What kind of growth speed is this?

Even the Holy Blood Descendants are no match for the master.

"Old Mo, how's the laboratory I asked you to prepare?" Qin Tian looked at Feng Mochuan.

"Boss, everything is arranged."

Feng Mochuan nodded and said, "And those barbarians, all according to your instructions, are locked up in a secret base. Currently, there are a total of 241 people, 182 adult warriors, and the rest are women and children."

"Good."

Qin Tian was very satisfied. The laboratory was naturally prepared for Karsas. He needed to reconfigure the Youth Potion and Superman Potion and find a way to mass-produce them in the laboratory.

As for those barbarians, they were transported to Silver Gray Star through secret means by the Magnetic Vortex Star's slave merchant Old Nelson and Feng Mochuan.

He also had other plans for the barbarians.

"Let's go to the laboratory first."

"Yes."

The flying device switched destinations, and soon they arrived at a park.

According to Qin Tian's request, Feng Mochuan spent a lot of money to lease this park and transformed one of the buildings into a laboratory building, equipped with all the necessary equipment.

Outside the building, members of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps were patrolling in formation, their blue-black uniforms particularly striking in the sunlight.

Seeing Qin Tian step off the flying device, several veteran members stationed at the entrance instantly brightened up, stood at attention, and saluted, unable to suppress their excitement in their voices:

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

With a gentle smile on his face, Qin Tian stopped and asked the burly man with a stubbly beard at the front, "Old Wang, I heard you encountered a group of Star Thieves while escorting goods and got slightly injured. How are you now?"

Old Wang laughed, rolled up his sleeve, revealing a solid arm where a fierce scar had faded to light pink: "It's healed! Thanks to the company's special healing ointment, it healed twice as fast as expected!"

He deliberately puffed out his chest, catching a glimpse of the new members standing nearby out of the corner of his eye, and unconsciously raised his voice a few notches, "If it wasn't for protecting a brother, those low-level Star Thieves wouldn't have been able to hurt our Old Wang."

The new members standing in the back row curiously examined Qin Tian, their eyes full of inquiry.

Most of them joined for the fame of the "Hurricane Mercenary Corps" as they had heard veteran members speak of this legendary boss—a peerless genius, a brother to the Elf King, with world-shaking influence.

Now that they saw him, he indeed looked young, and their own leader standing respectfully beside the boss was undeniable.

Noticing the sneaky glances from the new members, Qin Tian smiled, patted Old Wang on the shoulder, and said, "Alright, everyone continue standing guard. I'll go take a look inside."

"Hey! Boss, take care!" The old members replied in unison, watching Qin Tian's back disappear into the building with even more radiant smiles on their faces.

Old Wang turned around and raised his brows at the new members, as if to say:

"See? Boss is so close to us!"

Upon entering the laboratory building, Qin Tian headed straight for the largest laboratory.

Closing the laboratory door, Qin Tian addressed Li Qi, Feng Mochuan, and Yang Fan behind him:

"Let me introduce you to two new friends first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong and Poisonous Widow suddenly appeared beside him.

Almost simultaneously, Li Qi and the others' eyes were immediately drawn to Xiong.

Nearly three meters tall, almost reaching the ceiling of the laboratory, his bulging muscles were thicker than Yang Fan's waist. His beast-like vertical pupils glowed amber in the light, and the barely visible mane around his neck and the fur at the tips of his ears all signified his half-beastman identity.

"This, this is..." Yang Fan subconsciously took a step back, not out of fear, but genuinely shocked by the exaggeratedly massive figure.

He had seen many power-type Spiritualists but never encountered such an oppressive presence, like a moving mountain standing there, making even the air feel heavier.

Feng Mochuan's pupils shrank slightly. As a Tier Six Spiritualist, he could more acutely sense the terrifying strength lurking within Xiong—not the fluctuation of spiritual energy, but pure, unbridled physical power, brimming with the wild nature of a fierce beast, instinctively tensing his nerves just by being nearby.

Li Qi's reaction was relatively calm, but his gaze swept over Xiong, still couldn't help but look at Qin Tian, eyes full of curiosity as if asking, "Boss, where did you find such a big guy?"

Soon after, their attention was drawn to the Poisonous Widow standing next to Xiong.

The woman wore a black gauze dress, outlining an exquisite figure, her skin as white as snow, lips as red as fire, exuding a dangerous yet captivating allure.

"These two are..." Feng Mochuan's voice hesitated, his gaze subtly shifting between the Poisonous Widow and Qin Tian.

The half-beastman was unmistakably a power-type warrior, likely another potential recruit from the boss, but this woman was different, especially being so stunningly beautiful and kept by the boss's side—it was hard not to imagine her relationship with the boss.

Qin Tian introduced:

"This is Xiong, a friend I made during a mission. This is Scarlett, a master of toxic arts and a Tier Five Spiritualist."

Feng Mochuan's and Li Qi's eyes sharpened—they hadn't expected this stunning woman to be a Tier Five Poison Element Spiritualist, no wonder she exuded an underlying sense of threat.

"Mr. Xiong, Miss Scarlett, hello."

Being a businessman, Yang Fan was impeccable in manners and immediately bowed politely after Qin Tian's introduction.

Xiong nodded slightly at Yang Fan in greeting.

The Poisonous Widow parted her red lips, her voice carrying a hint of lazy allure, "Hello."

"Old Mo, Yang Fan, there's something I need you two to handle."

Qin Tian spoke seriously, "As you can see, Xiong is a half-beastman and currently lacks Empire ID, and Scarlett's identity is even more complicated. She was previously a Star Thief and is still wanted by the Empire. In the coming days, find a way to resolve their identity issues."

Star Thief?

Their eyes flashed with surprise—this woman, possessing both beauty and power, was also a Star Thief.

How peculiar.

But they did not show disdain or contempt for the Star Thief identity, given that Li Qi also had a not-so-clean past, and Feng Mochuan, as a mercenary, had committed his share of extreme and even illegal acts—none of them were in a position to look down on others.

"Boss, leave it to me, there's a black market where such business can be handled." Feng Mochuan took the initiative to take on the task.

"Alright."

Qin Tian nodded, knowing that while dealing with identity issues could be difficult, it could be manageable if you found the right channels and were willing to spend money.

"Next, let me introduce you to the true owner of this laboratory."

Qin Tian paused, as a strand of rich black energy emerged from his chest, coiling upward like a living creature, gathering into a swirling shadow before him. As the shadow slowly formed, the surrounding light seemed to be sucked away, leaving the air tinged with a sharp chill.

"His identity is even more unique. His name is Karsas, a... necromancer."

As he finished speaking, the shadow suddenly dissipated, and a tall figure appeared in the spot.

The person was cloaked in a tattered gray-black cape, the hood pulled tightly over his head, concealing his face in shadow, with only a glimpse of gnarled, bark-like skin beneath the chin, where deep brown patterns could faintly be seen.

He floated a few inches off the ground, without touching it, with the hem of his cloak hanging empty, several chains gleaming with a skeletal sheen trailing below, gently swaying with his movement, making a subtle clinking sound that carried an unsettling sense of stillness.

Surrounding him, black specks floated like stardust, slowly swirling, and upon closer look, seemed to contain countless tiny wails, yet suppressed by some force, unable to emit the slightest sound.

"Heh heh heh, hello."

Karsas slightly turned, and from beneath the hood came a raspy voice, like rusty iron scraping—soft yet directly penetrating one's ears, impacting everyone's mind:

"I am Karsas."

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