I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Number 109 Mining Star.

The elderly Snake person slowly stood up straight, unfolding all four arms simultaneously.

On his dark green thick scales, ancient blood-colored patterns began to light up little by little, glaring scarlet.

His turbid vertical pupils suddenly condensed:

"Brothers and sisters, the Mother Goddess gave us strength, not to let us cringe, not to let us continue being slaves."

"But to rescue all our enslaved brethren!"

"Rescue the brethren! Rescue the brethren! Rescue the brethren!"

The Snake People roared in unison, four arms clenched, standing erect like a silent forest.

"Act immediately! Split into two groups!"

"One team, seize the main control room on the surface, cut off communication and defense; one team, seize the spaceship docking area, capture all starships!"

At the old man’s command, dozens of bloodline-awakened Snake People instantly split into two teams, turning into shadows and rushing forward.

After their transformation, they could shed their human form in an instant and become [Zorar Black Snake].

Scale armor like Profound Iron, even able to display bloodline magic!

[Snake Shadow Evasion] — The body turns into a nearly transparent shadow, blending into the shadows and crevices.

[Snake Eye Stare] — The vertical pupils flicker, and anyone under their stare will immediately fall into an illusion.

[Heart-corroding Poison Smoke] — Opens mouth to spray ink-colored poisonous smog, through which Gold Stone decays and flesh dissolves.

...

Number 109 Mining Star is merely a low-level resource star.

The stationed guards are poorly equipped and mediocre in combat power, comparable to ants in front of the bloodline-awakened Snake People.

Someone just raised an electromagnetic baton but had their chest torn apart by a claw, with internal organs splattering everywhere.

Someone attempted to flee, only to be hit harshly by a gigantic tail, slamming onto the ore rocks like a rag, with bones breaking.

Human resistance was easily crushed under the overwhelming assault of the Snake People.

"Quick! Close the main gate! Request reinforcements from the headquarters!"

A guard, with a ghastly face, roared and pounced on the control console.

His fingertip just touched the cold panel when a shadow of a Black Snake suddenly darted from the darkness.

Slit —

Blood exploded.

The guard’s body was torn apart by four arms, with scalding hot blood splashing onto the control screen, staining all the lights a harsh red.

The call for help remained forever unsent.

In just half an hour.

All defenses, command, and armed outposts on Number 109 Mining Star fell into the hands of the Snake People.

At the spaceship docking area, several cargo ships were also successfully taken over by the Snake People.

The elderly Snake person gazed into the pitch-black cosmos:

"Continue to divide forces, heading to all surrounding mining stars of the Black Stone Commerce to rescue our brethren!"

"Remember, do not get caught up in combat, rescuing the brethren is the primary task!"

"Only by rescuing more brethren and gathering the faith of the Mother Goddess, can we truly obtain freedom!"

"As the Mother Goddess decrees!!"

The Snake People responded in unison, boarding ships, forming ranks, and starting engines.

The rear of the spaceship spewed out intense white flames, breaking through the atmosphere of Number 109 Mining Star, transforming into streams of light, charging toward the surrounding mining stars.

Everything went more smoothly than expected.

The combat power brought by bloodline transformation, combined with unexpected raids, left the guards on the surrounding mining stars defenseless.

In just half a month, the Snake People’s uprising army captured more than a dozen mining stars and rescued hundreds of thousands of brethren.

The force grew like a snowball, unstoppable in momentum.

And these mining stars, all belonged to a commercial company — Black Stone Commerce.

This company specialized in slave trade and mining, with these ten or so mining stars being their core industry.

...

Black Stone Commerce headquarters, at the top floor conference room of the floating skyscraper.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly silent.

On the huge circular holographic screen, footage from the front lines played repeatedly:

Collapsed mining fields, human corpses everywhere, rampaging Snake People army.

Each scene made the management shudder with fear.

"Worthless! Bunch of worthless!"

The president slammed the table, causing the sturdy alloy tabletop to explode suddenly.

His face was iron-green, and his voice was cold as ice:

"A dozen mining stars taken by a bunch of Snake People slaves! Are you all just freeloaders?!"

A manager, pallid-faced, bowed low:

"President... there’s something wrong with those Snake People."

"Their bloodlines have undergone transformations, producing many four-armed Snake People, ordinary guards can’t withstand them!"

"Bloodline transformation?"

The president’s eyes darkened, looking at the man in Black Armor next to him.

This person was enveloped in condensed Spiritual Qi, with a calm bearing, he was the Commerce Association’s Golden Core Cultivator — Director Zhao.

"Director Zhao, I’m entrusting this matter to you. Take the guard squad to suppress them, annihilate the rebellious Snake People, and reclaim all the mining stars!"

Director Zhao bowed slightly, his tone cold and confident:

"Rest assured, President. They are merely mutated slaves."

"I will lead five hundred elites, equipped with full energy weapons, to wipe them out completely and return them intact."

...

That afternoon, Black Stone Commerce’s armed spaceship departed the headquarters, heading straight for Number 109 Mining Star.

Five hundred elite guards clad in heavy mech suits, wielding energy cannons and laser blades, descended like a black torrent.

Energy cannons glowed with a dim blue light, the mech’s shell reflecting faint starlight.

The entire team exuded murderous intent, like a precise and ruthless war machine.

On the surface of the mining star, the elderly Snake person had long led tens of thousands of brethren to lay defensive lines.

The densely packed Snake People stood in the ravaged mining fields, vertical pupils fixated on the sky, vigilant and resolute.

"Snake People slaves, surrender immediately and lay down your arms!"

Director Zhao stepped on the Spirit Light, hovering above the sky.

The Golden Core’s pressure spread violently, like a mountain pressing down, distorting the air, causing many weaker Snake People to bleed from their noses and mouths, trembling all over.

The elderly Snake person slowly stepped out of the formation, crossing his four arms in front of his chest, performing an ancient Snake Race war salute.

"We are not slaves. The Mother Goddess bestowed us with power, to break your shackles."

"If you want us to submit, you must first step over our corpses!"