“That’s great, that… I wish you, sir, early success in becoming a higher-level hunter…”

The man quickly finished saying this, then prepared to retreat in surrender.

Losing face wasn’t scary; provoking trouble you shouldn’t was what was truly frightening.

The man’s experience keenly told him that this foreign “newcomer” was somewhat strange, too composed—he should slip away…

But just as he took a step back, Loren’s voice stopped him.

“Sir, did I say you could leave?”

Loren turned around with a smile, looking at the man as he spoke, his tone extremely amiable.

“You… what do you want?!”

The man’s feet quickly retreated several steps.

“Look into my eyes.” Loren said softly.

The man instinctively met Loren’s deep, handsome eyes for a moment, then quickly lowered his head again.

“What did you do to me??” the man asked in panic.

He seemed to realize he’d been hit by something, but couldn’t put it into words.

“Nothing much. Just be careful when you go out.” Loren advised with a smile.

Right then, the elevator door opened.

The crowd inside the elevator filed out.

Then, Loren walked into the elevator alone.

Several other people still standing in the lobby waiting to go up didn’t move.

After witnessing the “interaction” between the stubbled man and Loren, they all chose to wait for the next elevator.

This foreign “newcomer” was a bit too strange; better not to interact.

The elevator door closed.

Loren’s figure disappeared, and for some reason, everyone present felt a wave of relief.

For some reason, after witnessing Loren’s “interaction” with the stubbled man, they all felt an immense heaviness in their hearts.

As if they’d been targeted by a beast.

Fortunately, after Loren left, that feeling within them finally vanished.

As for that stubbled man, only after Loren had departed,

did he realize his back was already drenched in cold sweat, though he didn’t know when it started.

“What rotten luck!” After cursing under his breath, the stubbled man quickly left the Interstellar Hunter lobby.

He needed to find a highly skilled Interstellar Hunter doctor; he felt Loren had left something on him.

What Loren did to him seemed like the work of a mysterious, strange Psychic.

He wanted a full-body checkup to feel at ease.

After walking out of the Interstellar Hunter Association lobby, the stubbled man had just descended one step when his foot suddenly slipped.

After quickly adjusting his posture, his ankle twisted next, and he inexplicably tumbled down the steps.

“Damn it!” the man cried out in alarm.

Fortunately, the steps outside the Interstellar Hunter Association building only had twelve stairs.

The stubbled man climbed up from the bottom of the steps.

Because the steps weren’t high, as a Fourth Stage Psychic, he only suffered minor injuries.

After getting up, he pulled his portable computer from his pocket, intending to contact his friend; something felt very wrong.

That man with the raven on his shoulder must have done something to him.

“Damn it!! Damn it!! Damn it!!!” the man cursed loudly again.

His portable computer had broken during the fall down the steps.

No matter which buttons he pressed, the screen wouldn’t light up.

He thought about turning back into the Interstellar Hunter Association to buy another one, but looking at the mere twelve steps, he hesitated unusually…

His intuition told him that if he climbed those steps, something else unfortunate would happen.

He cautiously turned and limped away toward the edge of the plaza.

“Really hurts…”

He thought nothing would happen to him on the broad, flat plaza.

Unfortunately, after taking a few steps, the sky above became overcast with dark clouds.

“Damn it!!! Forgot it was supposed to rain today!!”

Boom!

Continuous rumbles of thunder sounded, the dark sky appearing oppressively heavy.

The stubbled man clearly realized something and, ignoring the pain in his body, turned to run back toward the Interstellar Hunter lobby.

Unfortunately, the stubbled man had only taken one running step, not yet reaching the stairs…

When a bolt of lightning mercilessly struck down.

Directly hitting the head of the limping, running man.

His body turned into a charred corpse, collapsing on the flat, wide plaza.

Boom!!!

Only then did a thunderclap resound.

This was the thunder from that lightning bolt, just arriving a bit late, only now.

At that moment, a lady walked out of the Interstellar Hunter Association lobby and was the first to discover this bizarre scene.

The lady immediately exclaimed dramatically:

“Someone’s been struck dead by lightning!!! Don’t go out yet!!! Don’t go out!!”

The lobby erupted into a flurry of conversation…

Everyone was discussing which unlucky fellow could be struck dead by lightning; his luck must have been terrible…

Only the receptionist lady who had handled Loren’s paperwork unconsciously recalled Loren’s information in her mind.

Fifth Tier Psychic, Third Rank hunter, from the Dusk Star Domain.

His mission records all seemed to carry a certain level of bloodshed…

After pondering for a moment, she picked up the communicator at hand and dialed a number.

“Chief, our association seems to have received a rather formidable ‘newcomer’…”

At that moment.

Loren, who had just found Rest Room 69 and was about to open the door, suddenly paused his hand.

He had already sensed his ability being triggered.

Shrugging indifferently, he gently opened the rest room door.

“I hope that gentleman has good luck and a decent way to die.” Loren murmured to himself.

After entering, Loren took off his overcoat and top hat at the doorway, placing them on the coat rack.

Only then did he have time to survey the layout of the rest room.

“Not bad. At least better than the rest rooms arranged by the branch on the resource planet.”

“Finally, a bed, and it looks quite good, pretty soft.”

Loren was very satisfied with this rest room; all living facilities were complete.

And from the furnishings in this room, he finally realized something.

Just how much association funding had that greedy old man on the resource planet embezzled???

A rest room with only two reception sofas, not even a bed!!!

Recalling the rest rooms he’d stayed in before, Loren gained a new perspective on that old man’s wealth-accumulating abilities.

Loren silently shook his head. When he had a chance to return later, he’d just give him a bullet…

When Loren finally lay down on the large bed in the rest room, having not slept in a bed for so long,

He finally experienced the comfort of a bed again…

That disgraceful old man actually made him sleep on a sofa for about a month!!!

Two bullets!

No! Three!!

……..

Dusk Star Domain, Resource Planet 17.

Inside the Interstellar Hunter branch in the Upper District, in a second-floor office.

The old man serving as branch chief suddenly sneezed strangely.

“Caught a cold? No, with my constitution, can I even catch a cold?!”

“Must be that kid Loren cursing me…”

“Seems he should be staying in another Interstellar Hunter Association’s rest room by now…”

A faint smile appeared at the corner of the old man’s mouth.

“Can’t blame me for this, my grandson is attending Mecha University, and as everyone knows, that’s very expensive…”

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