The besieged figure was gradually weakening, that figure wanted to start fleeing.

He began to ascend continuously into the air, trying to break out of the encirclement formed by the others.

He fled into the starry expanse, and the other figures immediately gave chase.

“It seems to be effective.”

Loren quietly reached this conclusion in his heart.

After obtaining the desired answer, he took the little one’s hand and returned to the lounge.

“Big brother, were those few people fighting in the sky just now all at the Legendary Tier?”

As soon as the two of them sat back down on the sofa in the lounge, Ayla Morningstar couldn’t wait to ask Loren.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Do adults at the Legendary Tier also face choices born of helplessness?”

Loren turned his head to look at the somewhat curious Ayla Morningstar.

Loren had originally intended to give a perfunctory answer, but a powerful premonition suddenly surged within him.

His next response would influence the human child before him for a very, very long time.

Thus, after pondering for a moment, Loren carefully offered his answer.

“No, little one, I think you’ve misunderstood something.”

“While it’s true that for people like us, our power can solve many problems. And for us, it is indeed the simplest method.”

“However, do not overlook the role of wisdom and choice.”

“A Superhuman who can see the essence of a matter in 10 minutes, and a Superhuman who needs a lifetime to see the essence of things.”

“When they face the same predicament, their outcomes will also be different.”

After Loren finished his answer, Ayla Morningstar’s little face became quite conflicted.

“Big brother, then what about my father? What kind of Superhuman is he?”

Loren raised his hand and gently ruffled Ayla Morningstar’s little head, speaking calmly:

“Perhaps naive, perhaps great. But no one can answer that question for you.”

“You should seek your own answer. After all, you are the one who was left behind, not someone else.”

“Humans are complex beings. They always harbor all sorts of thoughts and are willing to pay a painful price for these thoughts.”

“Perhaps today he is one way, and perhaps many years later he is another.”

“But regardless, little one. Remember, you must make yourself truly happy and take good, lasting care of yourself.”

“Only then can you persevere until the day you can answer all your own questions.”

“Perhaps, by that day, you will also be able to solve all the problems you encounter.”

Ayla Morningstar looked up at Loren, her little face now streaked with tears.

“But big brother, I don’t seem to be able to be happy…”

Loren felt a headache coming on. He really wasn’t cut out for comforting children.

Mr. Marcus Rhine, for this commission, the fee should be increased. Next time I see you, I will charge you extra interest…

Ayla Morningstar’s crying gradually grew louder.

Left with no other choice, Loren could only pick the little one up and lay her across his lap. After wiping her tears with his hand, he gently patted her back and rocked her softly.

The fully automatic human cradle was born.

“Don’t cry, little one. When you reach the Legendary Tier, you can hang your father up and give him a beating. If you’re afraid he’ll run away, you can also lock him in the basement.”

I swear, I will never accept any task involving childcare in the future… Loren simultaneously thought to himself.

Perhaps amused by Loren’s hellish attempt at comfort, or for some other reason, the little one finally stopped crying after a while.

Gradually, Loren could no longer hear Ayla Morningstar’s sobs.

Lounge 104 returned to quiet once more.

Loren silently breathed a sigh of relief in his heart;
his ears were finally at peace.

A while later.

Acting as the “fully automatic human cradle,” Loren, upon hearing the little one’s even breathing, tentatively asked in a soft voice:

“Are you asleep, little one?”

There was no response.

Excellent! Finally asleep! Well done, Loren, you are a versatile Interstellar Hunter!!!

After praising himself in his heart, Loren gently placed Ayla Morningstar on the sofa.

He then turned and went to the bedroom in the lounge to retrieve that blanket, softly draping it over the little one.

After bending down to tuck the little one in properly, Loren stood up, preparing to leave.

Fearing he might wake Ayla Morningstar, Loren tiptoed towards the door, opening it with the utmost caution.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

Ayla Morningstar’s voice, terrifyingly, rang out from behind once more…

Loren’s body instantly stiffened.

“Big brother, then what about you? What kind of Superhuman are you?”

Hearing this, Loren’s tense body immediately relaxed.

Thank goodness, she’s not asking me to stay and lull her to sleep…

“Me? They all think I’m a dangerous Superhuman.” Loren’s voice sounded.

“Big brother, I wish you were my daddy…”

“That is not a good choice…”

“Bang!”

The door was closed by Loren from outside the room.

“Raven, stay alert. Inform me if anyone approaches Lounge 104.”

After issuing this command to Raven in his mind, Loren quietly sighed.

Finally over. I must say, this is the most difficult commission I’ve ever experienced…

Loren returned to the neighboring Room 105.

He closed the main door.

“Master, I have never seen you like this before.”

Raven released its possession state, staring at Loren with a gaze full of novelty.

“Just to complete the commission, no need to be surprised.” Loren explained with a calm expression.

“Is that so? But I recall the commission content only required guaranteeing Ayla Morningstar’s safety for half a month, didn’t it?”

“Psychological safety is also a form of safety. You should understand that, stupid bird.” Loren replied.

“Master, you are lying.”

“Shut up, stupid bird.”

After reprimanding Raven, Loren waved his hand and took out the other’s portable computer from the “Crimson Tear,” forcefully tossing it over.

Raven caught the thrown portable computer with its claws, let out a weird chuckle, and then flew alone to the large bed in the bedroom.

“Master, I no longer worry that you will become an emotionless monster…”

“Shut up…”

After Raven’s figure disappeared, Loren stood at the entrance of the lounge, looking down at the black coat he was wearing.

The chest area was covered with the tears and snot Ayla Morningstar had left behind.

Have to wash the coat again…

Loren shook his head and walked alone towards the washroom.

Speaking of which, why can’t Raven grow a pair of hands to help me wash my clothes…

10 minutes later.

Loren walked out of the washroom with an expressionless face, came to the balcony of the lounge, and hung up his black coat to dry.

At this moment, his heart was filled with resentment towards Retab Collin.

Those guys who embezzle association funds deserve to be sentenced to death by burning at the stake…

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