I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 127: Remnants of the Old Era

"Master, is this right? I have doubts about this." Raven's question echoed in Loren's mind.

Loren didn't answer Raven's question, instead remaining completely imrsed in experiencing this advancent.

"That 'resonance' Lady Daisy ntioned... so that's what it is..."

As Loren experienced this advancent, he felt his psychic ability "breathing" for the very first ti.

"The 'breath' of the psychic ability is resonating with my soul..."

For Loren, it was a peculiar sensation.

The psychic ability seed to "vibrate," subtly pulsing against Loren's soul, massaging his weary soul and spirit...

It was like a soul parched for 23 years in a desert suddenly imrsed in clear, pure, and cold mountain spring water...

This feeling of the soul being nourished and strengthened brought Loren's mind an unprecedented peace.

Psychic ability was a gift of the soul, not a burden or encumbrance...

Loren, who had intended to fully embrace "madness," unexpectedly felt his sanity returning...

"Master, I feel our spiritual power is growing at an exaggerated rate!!! What did you do?!!"

Hearing this, Loren opened his eyes, a flash of profound, restrained brilliance passing through his gaze.

"Raven, when I no longer needed humanity, my mind unexpectedly found peace."

Loren looked up, gazing at the manor before him, sensing the most obvious change in himself.

The drastically increased spiritual power allowed him to perceive the personnel distribution inside the manor.

Even the terrain within the manor beca clear under the scan of his spiritual power.

"Stop thinking about it, Raven. Get ready for a big fight."

"Our advancent still needs one sufficiently dangerous battle."

"Let's not waste this advancent..."

After Loren finished speaking, the glowing black wings behind him gave a gentle flap, and a fierce gale erupted.

At the manor's main gate, Loren's figure vanished.

Only a fierce wind remained, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground up into the night sky.

Simultaneously, a piercing alarm sounded inside the manor!!

"Intruder detected! In Zone A!"

The chanical broadcast voice spread throughout the entire manor.

"Intruder detected! In Zone B!"

"Intruder detected! In Zone C!"

...

The alarm continuously announced Loren's location without pause.

"Intruder detected!!! Has breached the core area!!!"

...

When Loren's figure reappeared, he was already standing outside a villa within the manor grounds.

Here, there was a modest-sized lawn with nothing on it except a small stone-paved pathway.

The piercing alarm still echoed incessantly in Loren's ears...

Loren examined the villa before him but didn't rush in recklessly.

In his spiritual perception, the most dangerous place within the manor was right here.

Inside this villa were several Superhumans no weaker than eighth-rank, and one Superhuman even possessed an energy fluctuation far exceeding the eighth rank.

And when Loren stood on the stone pathway on the lawn, he also detected a sufficiently lethal giant hidden beneath this villa.

"Is it a cha hidden under the villa..." Loren murmured, staring at the ground beneath his feet.

"Mr. Adrian, it seems you're not the only one who likes hiding chas underground."

Loren even took a mont to recall that Wild Dog Gang leader.

Seeing there was a "visitor," the villa's door opened from the inside.

From within the villa door, seven Superhumans dressed in black suits erged.

After these seven Superhumans ca out, they considerately closed the villa door behind them.

From the energy fluctuations they emitted, Loren could determine these were six eighth-rank Superhumans plus one ninth-rank Superhuman.

The seven walked to stand opposite Loren, all looking gravely at Loren, this "late-night visitor," yet none of them attacked him.

In the hazy night, under the dim light.

The black wings growing from Loren's back gave a certain shock to all who saw him, resembling a creature unique to the Abyss—a fallen angel.

"Six eighth-rank Superhumans and one ninth-rank Superhuman dispatched to welco ."

"It seems you've finally learned to respect ..."

"May I ask which one is Councilor Osman?"

Loren pointed the black and gold revver in his hand at the ninth-rank Superhuman standing in the center.

"It is I, Mr. Las Loren."

"My apologies. My secretary is rely an ordinary mid-rank Superhuman. She did not understand your strength. I apologize for her indiscretion."

"I give you my word of honor that the orphanage will never be disturbed by anyone with ulterior motives again."

Unexpectedly to Loren, the one who responded was precisely that ninth-rank Superhuman.

The ninth-rank Superhuman being pointed at by the revolver was indeed Councilor Osman.

The other was a middle-aged man with remarkably outstanding external qualities.

A sculpted, handso face, eyes that seed to see through people's hearts, and even a magnetic voice full of masculine charm.

These were the external qualities he had honed through years in Federation politics—authoritative and wise, yet not lacking in approachability.

Loren gave him a glance, silently defining him in his heart: this was a remarkably skilled politician, full of lies yet making people feel utterly sincere...

"Councillor, don't you think it's a bit late to be saying this now?" Loren's tone carried mockery.

"It is not late, Mr. Loren. Misunderstandings between people often arise from accidents, and when we clear up these misunderstandings, we find we have unexpectedly gained a friend."

Councilor Osman spoke to Loren with extre sincerity.

Damn it, why does this guy feel so dangerous to ?!

He's still advancing as if nothing's wrong in this situation? What tier is he really??

Terra!! You fool!! What kind of trouble have you brought ?!!

At this mont, in Councilor Osman's heart, he was furiously cursing his secretary.

When Loren arrived at the manor, Councilor Osman had been discussing so crucial matters with the "Justice Party mbers" behind him.

Because this secret eting was quite important, he had indeed instructed his secretary not to let anyone disturb him before the eting began.

But he absolutely never expected his secretary to choose such a polite yet perfunctory way of handling things.

When he heard the intruder alarm, Councilor Osman hurriedly ended that secret eting, summoned Secretary Terra, and asked her what had happened during that ti.

Then, when Councilor Osman learned what had occurred in the manor, he angrily slapped Secretary Terra and hurriedly walked out of the villa with his security personnel.

The na Las Loren—Councilor Osman had just learned of this bizarrely powerful individual's importance during the recently held "Justice Party eting."

Suspected to be the spokesperson for the Nature Sect's radicals within the Federation!!!

Precisely one of the individuals their Justice Party eting had decided needed to be recruited!

As "Remnants from the Old Era," the "Justice Party," wanting to overthrow the Federation, needed to unite all forces that could be united!!!