. No matter how mangled the corpses in his arms were, even if their intestines were exposed, his reaction was no longer as intense as it was at first.

This was unimaginable before.

Could it be that the instincts of this clone body are influencing me?

Qin Tian pursed his lips and crouched down to pick up the next corpse.

Just then, he saw a green light orb float up from the corpse. He thought he was seeing things, but the next second, the orb flew towards his chest.

Pa~

The orb merged into his body. Qin Tian's body stiffened for a second or two before he slowly stood up, his expression blank as he carried the corpse away.

[Name] Absolute Gun Sense (Green)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Description] The holder possesses an innate mastery of firearms, capable of integrating environmental factors to predict target trajectories and achieve precision strikes.

Several lines of text appeared before his eyes.

Qin Tian lowered his head slightly, hiding the surprise and excitement welling up in his eyes.

"I knew it. How could a transmigrator not have a cheat."

As cannon fodder in the eyes of outsiders, he had been very pessimistic about the future, believing he would have great difficulty surviving in this brutal war environment.

But now, it seemed there was always a way out.

This battlefield filled with blood and death might actually be a place of opportunity for him.

Qin Tian quickened his pace, placing the corpse in the morgue before finding a less crowded queue to take on the next body.

It was a thin man wearing a silver leather combat suit. Externally, the man didn't seem to be injured, but when Qin Tian picked him up, he discovered that the man's bones were almost entirely shattered. With the slightest movement, a creaking sound could be heard from within, as if his bones were grinding against each other.

Fortunately, this man had brought him two talent orbs.

One green and one white.

[Name] Danger Sense (Green)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Description] Those with this talent are like battlefield prophets, able to keenly sense nearby dangers and react in time.

[Name] Basic Knife Sense (White)
[Type] Passive Talent
[Description] Those with this talent possess an extraordinary understanding and control over knives, allowing for more precise attack trajectories and fluid, natural movements when wielding them.