Loren quietly turned his gaze to the screen under the raven’s claws, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.

The page on the screen was quite familiar to Loren;
it was the private chat page of the Interstellar Hunter Forum…

“Raven, what are you chatting about with someone?”

Loren’s voice startled the raven, who was engrossed in its conversation.

The raven turned its head to look at Loren, its tone noticeably nervous.

“N-nothing… Master, I’m just chatting randomly…”

Hearing this, Loren’s eyes narrowed to slits, almost disappearing.

“I advise you to tell the truth, Raven.”

“I’ve found the reason you’re losing your reason and humanity, Master!!”

Seeing that Loren seemed genuinely angry, the raven spoke quickly.

Oh? Found the reason?

Curious, Loren directly reached out and took the portable computer from under the raven’s claws.

His fingers slid across the screen, scrolling through the chat history between the raven and the other party.

I take my owner flying every day: “Sister Annie Bell, help, help, help!!”

“My owner’s condition seems to have worsened again?! What should I do? He’s becoming less and less like a normal human male.”

Annie Bell: “Don’t panic, little one. Speak slowly. What happened during this time? What are the specific symptoms?”

I take my owner flying every day: “After this advancement, his symptoms seem to have deepened a bit. Before, he was just a bit cruel, but now, you can clearly feel he’s losing some reason and humanity.”

Annie Bell: “Little one, are you saying he did nothing besides advance? And after completing the advancement, the symptoms worsened?”

I take my owner flying every day: “Yes, Sister Annie Bell.”

Annie Bell: “Wait a moment, let me look up some information. This kind of condition is quite rare.”

On the chat log, the other party only replied to the raven 15 minutes later.

After checking the information and returning, the other party opened with a rather explosive question.

Annie Bell: “Little one, is your owner a rule-system Psychic?”

On the chat log, the raven answered this question three minutes later.

During these three minutes, it seemed to be struggling with whether to answer this somewhat sensitive question.

I take my owner flying every day: “Hmm, is it directly related to his Psychic Ability?”

Annie Bell: “Partially related. Rule-system Psychic Abilities, because they are overly powerful, can potentially cause symptoms of blurred self-perception.”

“By the way, what is the frequency of your owner’s advancements roughly like?”

I take my owner flying every day: “In about two months, he went from Tier 3 to Tier 7, and is about to reach Tier 8 soon.”

Out of safety concerns, the raven intentionally added one extra advancement.

Although the Federation was vast and it was unlikely the other party would find Loren, for the sake of insurance, the raven provided a bit of false information.

If the other party had malicious intent, this bit of false information could play a significant role.

Annie Bell: “Wait! Are you saying your owner went from Tier 3 to Tier 7 in two months??”

“No bottlenecks?! That Psychic talent is so exaggerated?!”

“He finished the path of a mid-tier Psychic in just two months???”

Clearly, the raven’s words gave the other party an immense shock.

Causing the tone of this long-renowned Legendary Psychic to become somewhat incredulous.

I take my owner flying every day: “Yes.”

Annie Bell: “Then it’s really a wonder your owner hasn’t gone mad…”

I take my owner flying every day: “????”

Annie Bell: “Little one, remember, you must give the body and spirit a certain adaptation period. It’s best to wait until they are accustomed to the newly born power within before starting the next advancement.”

“This is extremely important, especially for overly powerful abilities.”

“Honestly, with this advancement speed, I’m quite surprised your owner hasn’t gone mad and is only mildly lacking in humanity and reason.”

The chat log ended abruptly here.

So, the raven bore part of the pressure for me? Loren stared at the chat log on the screen and silently thought.

So that’s how it is. That’s why the raven gained sentience.

Was it prompted by my subconscious? Or did Fortune favor me?

After some fruitless pondering.

Loren raised his hand and typed a passage on the portable computer, sending it over.

I take my owner flying every day: “Hello, Ms. Annie Bell. I am the little one’s owner. I have roughly understood the situation. Regarding my condition, do you have any suggestions?”

Afterwards, Loren began to wait quietly, while the raven beside him also looked at the screen expectantly.

Two minutes later, the other party sent a series of messages.

Annie Bell: “Sir, I must remind you that as a superhuman being, you also have a certain right to privacy.”

“It is also impolite to casually check the chat device of the superhuman creature you keep.”

“As for suggestions regarding your condition.”

“First, every day after waking up, say who you are once in front of a mirror and recall your past in your mind.”

“Second, do a good deed every day, no matter how big or small.”

“Third, do something you enjoy every day.”

“For superhumans whose loss of humanity is not severe, after following these three suggestions, their symptoms will be greatly alleviated, and there is even a chance of recovery.”

“If your loss of humanity still does not improve, please come see me offline for treatment.”

“By the way, my fees are very expensive. Please prepare Spirit Stones in advance.”

Looking at the series of messages sent by the other party, Loren automatically ignored the first two sentences and silently memorized the other party’s treatment suggestions.

His fingers typed on the screen again.

I take my owner flying every day: “Thank you. I will pay attention to its privacy. If needed, I will prepare the Spirit Stones.”

Unfortunately, the raven is not a superhuman creature I keep, but my Psychic Ability. Your suggestions are good, but I won’t adopt them.

Loren silently grumbled in his heart, then threw the portable computer back to the raven.

“Raven, do you need privacy rights?”

“Master, we are one.” The raven tilted its head and replied.

“Did you notice she really wants to keep you?”

“Master, liking beautiful things is not her fault.”

“Do you think her suggestions are trustworthy?”

“Based on the information I gathered about her on the Federation network, she is a psychologist with medical ethics. However, I still suggest you verify it with the coin.”

Hearing this, Loren nodded silently and took out that coin from his pocket.

The coin was tossed into the air.

Simultaneously, Loren silently recited a sentence in his heart.

“Are the other party’s suggestions beneficial to me? If yes, the coin lands heads up.”

The coin fell, heads up.

The suggestions are beneficial. This is the answer given by Fortune.

Loren put away the coin and nodded silently.

It seems her medical ethics are indeed good.

I thought she might intentionally give wrong suggestions to worsen my symptoms, so when I go to see her offline for treatment, she could take the opportunity to rip me off.

If I think even worse of her, she might even use some means to incidentally abduct the raven…

Clearly, in Loren’s eyes, in this world, apart from the raven, there is almost no existence of kindness.

However, a new problem has emerged.

Loren was pondering in his mind how to complete the other party’s second suggestion.

The first and third suggestions given by the other party were not difficult for Loren to complete.

Do a good deed, no matter how big or small?? Loren felt he had encountered a difficult problem.

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