“Yes, Master. My intelligence has grown stronger once again.”

As if knowing exactly what Loren was thinking, Raven directly spoke up, interrupting Loren’s contemplation and confirming his speculation.

Clearly, as Loren advanced in tier, Raven’s “intelligence” had also grown.

Loren: “…”

What will this guy ultimately become? Is my Fourth Ability perhaps a bit too overpowered?

“Rest assured, dear Master, no matter how intelligent I become, I will never look down on you.”

Raven’s comforting words sounded again, as if it could read minds with pinpoint accuracy.

Loren: “…”

The world is upside down!

“Shut up, stupid bird!” Loren’s voice echoed within his own mind.

This time, Raven did not act mischievous as usual and actually chose to remain silent.

Loren was quite satisfied with this.

He aimed his Revolver at the corpses of the over hundred Superhumans below the manor and fired several shots in succession.

Flames erupted once more, illuminating the manor below and lighting up Loren’s face in the night sky.

After completing the task of destroying the evidence, Loren’s figure vanished again, heading towards the next manor.

Meanwhile, within this manor, the three surviving individuals, recalling the bizarre scene that had just unfolded, felt countless goosebumps rise on their backs.

The Section Chief from the Law Enforcement Department trembled as he pulled a communicator from his chest and connected the call.

“Sir, I need to report an extremely dangerous individual…”

The gloved Seventh-Tier Superhuman from the Casino Board of Trustees did the same, trembling as he retrieved a communicator from his own chest.

“Councilor, a strange Superhuman has appeared in the Jadeite Star Domain…”

Tonight, Loren’s figure, in an extremely dangerous manner, stepped into the view of the true upper echelons.

At this moment, Loren had already arrived at the final manor.

Arriving alongside Loren were the reinforcements from the Energy Department and the Security Department.

The Energy Department’s 12 Special Situation Handling Teams and that Mecha squad arrived here at an extremely fast speed.

Only ten minutes had passed since Davis Feller sent the distress signal.

Among the Security Department’s reinforcements, there were no Mecha in sight, only a uniform lineup of Superhumans. A full 15 Seventh-Tier Superhumans had come.

One Eighth-Tier Superhuman had also arrived.

After Loren appeared, both groups of reinforcements fixed their gazes on Loren, quietly sizing up this incredibly strange and powerful individual recorded in the intelligence reports.

On their way here, they had already received Loren’s profile.

Las Loren, 23 years old.

Originates from the Dusk Star Domain, Resource Planet 17.

Tier: Unknown.

Possesses extremely bizarre abilities, capable of killing silently and without a trace.

Identity is an active Interstellar Hunter and is suspected to be a God’s Favored One of the Nature Sect.

Due to relations with the Nature Sect, Federation public officials are advised not to provoke him proactively.

…

Noticing these people’s scrutiny, Loren gave a light smile and chose to look back at each of them one by one.

Fifth Ability activated.

“Triggering Misfortune the instant combat with oneself begins.”

After quietly activating his ability, Loren chuckled softly, speaking with considerable anticipation.

“Do I need to remind you all? Prolonged staring is also a form of provocation…”

Loren’s voice carried a trace of excitement.

Upon hearing this, all the gazes fixed on Loren vanished.

Then, in their hearts, these people all independently reached the same judgment about Loren: a dangerous individual with absolutely no sense of reverence.

This is the first time the Nature Sect has produced a God’s Favored One… who would have thought it would be such a dangerous character…

After withdrawing their gazes, all the arriving reinforcements descended into the manor below, beginning the true “Bloody Judgment.”

Loren shrugged, somewhat disappointed.

I thought I’d get to experience the strength of high-tier Mecha… what a shame. Looks like I’ll have to wait until next time…

“Dear Master, I must remind you once again that your state tonight is not quite right…”

Raven’s voice sounded again in his mind.

“I’ve already noticed, but let’s talk about it after we get back.”

Loren replied to Raven in his mind before also descending into the manor below.

However, this time, Loren did not choose to take action.

His commission had ended once these reinforcements arrived.

As an Interstellar Hunter, he didn’t have the habit of doing unnecessary work.

Landing in the manor, Loren casually dodged the stray shockwaves from the surrounding battles and calmly walked over to the somewhat exhausted Abel Norton, greeting him with a smile.

“Didn’t expect you, who could block bullets, to end up in such a sorry state either, Agent Norton.”

Clearly, after Loren left, this veteran agent had also joined the Bloody Judgment he himself had initiated.

“Not everyone can be like you, able to face the siege of over a hundred Superhumans, Mr. Loren.”

“And I am just a Martial Artist;
I don’t have that many combat techniques.” Abel Norton said quite candidly.

Evidently, he had also learned about what happened at the other two manors.

Loren nodded, said nothing more, and quietly watched the battle within the manor alongside Abel Norton.

After the reinforcements from the two powerful departments arrived, the fate of the Superhumans on the old noble faction’s side was already sealed.

Five three-meter-tall combat Mecha were unleashing their firepower within the manor.

The surrounding buildings, under such dangerous firepower, had all turned into ruins except for the spot where Loren and Abel Norton stood.

The twelve Special Situation Handling Teams, coordinating with each other, had also begun a one-sided slaughter.

Meanwhile, the Security Department’s 15 Seventh-Tier Superhumans and that one Eighth-Tier Superhuman were even chatting while fighting.

From these people, one couldn’t sense any atmosphere of battle at all;
it seemed more like they were participating in a team activity, and one of a recreational nature at that.

“Mr. Loren, what are your thoughts on the Federation?”

Perhaps finding it boring, Abel Norton suddenly asked Loren, who was watching the battle beside him.

“Is this an interrogation from the Security Department?” Loren countered with a faint, probing tone.

“No, this is just a casual conversation. No matter how you answer, it won’t affect the relationship between us.”

Abel Norton shook his head, answering in a very casual tone.

“Then I have nothing I want to say.” Loren shrugged, answering quite humorously.

“What if it *were* an interrogation?”

This time, Abel Norton’s tone carried a hint of probing.

“Kill everyone present here, including you. Then hide my identity and go open an Agency in the Radiant Flow Star Domain.”

Loren said calmly, completely unaware of how terrifying his words were.

Abel Norton’s face darkened, and then the hairs on his back quietly stood on end.

His intuition told him the other party’s words were serious.

“Well then, it’s a good thing this isn’t an interrogation. This is just a casual chat between friends.”

Abel Norton, having undergone rigorous training, showed no abnormality in his tone, even carrying a hint of teasing.

Loren turned his head to glance at him, his gaze somewhat meaningful.

Being my friend isn’t easy…

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