After being continuously attacked several times, Loren had already discerned some of his opponent’s habits.

He rapidly analyzed the limited information he had gathered in his mind.

“Formulaic combos, concise attack habits, constant trash talk, and those little tricks that constantly try to destroy my fighting spirit…”

This was an enemy unlike any opponent Loren had encountered before.

It was like a superhuman trained from a template, combined with that bizarre mecha the opponent controlled.

“Such a powerful mecha, yet it doesn’t carry any weapons of mass destruction. Is it because we’re in the heavily populated Main City?”

“Ordered to protect that Councilor Osman, yet completely indifferent to Councilor Osman’s life…”

“This casual attitude suggests the other party isn’t very satisfied with the task of protecting a councilor. He probably thinks he deserves a better assignment…”

“And that Councilor Osman never called for help from him before dying. Did he not have the authority to command him? Or did he know the other party wouldn’t come to save him?”

“Judging from Councilor Osman’s reaction, this mecha pilot is from a Federation department with real power…”

“His combat style also doesn’t quite resemble someone from the Security Bureau or the Energy Department. It carries an indescribably strange style, as if his imagined enemy isn’t a superhuman like me…”

“Is he a mecha pilot from the military? That would explain such a powerful mecha and the removal of weapons of mass destruction…”

Cross-referencing all this, Loren roughly deduced the other party’s origin in his mind: this person was from the Federation Military.

“And a military-produced mecha, stripped of weapons of mass destruction, used to protect a councilor of a star domain-level parliament.”

“That means this mecha isn’t unique;
it’s absolutely mass-producible…”

“And a mass-produced mecha definitely won’t have overly exaggerated performance. There must be a weakness I haven’t discovered yet!!!”

As this thought crossed his mind, Loren was once again smashed into the ground by his opponent.

BOOM!!

Enduring the intense pain, Loren began analyzing the potential weaknesses of that mecha again.

Loren didn’t care at all about being sent flying once more, completely entrusting the duty of evasion to the Raven.

“The time for advancement is also less than 20 seconds away now…”

“If the new ability can’t reverse this disadvantage, that chance at resurrection will be wasted here.”

“No! Don’t get distracted!! I must find the opponent’s weakness and steer the new ability in that direction!!!”

“The reason my ability failed lies in that mecha’s outer shell…”

The Black Wings behind Loren, manipulated by the Raven, took flight again. Loren examined the mecha’s shell while moving rapidly.

“The red patterns lighting up on the mecha’s surface, and that flowing blue light… is the problem with these?”

“It can isolate and teleport away Misfortune and psychic energy. Are those glowing red patterns something like Teleportation Arrays?”

“And what is that constantly flowing blue light on its shell?”

“Wait, the blue light isn’t important. How the opponent isolates and teleports away Misfortune and psychic energy is more important!!”

“Can it isolate and teleport away everything it contacts? Or can it only isolate and teleport away attacks?”

The large amount of “Fortune” attached to Loren himself also quietly began to exert its influence…

“Wait, originating from the military, a mass-produced mecha… that means this mecha must be designed for large-scale, corps-level warfare!!”

“In large-scale, corps-level warfare!! Combat blessings from spell-based systems are very important!!!”

His thoughts racing to this point, Loren, who was blinking around in the air, focused his gaze on the mecha and quietly applied a thread of “Fortune” to it.

“Raven, was that thread of Fortune isolated and teleported away?”

After applying the Fortune, Loren took back operational control of the wings behind him and instructed the Raven to observe any changes on the opponent.

“No!!! That thread of Fortune attached itself to the mecha!!”

Instantly, the Raven’s feedback came through.

“Found it! The weakness!!”

“It cannot isolate and teleport away blessing-type spells and abilities!!!”

Joy surged in Loren’s heart!!!

Immediately, he gave an instruction to the Raven in his mind!!

“I need an ability that can mutually convert Fortune and Misfortune!! You go exert influence!! The new ability needs to lean in this direction!!”

“As you command!!! Master!!!”

The Raven’s voice was filled with excitement and exhilaration.

As expected of his master, finding the opponent’s weakness so quickly, in less than 20 seconds!!!!

The Raven’s voice fell into silence! It went to focus on influencing the formation of the new ability!

Loren manipulated the Black Wings behind him, continuing the one-sided battle of evasion and taking hits!!

BOOM!!!

Loren was once again smashed into the manor’s ground by the opponent’s mechanical giant fist. This time, Loren sensed his body was nearing its limit.

Within one minute, the opponent had completely backed Loren into a corner.

Loren got up again, flashed away from the large crater on the ground, leaving a pool of blood in the pit.

When Loren flew into the sky again, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and resumed his panicked evasive maneuvers.

“Hey, youngster, you’re about to die.”

Perhaps sensing Loren was at the end of his rope, a complex voice once again came from inside the mecha.

“And then?” Loren was constantly flapping the wings behind him to dodge everywhere, his expression calm.

“My database shows you are a God’s Favored One of the Nature Sect. The database does not recommend that I kill you.”

“Of course, I’m not afraid or anything.”

“What I mean is, youngster, if you die here, will I be hunted by multiple Legendary Grand Druids?”

The voice inside the mecha was clearly in deep conflict, having lost its previous ease and nonchalance.

When the combat analysis system before him showed the probability of him killing Loren was 98%, a piece of information automatically popped up from the Federation’s database.

Along with this information popped up a risk warning from the combat analysis system:

Probability of being hunted by multiple Legendary Grand Druids for killing this God’s Favored One: 100%. Probability of escaping from multiple Legendary Grand Druids: 0.01%.

A head full of question marks appeared above this mecha pilot’s head.

Legendary Grand Druids, and multiple of them!!!

These two phrases! How could they possibly be connected?!?!

This Federation Military-born mecha pilot was in a state of great internal conflict.

Coincidentally.

At this moment, Loren also stopped his evasive actions, smiling as he looked at that azure-blue mecha.

“I need to correct one thing for you.”

“The probability of you killing me isn’t 98%. It’s 0%!!”

The Advancement Glow that had been constantly emanating from Loren’s body finally vanished.

This also signified that Loren was no longer a mid-rank Superhuman, but a high-rank Superhuman within the psychic ability system.

The new ability had already appeared upon Loren’s soul…

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