Exotic Battlefield: I Can Activate Dual Talents-Chapter 70 - 68: Gains
The artist remained silent.
At this point, he knew that no matter what he said, Lu Lin would not spare him.
Since death was inevitable, what difference did it make whether he spoke or not?
Seeing this, Lu Lin released a Flame Dragon Star Skill, completely annihilating the artist’s spiritual body.
It was over.
Lu Lin let out a long breath, his consciousness somewhat dazed.
He had expended too much of his spirit to trap the artist.
To release the Star Skill, he had nearly depleted his Star Power.
If even this didn’t kill the artist, then Lu Lin truly had no other options.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
Lu Lin looked at the dozen or so eyeballs inscribed with fragments of the artist’s spirit, feeling curious.
He entered his consciousness within them.
The scene before his eyes shifted, and he became a young boy.
The boy was an orphan, raised in a Federation Welfare Institution and remained unknown throughout high school.
Until the college entrance exam, when the boy experienced an awakening.
He unlocked a rare mutated talent, Wind Attribute.
The envious gazes of his classmates and the praises of his teachers made the boy feel elated, believing himself to be the Son of Heaven who could save the world and the Federation.
However, when he applied for university, his choices were maliciously altered.
The son of a big shot in the school took his place to attend an Alien Star University.
That was a college mentioned among the Top 10 Federations.
The boy, with his choices altered, had no school to attend and wandered alone to the alien star.
Here, he stubbornly refused to accept defeat and quickly joined an elite team short of members using his talent, entering the Exotic Battlefield.
Who knew, fate would play another trick on him.
This so-called elite squad recruited him purely to use him as bait to lure a Level 6 exotic beast within the Exotic Battlefield.
They needed the exotic beast’s blood, head, bones, and its internal exotic beast crystal.
Upon discovering his teammates’ intentions, the boy escaped the team under the cover of night.
Angered, he lured many wandering exotic beasts to attack them.
The so-called teammates suffered heavy casualties in the exotic beast’s attack, with only two managing to escape by narrow margins.
They returned to the city built by a Titled King powerhouse, spreading propaganda about the boy’s heinous deeds.
The boy, wanting to return, was forced to roam the wilderness, living with exotic beasts and alien races.
Every night, he slept with one eye open, constantly at risk of ending up in an exotic beast’s belly or being killed by aliens.
Without star skills, without weapons, without food, without shelter.
In the Exotic Battlefield, the boy was almost turned into a wild man.
If it weren’t for relying on his wind talent, he would probably have died already.
Just then, when his mind and body had reached their limits, faced with an attack by terrifying wolf-like exotic beasts.
That person appeared.
That person wore a long black robe, tall and thin, with fair skin.
The boy couldn’t see that person’s face clearly.
He only knew that the person killed all the exotic beasts besieging him and took him unconscious to a certain place.
A place like a tribe, where the lifestyle was extremely primitive.
Earthen walls, earthen houses, stone pots, earthen stoves.
But the people here had not been defeated by life; they went out hunting every day, bringing back large amounts of food.
The boy’s body and mind improved day by day.
Then, that person appeared again.
He gave the boy a book, the "Golden Body Sutra."
Told the boy to cultivate according to the methods in it.
And told him it was given to him by God.
It was also God’s will for that person to rescue the boy.
The boy believed him and got up every day before dawn to start cultivating the Golden Body Sutra, eating beast meat, drinking beast blood.
A month later, the boy’s physique became as strong and powerful as other tribe members.
Hunting exotic beasts, fighting alien races.
The boy’s talent was indeed extraordinary, and in no time, he became a hunting star in the tribe.
Meanwhile, his Star Vein Refinement Degree reached zero level 100%.
If he were in the Federation, he could obtain the Star Vein Refining Method and then progress to a Level 1 Star Core Warrior.
But the boy loathed the words "Star Core Warrior."
He voluntarily shattered the Star Core within him, leaving only one Star Vein.
To gain more powerful strength, he started to research Star Veins.
Years later, the boy succeeded.
He extended his Star Veins, allowing continual refinement.
As the Star Veins extended, the Star Power in his body grew denser, and his strength grew stronger.
By this time, no one in the tribe could defeat him in direct combat.
Even Star Core Warriors of the Third or Fourth Level or even higher could be defeated by his wind-like attacks in an instant.
It seemed the time was right, as that person appeared again.
By now, the boy knew that person was the Divine Servant of the tribe.
The Divine Servant gave the boy a western-style thin sword and a whole new identity, even replacing the biological chip inside him.
The Divine Servant instructed the boy to enter the Human Federation to help God develop and expand more followers.
Of course, the boy’s work was not about preaching but fighting.
God has a benevolent heart to console the world, yet it must also have a hand with destructive might.
The boy was the latter.
Before leaving, the boy went to worship God.
Afterward, he returned to the Human Federation, committed numerous great crimes on Mercury, Mars, Saturn, Blue Star, and other Federation Planets, but these were trivial matters for the boy.
He was merely fulfilling God’s will.
During this process, he fell in love with painting.
Each time he completed God’s will, he had plenty of time and money to pursue his hobby.
Thus, he entered a training school to learn painting.
But those painting professors were all heretics, dismissing the boy’s lack of talent.
The paintings ten-year-old children completed beautifully looked like dog shit when the boy painted them.
They attacked the boy with the most vicious words.
They couldn’t even be bothered to take an interest in the boy during class.
When looking at the boy’s paintings, they would show undisguised disdain and disgust.
God said heretics deserve to die.
Thus, on a quiet night, the boy killed everyone in that training school, positioning them as they looked during their classes.
In this way, the boy continued to learn painting and continued to kill the teachers who taught him art.
Even the painting professors who were kind and friendly met the same fate once the boy learned from them.
Until... he opened an art studio on East Forest Continent of Saturn.
Until... he received a call from Wang Lihe.
Until... his entire consciousness was annihilated in Lu Lin’s Star Power Domain.
The boy’s story ends here.
Lu Lin felt a mix of emotions, unsure how to gauge the artist’s life.
The other was a butcher with hands stained by the blood of innocents, and yet also a tragic figure.
Most importantly,
Lu Lin gained some real harvests from the artist’s memories.
"Golden Body Sutra"
And... all memories the artist had regarding the Black Shark Society.
Now, Lu Lin had become an apprentice safety consultant at the Star Investigation Office, the perfect chance to destroy most of the Black Shark Society’s influence and power within the Human Federation.
Unexpectedly, he had casually mentioned it, yet the artist and Wang Lihe were indeed peripheral members of the Black Shark Society.
The Star Power Domain was beginning to show signs of disintegration, unwilling to linger here longer, Lu Lin quietly withdrew to return to the Consciousness Universe.
It was then he realized how lucky he had been to win this round.
The Star Power in his two Star Veins was nearly depleted.
His spirit was on the verge of collapse.
The artist, no matter what, was a martial artist with willpower strengthened through years of cultivation.
Lu Lin felt so tired.
He just wanted to sleep.
Opening his eyes.
Lu Lin saw Zhao Lei standing beside him, with Zhao Lei’s worried-looking parents beside him.
Lu Lin smiled, tilted his head, and fainted.
