Federal Calendar, Year 7708.

Star Federation, Dusk Star Domain.

Old Era Resource Star – Number Seventeen.

This was a resource planet that had been almost completely forgotten by the upper echelons of the Federation.

A hundred years ago, after the rich spirit stone deposits on this planet were violently extracted by the Star Federation.

This planet named “Number Seventeen” had been practically forgotten by the world.

Of course, even facing resource depletion, there were still people who hadn’t forgotten this planet.

For example, the people living on this planet…

Clear Mine City, Lower District.

This area housed hundreds of thousands of descendants of relocated miners.

This was also the slum district.

After the Federation completed extraction operations on this resource star, these relocated miners were forced to settle here permanently.

These miners, as far as the Federation was concerned, had lost their utility value and become dispensable burdens.

When hundreds of thousands of people lost mining as their means of livelihood.

Especially when these miners learned that the Federation would no longer be responsible for their future.

These people naturally became the most dangerous and chaotic population on this planet.

They were contributors, yet simultaneously, they were the forgotten ones.

At this moment.

Within this slum district.

On a wide yet somewhat dilapidated street.

Various kinds of people lived here, and the diverse residents made this street even more chaotic and cluttered.

Even the middle of the main road was piled with garbage.

In the air, old discarded newspapers occasionally drifted by, who knows which homeless person’s temporary shelter…

A woman wearing shabby clothes was walking forward with a panicked expression, choosing to ignore the wolf-like glances occasionally cast her way from people on both sides of the street.

Her hair was somewhat messy, casually draped behind her head, as if life’s burdens had already crushed her.

Causing her to have no time to concern herself with such trivial matters.

Dark circles surrounded her eyes, indicating she hadn’t rested properly for quite some time.

Soon, the local residents of this street set their sights on her.

Set their sights on this somewhat out-of-place outsider.

With such a panicked expression, she naturally appeared like a delicious yet harmless little lamb on this street known as the “gray zone.”

From a mechanical repair shop emerged two dark-skinned, robust repairmen who quietly followed behind the woman.

On their waists, the two repairmen conspicuously carried old combat knives, making no attempt to conceal them.

Inside various shops along the street, the local residents noticed this scene and revealed cruel, disdainful smiles.

“Young people are so impatient. Such delicacies are best enjoyed only after their fear reaches its peak.”

“Since that person arrived, this street hasn’t seen any entertainment for a long time.”

Gradually, the woman, being an outsider, noticed something from the unabashedly naked gazes from both sides.

She was being targeted.

The panicked woman suddenly stopped her trembling steps, opening her dry throat to shout toward both sides of the street:

“Mr. Loren!! I’m here to see Mr. Loren!!”

Upon hearing this, the hunting atmosphere on the street instantly vanished.

And those malicious, undisguised gazes quietly withdrew.

The two repairmen who had been following not far behind the woman had also disappeared at some unknown time.

After hearing the woman’s shout, the two repairmen used the fastest speed of their lives to return to that mechanical repair shop.

As if they had never come out hunting.

“Damn! That bitch came to see that monster Loren!!” one repairman cursed loudly after returning to the shop.

“Enough! Keep your voice down! You should be grateful we haven’t laid hands on that woman yet!! That monster Loren has very cruel methods for those who target his clients.” the other repairman began feeling belated fear.

As soon as he finished speaking.

The glass window of the mechanical repair shop was shattered by two bullets from an unknown origin.

After breaking through the window, the rapidly approaching bullets didn’t stop, flying into the room and circling several times inside, as if searching for their targets.

The bullets slowly circled within the room, moving so slowly that one could see the patterns on them, as if deliberately toying with their prey…

Witnessing their shop’s glass shatter, the two repairmen’s pupils contracted!

They leaped toward the street outside the shop.

“Run!”

“Those are Loren’s bullets!!!”

While fleeing for their lives, they didn’t forget to warn each other.

After the two men rapidly escaped the mechanical repair shop and reached the wide, cluttered street.

The two bullets circling inside the room seemed to have finally found their targets, flying rapidly directly toward the two men.

“Bang!”

Accompanied by two explosive sounds of bullets entering heads.

Two headless repairmen fell conspicuously onto the street.

The explosive power of the bullets apparently freed these two repairmen from their worries forever.

Large amounts of blood flowed from the necks of the two men on the ground, staining the nearby pavement red…

The tragedy occurred just like that on this street.

Like a warning to everyone on this street, or like a unique performance purely for personal amusement.

Regarding such scenes, the various shops along the street were quite accustomed, with no one even bothering to take a look…

In the central section of this street.

At a two-story building with a sign reading “Raven Agency” hanging at the entrance.

A young man with a somewhat gentle appearance unhurriedly pushed open his agency’s door.

Emerging from the doorway, the young man wore an exquisite black top hat on his head, with disheveled black long hair flowing behind him.

He wore a black overcoat, paired with black trousers popular during the Federation’s old era, and heavy black boots on his feet – old-era military style.

Most notably, a white flower was pinned to his chest.

The second most striking feature was a completely black raven perched on his shoulder.

Interestingly, this raven occasionally helped the young man tidy his hair flowing behind his head, constantly maintaining the young man’s presentable appearance.

After he stepped out the door, the handwritten sign casually placed nearby became somewhat tilted due to the door’s movement.

After pushing open the agency door, the young man skillfully walked to the side and gently straightened his handwritten sign.

After straightening the somewhat crude sign, the young man turned and elegantly doffed his hat in a gentlemanly bow toward the confused, helpless woman in the middle of the street.

“First time meeting, beautiful lady. I believe you might be looking for me.”

The raven on the young man’s shoulder didn’t fall off due to his movement.

Instead, it remained steadily perched on his shoulder, and along with the young man’s gesture, it also nodded its small head toward the woman, as if paying respects…

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