I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 963: Chapter 627: Half a Year, Four Symbols Legion

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

”Ah He!!!”

On the tarmac, the black-haired young man had just stepped out of the flying device cabin when his gaze was firmly locked onto a tall figure ahead — that person was dressed in a crisp Royal Army uniform, with a star gleaming conspicuously on his shoulder under the cold light. His sturdy figure made his blonde hair even more dazzling as he waved his arms, shouting loudly, with joy almost overflowing from his brows.

”Cornice!”

Liang He, whose lips had been tense all the way, finally drew a genuine smile and subconsciously quickened his steps, walking briskly toward that figure.

The two men, reunited after a long separation, opened their arms and fiercely embraced each other.

”Haha, my good brother! It’s been a full three years since graduation, and we finally meet again!”

Cornice released him and punched Liang He heavily on the chest, his tone filled with unabashed excitement.

”Yeah...”

Liang He sighed softly, with a bit of self-mockery in his tone, ”Three years have passed, and I’m still the same as in school, without much success, no choice but to rely on you, the lieutenant captain.”

”What nonsense are you talking about!”

Cornice’s expression instantly turned serious: ”You are the only Bloodless Spiritualist to break through Tier Five since the founding of our Spiritual Martial Academy! Countless juniors and sisters consider you a role model, how can you belittle yourself like that?”

Role model?

Bitterness surged in Liang He’s heart.

Once upon a time, he indeed took pride in his achievements.

He wasn’t the first Bloodless Spiritualist recruited by the Spiritual Martial Academy, but he was the first who, through sheer perseverance and insight, forcefully broke the constraints of bloodlines to step into Tier Five.

Back then, he was full of fervor, never feeling inferior to those noble family descendants, and upon graduation, he had grand ambitions and vowed to forge a path, fiercely proving wrong all those who mocked him, despised him, and claimed ”Bloodless can’t become strong.”

But once out of the school’s shelter, the cruel reality immediately gave him a heavy blow.

Without blood lineage support, even as a Tier Five Spiritualist, no faction was willing to sincerely cultivate him.

In the eyes of those factions, he was merely a ”tool person” with decent combat power; a Tier Three Spiritualist with Silver Bloodline was often considered more worthy of cultivation than him.

What was especially disheartening was the malicious nature of people.

In-campus martial competitions always maintained some degree, and even if there were grudges, people wouldn’t act ruthlessly.

But out of school, he witnessed too much deceit and venom; those who used any means for resources and would benefit from ruthless slaughter repeatedly pushed him to the brink.

Had it not been for his cautious nature and a bit of lucky fortune, he might have long fallen in the icy plains or wild forests, left without a trace.

After three years of grinding, the youthful man once so spirited and aspirational had his edges worn down by reality, and the light in his eyes had dimmed significantly, yet a small flame deep in his heart never extinguished.

He wanted to break through to Tier Six, to reach that goal dreamt of by countless Spiritualists.

For this goal, he was ready to pay any price.

But he knew better than anyone that due to his Bloodless talent and innate ability, breaking through to Tier Six was practically hopeless without pouring in massive resources.

He had to find a place where he could exchange effort and strength for resources, and the Royal Army was the most fair place for this.

Within the Empire, the army is the only place where background and innate ability don’t matter, only military merit counts.

No matter how humble your origin or mediocre your talent, as long as you dare to fight and can achieve merit, you can earn corresponding triumphs and exchange for everything you desire.

The Empire recruits soldiers all year round; with his strength as a Tier Five Spiritualist and a clean background, registration would surely lead to his smooth acceptance.

He also understood that within the army, there are factions, and having someone above to look after you means gaining military merit is not only safer but also comes with fewer detours.

Thus, the first person he thought of was his college roommate, Cornice.