“A devil from the Abyss, what about it? Is it hard to treat?” Loren looked at the little one and asked.

Hearing Loren’s answer, the little one’s expression clearly froze for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

“So, Big Brother, you were actually helping the Security Bureau purge the Digital Currency Bank?”

As a newly converted, heavily addicted forum user, the little one naturally also knew about the major event that had occurred within the Federation last night.

Loren took a moment to feel his own body, then nodded calmly.

“Mm, they commissioned me to intercept a Legendary-tier devil.”

The little one’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Loren, raising her head to ask, “Big Brother, are you already a Legendary-tier big shot?”

“You guess.” Loren glanced at the little one, then raised his hand and gave her head a knock.

Ayla Morningstar covered her little head, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Big Brother, why did you knock me again? I wasn’t being cheeky?”

She always felt that because Loren had just undergone physical enhancement, he couldn’t quite control his strength properly, and when he knocked her head, it really hurt…

“Hurry up and treat me. As for what exactly happened last night, you’ll know by daybreak.”

“If nothing unexpected happens, in a little while, the news on the forums should be flying everywhere…”

Loren seemed to realize he had used a bit too much force and reached out to rub the little one’s head again.

“Oh…” The little one pouted in response and then began treating Loren.

Ayla Morningstar’s hands were once again enveloped in white light as she grasped Loren’s large hand.

Different from previous treatments, this time Loren felt his body warm all over, and even his soul felt like it was soaking in a hot spring…

A few minutes later.

The forest-after-the-rain scent in the room quietly disappeared. Ayla Morningstar withdrew her ability, wearing an expression that begged for praise.

“All done, Big Brother.”

Loren stood up, closed his eyes, and assessed his condition.

His entire body felt indescribably light and relaxed. That sense of harmony between soul and flesh inexplicably made Loren want to have a good, long sleep.

“Little one, if you become a doctor when you grow up, your reputation will resound throughout the entire Federation.”

Loren offered a heartfelt compliment.

What kind of garbage is Annie Bell? If you want to talk about treatment effects, you have to look at the little one’s ability…

After his daily mental slander of that person he’s never met who also wanted to abduct Raven, Loren bid farewell to the little one.

The treatment was complete;
he needed to take advantage of this time to go back and sleep for a while.

At noon, Loren still needed to get up to receive his commission reward…

Returning to Lounge 105.

After taking off his coat and hat, Loren headed straight for the bedroom and heavily collapsed onto the large bed.

Before the heavy drowsiness could fully overwhelm him, he took out Raven’s portable computer from the Crimson Tear, tossed it to the eagerly awaiting Raven, and then sank into a deep sleep…

Excessive sleepiness isn’t an illness, but in this state, the fact that Loren had held out until now was entirely due to his willpower.

——–

Federal Calendar 7708, October 24th, noon.

Loren, who had fallen into a deep slumber in Lounge 105, was awakened by Raven beside him.

“Master, it’s time for us to go collect our reward.”

Raven’s call did indeed wake Loren, but nothing happened in the room.

Loren opened his eyes, bleary-eyed and unwilling to get up…

He rarely wanted to laze in bed.

I’m a Ninth Tier Psychic already, what’s wrong with me enjoying myself a bit?!

“Master, allow me to remind you, 5 million Spirit Stones are waiting for you in the restaurant downstairs…”

Raven’s voice drifted over from the side, faint and ghostly.

Hearing this, Loren, whose eyes were still somewhat unfocused, immediately regained his spirit.

He sat up instantly.

“Let’s go!”

Loren got up from the large bed and rushed into the washroom.

5 minutes later.

Loren, his hair somewhat damp, walked out of the washroom yawning.

Although willpower could keep him from falling back asleep, the drowsiness was very much real and present. It would only be after Loren’s mental energy and physical body fully adapted to each other that he could shake off this lethargic state.

And according to Loren’s estimate, this state would persist for a few more days…

After shaking off the excess water from the ends of his hair, Loren walked to the door of the lounge, took down his hat and put it on, then, yawning continuously, put on his coat.

Raven arrived on Loren’s shoulder at the opportune moment, voluntarily initiating the Possession State.

After Raven possessed him, Loren’s excessive sleepiness noticeably improved quite a bit, transforming from a narcolepsy sufferer into a somewhat tired person who had stayed up late.

“Feeling much more energetic.” Loren sighed with feeling.

“You’re welcome, Master.” Raven’s voice sounded from deep within Loren’s mind.

“Stupid bird, give me back my so-useful Fourth Ability!” Loren loudly complained in his mind.

“Oh, my dear Master, hearing you say that makes me so very sad.” Raven’s voice carried a hint of disdain and sarcasm.

Loren: “…”

Forget it, can’t win an argument against it, just endure it…

Recalling the verbal combat abilities of both parties, Loren ultimately chose to remain silent.

After putting away Raven’s portable computer, he silently walked out of the door to Lounge 105.

Arriving outside the door to Lounge 104, he knocked.

“What’s up? Big Brother.” The little one’s head poked out again.

“Going to the restaurant?” Loren asked.

“Yay!” Ayla Morningstar cheered and then eagerly walked out of Lounge 104.

Clearly, after Loren’s “negotiation” with that chef, her attitude towards the restaurant had undergone a significant change.

In the past, eating at the restaurant was torture;
now, eating at the restaurant is enjoyment.

Two figures, one large and one small, holding hands, walked towards the stairwell.

Inside the second-floor restaurant.

After entering, Loren, holding the little one’s hand, walked directly towards the food pick-up window.

“Bang!”

That black and gold revolver appeared in Loren’s right hand.

The sound of the gunshot and shattering glass echoed through the restaurant.

The Interstellar Hunters who were dining all looked up towards the direction of the restaurant window upon hearing the noise.

Upon seeing it was Loren’s doing, these Interstellar Hunters calmly lowered their heads and continued their meals;
they were already used to it.

After all, Night Raven is a big shot with a child in tow, it’s only natural he’d have higher demands for food…

If I had Night Raven’s strength, I’d hang that chef up and give him a good whipping with a whip…

Loren picked up the little one and skillfully jumped through the shattered window into the kitchen.

15 minutes later.

Loren and the little one were already sitting in a corner of the restaurant, enjoying a sumptuous feast that appealed to all senses.

It must be said, under Loren’s “friendly negotiations” and “supervision,” that chef’s culinary skills had improved somewhat.

Loren, currently enjoying the feast, even felt his drowsiness lessen a bit…

20 minutes later.

Two figures, one large and one small, lazily leaned back in their restaurant chairs. They glanced at each other, and both corners of their mouths curled into equally satisfied smiles.

Perhaps seeing that Loren had finished his meal, two figures in well-fitted suits walked over and sat down opposite Loren’s table.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Loren. We are here to deliver your commission reward,” one of them said.

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