Loren, standing in the shadows of a street corner, silently extended his psychic senses.

Avoiding all surveillance camera positions on the street, he moved with a strange and swift gait, slipping into this street named “Elf’s Song”…

Ten minutes later.

A strange man with a heavy metal rock aesthetic emerged from the shadows by the roadside. Under the cover of night, he scaled the villa’s outer wall and silently entered the backyard of Villa No. 21.

Clearly, having grown up in the slums and spent years navigating the Gray Zone, Loren was deeply experienced in the art of infiltration…

In fact, if the Shadow Brotherhood hadn’t been so weak, the identity he might have impersonated wouldn’t have been the Nature Sect, but an assassin hailing from the Shadow Brotherhood.

After entering the villa’s backyard, Loren quietly walked to a corner of the building, gave a light jump, and landed on the villa’s third-floor balcony.

He swiftly slipped into an empty guest bedroom.

Infiltration successful!

The extreme perception granted by his vast psychic power allowed Loren to accurately avoid numerous alarms and surveillance devices.

Like a silent ghost…

Loren quietly opened the guest room door, stepped out into the hallway which had no surveillance, and calmly walked towards the master bedroom…

Within his psychic perception, that master bedroom housed an elderly person with a faint, flickering life force.

The life energy emanating from the other party was extremely low, like a candle flame guttering in the wind…

That they were still alive was solely due to sheer willpower, a single breath holding on…

Loren walked to the master bedroom door and gently knocked.

“Please, come in.” A frail voice came from inside the master bedroom.

Loren lightly turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked in…

Loren, visiting in the dead of night, finally met his client for this commission.

Just as that slacker Colin had said, the other party’s life had indeed reached its end…

Inside the room.

A somewhat haggard-looking old woman was half-propped up against pillows behind her, opening her clouded eyes to scrutinize Loren, who had arrived so late.

After a long moment, she asked with a note of anticipation:

“Young stranger, who are you?”

Hearing this, Loren raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

After a flash of light, he revealed his true appearance and gave a slight tip of his hat.

“Las Loren, an Interstellar Hunter. I’m here to accept the commission you posted.”

“Also, Chief Retab Collin asked me to convey his sincere regards to you.”

Upon hearing Loren’s introduction, the frail old woman leaning against the pillows showed a relieved smile:

“Finally, you’ve come. I thought I might not live to see this moment…”

Loren first found a comfortable chair in the room and sat down.

After settling in, Loren gazed calmly at the dying figure on the sickbed and said softly:

“Madam, you can now explain your commission in detail.”

Perhaps because she had seen Loren’s arrival, the frail old woman on the sickbed seemed noticeably more spirited.

As if experiencing a final rally, a faint flush of color, rarely seen, appeared on her pale, wrinkled face…

“You may call me Camilla Qin Carnina, Mr. Loren. Would you be interested in hearing a rather long story?”

“Of course, please proceed, Ms. Carnina. I am someone skilled at listening to the hearts of my clients.”

Lying on the sickbed, Carnina’s somewhat clouded eyes shifted slightly upward. Her gaze became vacant, as if sinking into a distant memory…

A frail voice, filled with regret, slowly began to speak within the room.

“Many years ago, there was a human girl with a trace of elf blood in her veins.”

“Because she loved to sing, she defied her parents’ objections and secretly left her peaceful, reclusive hometown.”

“She traveled alone from the Beastkin Star Domain to the Silver Radiance Star Domain.”

“That naive and innocent girl came here because she had heard of the grand spectacle of the Silver Radiance Festival.”

“She hoped to let more people hear her unparalleled singing voice.”

“She believed her singing could bring happiness to people.”

“Freshly arrived in the Silver Radiance Star Domain, she had the fanciful idea of participating in the Silver Radiance Festival.”

“Unsurprisingly, she was rejected by the organizers with insulting words.”

“So, unwilling to accept defeat, she resolved that she *must* one day perform at the Silver Radiance Festival, letting everyone in the Federation hear her voice.”

“Next, attending that Silver Radiance Festival as a mere spectator, after listening to everyone’s performances, her expression was filled with confidence.”

“She felt that none of those people’s singing was as beautiful as hers…”

“After the Silver Radiance Festival ended, with little savings left, she was forced to find a job singing at a small bar.”

“Planning to support herself first before considering anything else.”

“Very quickly, her exquisite and moving singing voice attracted many patrons to the bar, which soon became packed for every show.”

“Her reputation began to spread in a small circle.”

“After singing at the bar for a month, a third-rate agent from a small entertainment company, out for drinks with friends after work, discovered her on the bar’s stage…”

“That third-rate agent, only 24 years old, was instantly awestruck…”

“Then, that agent whose skills weren’t even very polished, emboldened by alcohol and blushing, rushed onto the bar’s stage, grabbed the microphone from the girl’s hand, and loudly promised: he would definitely make the girl’s voice resonate throughout the entire Federation.”

“And so, the two of them met.”

“The mixed-blood girl, lacking worldly experience, and that brainless, big-chested human agent signed a contract.”

“Two clumsy girls just like that, inexplicably began their struggle in the Federation’s entertainment industry…”

“One focused solely on her singing career, while the other focused solely on managing the mixed-blood girl’s fame.”

“But years later, someone did a special analysis and concluded that her ability to manage fame was practically in the negatives, entirely propped up by the mixed-blood girl’s singing talent…”

“Although that idiot wasn’t much good as an agent, her physical prowess was at least decent…”

“Because the mixed-blood girl had a trace of elf blood, her appearance was quite exceptional.”

“As the mixed-blood girl’s fame grew, she gradually attracted many people with ill intentions.”

“And that idiot, every single time, used her physical strength to resolve those hidden troubles…”

“Many times, the mixed-blood girl thought to herself, if that person hadn’t become an agent, but had instead chosen to become an Interstellar Hunter, she might have truly shone brilliantly…”

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