I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 131: Probability

After being continuously attacked several tis, Loren had already discerned so of his opponent's habits.

He rapidly analyzed the limited information he had gathered in his mind.

"Formulaic combos, concise attack habits, constant trash talk, and those little tricks that constantly try to destroy my fighting spirit..."

This was an enemy unlike any opponent Loren had encountered before.

It was like a superhuman trained from a template, combined with that bizarre cha the opponent controlled.

"Such a powerful cha, yet it doesn't carry any weapons of mass destruction. Is it because we're in the heavily populated Main City?"

"Ordered to protect that Councilor Osman, yet completely indifferent to Councilor Osman's life..."

"This casual attitude suggests the other party isn't very satisfied with the task of protecting a councilor. He probably thinks he deserves a better assignnt..."

"And that Councilor Osman never called for help from him before dying. Did he not have the authority to command him? Or did he know the other party wouldn't co to save him?"

"Judging from Councilor Osman's reaction, this cha pilot is from a Federation departnt with real power..."

"His combat style also doesn't quite resemble soone from the Security Bureau or the Energy Departnt. It carries an indescribably strange style, as if his imagined enemy isn't a superhuman like ..."

"Is he a cha pilot from the military? That would explain such a powerful cha and the removal of weapons of mass destruction..."

Cross-referencing all this, Loren roughly deduced the other party's origin in his mind: this person was from the Federation Military.

"And a military-produced cha, stripped of weapons of mass destruction, used to protect a councilor of a star domain-level parliant."

"That ans this cha isn't unique;

it's absolutely mass-producible..."

"And a mass-produced cha definitely won't have overly exaggerated performance. There must be a weakness I haven't discovered yet!!!"

As this thought crossed his mind, Loren was once again smashed into the ground by his opponent.

BOOM!!

Enduring the intense pain, Loren began analyzing the potential weaknesses of that cha again.

Loren didn't care at all about being sent flying once more, completely entrusting the duty of evasion to the Raven.

"The ti for advancent is also less than 20 seconds away now..."

"If the new ability can't reverse this disadvantage, that chance at resurrection will be wasted here."

"No! Don't get distracted!! I must find the opponent's weakness and steer the new ability in that direction!!!"

"The reason my ability failed lies in that cha's outer shell..."

The Black Wings behind Loren, manipulated by the Raven, took flight again. Loren examined the cha's shell while moving rapidly.

"The red patterns lighting up on the cha's surface, and that flowing blue light... is the problem with these?"

"It can isolate and teleport away Misfortune and psychic energy. Are those glowing red patterns sothing like Teleportation Arrays?"

"And what is that constantly flowing blue light on its shell?"

"Wait, the blue light isn't important. How the opponent isolates and teleports away Misfortune and psychic energy is more important!!"

"Can it isolate and teleport away everything it contacts? Or can it only isolate and teleport away attacks?"

The large amount of "Fortune" attached to Loren himself also quietly began to exert its influence...

"Wait, originating from the military, a mass-produced cha... that ans this cha must be designed for large-scale, corps-level warfare!!"

"In large-scale, corps-level warfare!! Combat blessings from spell-based systems are very important!!!"

His thoughts racing to this point, Loren, who was blinking around in the air, focused his gaze on the cha and quietly applied a thread of "Fortune" to it.

"Raven, was that thread of Fortune isolated and teleported away?"

After applying the Fortune, Loren took back operational control of the wings behind him and instructed the Raven to observe any changes on the opponent.

"No!!! That thread of Fortune attached itself to the cha!!"

Instantly, the Raven's feedback ca through.

"Found it! The weakness!!"

"It cannot isolate and teleport away blessing-type spells and abilities!!!"

Joy surged in Loren's heart!!!

Imdiately, he gave an instruction to the Raven in his mind!!

"I need an ability that can mutually convert Fortune and Misfortune!! You go exert influence!! The new ability needs to lean in this direction!!"

"As you command!!! Master!!!"

The Raven's voice was filled with excitent and exhilaration.

As expected of his master, finding the opponent's weakness so quickly, in less than 20 seconds!!!!

The Raven's voice fell into silence! It went to focus on influencing the formation of the new ability!

Loren manipulated the Black Wings behind him, continuing the one-sided battle of evasion and taking hits!!

BOOM!!!

Loren was once again smashed into the manor's ground by the opponent's chanical giant fist. This ti, Loren sensed his body was nearing its limit.

Within one minute, the opponent had completely backed Loren into a corner.

Loren got up again, flashed away from the large crater on the ground, leaving a pool of blood in the pit.

When Loren flew into the sky again, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and resud his panicked evasive maneuvers.

"Hey, youngster, you're about to die."

Perhaps sensing Loren was at the end of his rope, a complex voice once again ca from inside the cha.

"And then?" Loren was constantly flapping the wings behind him to dodge everywhere, his expression calm.

"My database shows you are a God's Favored One of the Nature Sect. The database does not recomnd that I kill you."

"Of course, I'm not afraid or anything."

"What I an is, youngster, if you die here, will I be hunted by multiple Legendary Grand Druids?"

The voice inside the cha was clearly in deep conflict, having lost its previous ease and nonchalance.

When the combat analysis system before him showed the probability of him killing Loren was 98%, a piece of information automatically popped up from the Federation's database.

Along with this information popped up a risk warning from the combat analysis system:

Probability of being hunted by multiple Legendary Grand Druids for killing this God's Favored One: 100%. Probability of escaping from multiple Legendary Grand Druids: 0.01%.

A head full of question marks appeared above this cha pilot's head.

Legendary Grand Druids, and multiple of them!!!

These two phrases! How could they possibly be connected?!?!

This Federation Military-born cha pilot was in a state of great internal conflict.

Coincidentally.

At this mont, Loren also stopped his evasive actions, smiling as he looked at that azure-blue cha.

"I need to correct one thing for you."

"The probability of you killing isn't 98%. It's 0%!!"

The Advancent Glow that had been constantly emanating from Loren's body finally vanished.

This also signified that Loren was no longer a mid-rank Superhuman, but a high-rank Superhuman within the psychic ability system.

The new ability had already appeared upon Loren's soul...