Advanced Strength, Rapid Recovery

[Absolute Gun Sense] [Danger Sense] [Basic Knife Sense]

Two green orbs and one white orb floated in his mind. Qin Tian could see them from a peculiar perspective, like the "inner vision" described in martial arts novels.

But to be honest, after absorbing three Talent Orbs, Qin Tian didn't feel any change in his body. Perhaps only when he touched a gun, a blade, and stepped onto the battlefield would these talents truly reveal their use.

Next, Qin Tian continued hauling corpses, but until the transport vehicle left, he hadn't absorbed any new Talent Orbs.

"What a shame."

Qin Tian lowered his gaze, standing straight in the formation.

Three talents weren't bad, especially [Absolute Gun Sense] + [Danger Sense], which could make him an exceptional machine gunner or sniper on the battlefield. But that still couldn't free him from being cannon fodder—at best, a slightly more useful cannon fodder.

Clank, clank, clank~

Just then, another large transport truck drove up from the distance.

"Raymond, your men haven't left yet."

Another officer jumped down from the vehicle, smiling as he said:

"Help me send these Green-skinned Orcs in too. My soldiers think their bodies are too filthy and don't want to touch them, so let these Clones handle it."

Raymond asked first:

"How's the frontline situation?"

The officer paused, his expression turning grim:

"Not good. The Golan Heights still haven't fallen. Our Legion's losses are severe. At this rate, we might have to abandon the mission and retreat to Scorching Sun Valley."

"Take these cannon fodder and train them well. In three days, we'll assault the Golan Heights again, and they'll need to do their part."

"Mm."

Raymond nodded silently.

Clank, clank~

Massive mechanical claws dropped down corpses like small mountains—these were the Green-skinned Orcs the Legion talked about.

They were tall and burly, their average height far exceeding humans. Green-faced with fangs, their muscles bulged like gnarled old tree roots, exuding a raw, savage power.

Their rough skin was a sickening dark green, like a layer of perpetually corroded moss. The surface was pitted and uneven, covered in scars and festering sores, emitting a pungent, nauseating stench.

Qin Tian lowered his head, pursed his lips, and forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit. The orcs' smell was worse than a septic tank left to rot for a month.

"Four per group. Move them inside."

Raymond gave the order.

The Clones formed groups of four, grabbing the orcs' limbs, lifting them to a certain height, and hauling the corpses into the barracks.

Qin Tian had already picked his target. He strode quickly to the tallest, most imposing orc corpse and grabbed its rough, oversized hand.

Whoosh~

Two green orbs flew out from the orc's body and drilled into Qin Tian.

[Name] Advanced Strength (Green)

[Type] Passive Talent

[Description] Greatly strengthens bones and muscles, enhancing explosive power, endurance, and damage resistance.

[Name] Rapid Recovery (Green)

[Type] Passive Talent

[Description] Those with this talent have cell activity far exceeding normal humans, possessing strong self-healing abilities, along with greatly enhanced resistance to various toxins.

As soon as the two talents entered his body, Qin Tian immediately sensed changes happening within.

His bones creaked and cracked, a faint pain spreading through them as if being hammered. His muscle fibers grew tougher, like steel wires, and even his skin seemed to tighten a little.

"Heh, I finally got my survival tools."

Qin Tian's eyes flickered. These two talents were what he wanted most.

Advanced Strength pushed his physical condition to a new level.

Rapid Recovery gave him powerful self-healing, allowing him to recover combat capability in a short time even if injured.

With these two talents as a foundation, plus [Danger Sense] as support, his battlefield survivability would greatly increase.

Qin Tian, along with three other Clones, lifted the orc corpse and walked slowly toward the barracks. Along the way, he quietly observed the other Clones.

Each Clone had a different appearance and height—clearly not made from the same template. But what they shared was a cold, blank expression, like emotionless robots.

Still, that was normal.

After all, each Clone's memory only contained a short stream of information. They didn't know joy, anger, sorrow, or fear. Perhaps only when they heard something related to the Empire did their emotions stir.

Qin Tian mimicked the other Clones' expressions and demeanor, keeping a cold face throughout, blending in flawlessly.

At that moment, he finally understood why so many bad actors debuted as aloof, handsome heartthrobs—because playing cold and distant was really just that simple.

Dong~

The orc's heavy corpse thudded against the ground. Qin Tian quickened his pace back, hoping to scavenge another body.

But the orc corpses brought in weren't many. By the time he returned, all of them had already been hauled away.

Seeing this, he could only mutter a silent regret.

"Fall in!"

Raymond raised his right hand and barked in a deep voice.

Soon, the Clone Legion assembled and, under Raymond's lead, headed to their first training ground.

The shooting range.

Green-skinned Orcs and Clones were cannon fodder produced by the Orc Empire and the Galactic Empire using different technologies.

Green-skinned Orcs had powerful physiques but weren't too bright in the head.

Clones had normal intelligence, stayed calm and obedient, but their physical fitness was slightly weaker.

This difference also made their training directions completely opposite.

Green-skinned Orcs were hard to communicate with, so the Orc Empire kept them penned up together. When it was almost time for battle, they'd hand each Green-skinned Orc a Wolf Tooth Club and a set of iron armor, then just let them charge the lines.

As for Clones, after leaving the factory, they were taken by the Instructor to the shooting range for three to seven days of firearm training, getting familiar with gun use and improving shooting accuracy.

When it was time for battle, the Clones would take on the task of suppressing fire, doing their best to eliminate the Green-skinned Orcs.

Several thousand Clones split into groups and headed to four large shooting ranges. After the Instructor demonstrated the shooting essentials, each person received a Standard Rifle.

Contrary to what Qin Tian had expected, this Standard Rifle wasn't a sci-fi Laser Weapon but the most common type of live-ammunition firearm.

The moment he touched the rifle, a strange feeling suddenly rose in Qin Tian's heart. The cold Gun Barrel felt like an extension of his limbs—every part was under his control, and with each breath, he could sense the pulse of the weapon.

The stock pressed firmly against his shoulder, as if fused with him, without the slightest awkwardness. His finger lightly rested on the trigger, and the sensation at his fingertip stirred an indescribable confidence within him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze extending through the scope. The whole world became clear in that instant—the target dozens of meters away magnified infinitely before him.

Bang!

The gun fired.