The second basement level.
Balo led Su Ye into a dim room.
The conditions here were indeed as terrible as Balo had described.
The air smelled of machine oil mixed with mildew, and the metal plates on the walls were covered in rust.
A recruitment machine stood in the middle of the room as well, though this one looked ancient, with several cracks across its screen.
The screen flickered, displaying only discarded talent available for recruitment.
Su Ye stepped forward and entered his requirements into the machine.
Soon, profiles of numerous discarded talents popped up.
Su Ye quickly browsed through them.
These talents were certainly capable. Some had once been top-tier mechanics, others were battle-hardened gunners, and there were even experts in biological modification.
But without exception, they all suffered from various impairments.
Some had lost their limbs, some had damaged nervous systems that prevented them from operating precision equipment, and others were mentally unstable.
More importantly, none of the profiles specified what they needed. Every recruitment requirements field was blank.
"Sir, these discarded talents need to tell you their requirements in person."
Balo explained from beside him.
Su Ye nodded and selected five talents who looked promising, then asked Balo to summon them.
Before long, the door opened, and five figures shuffled inside.
Each of the five looked different.
A burly man who had lost both arms, his eyes full of despair.
A small, thin being wrapped entirely in bandages, giving off a pungent medicinal smell.
A mechanic sitting in a wheelchair, both legs severed at the hips.
A woman with empty eyes, as though she had lost her soul.
The last was a one-horned man with severe burns covering half his body.
"I've reviewed your abilities, so let me be direct. As long as you can give me