I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 179: "Treatment Costs"

Loren turned his head slightly, looking at the utterly incredulous Raven, and chuckled softly:

"Guess."

"..."

Then, from Raven's little black face, Loren could see an expression of extre discomfort.

Thus, the smile on Loren's lips grew even more unrestrained.

Teasing one's own pet was quite amusing too...

Putting away his portable computer, Loren peacefully closed his eyes, quietly feeling his continuously surging spiritual power.

This fundantal strengthening of his very soul made the smile on Loren's lips turn sowhat manic, impossible to rein in now...

Five minutes later.

The explosive surge in spiritual power for both Loren and Raven finally subsided.

By now, Loren had already fallen peacefully asleep on the large bed.

The tranquil night sky was dotted above Radiant Flow Main City.

The night was already very deep...

Loren's peaceful, content sleeping face entered Raven's field of view.

"Dear Master, I can't help but feel you've done sothing very dangerous..."

A sigh echoed within Lounge 105, Raven's worry for its own future.

October 23rd, morning.

Adequate sleep allowed Loren to wake up from bed feeling energetic.

Apart from a slight throbbing ache in his head due to the explosive surge in spiritual power, Loren felt absolutely wonderful at this mont.

It was a contradictory sensation.

Feeling energetic and vigorous, yet with a persistent, dull headache.

Loren felt like he had inexhaustible strength throughout his body, yet also felt as if soone was constantly tapping his head with a tiny hamr.

Sitting up, enduring the dull ache in his head, Loren walked into the bathroom.

"I wonder if the little one can treat this minor ailnt caused by the spiritual power surge..."

Loren mused idly in his mind while washing up.

Ten minutes later.

Loren walked out of the bathroom, and Raven tily entered its Possession State.

Leaving his own lounge, he arrived at the neighboring Lounge 104.

He knocked on the door.

"What's the matter? Big Brother."

Ayla Morningstar's adorable little head peeked out from the half-opened door, eyes bleary with sleep.

Seems the little one stayed up late browsing the forum last night...

"I have a minor physical issue. I think I need your treatnt."

Loren, standing outside the door, said with a smile.

Having a healing-type Rule-Based Psychic by your side was just so convenient...

"Big Brother got hurt again? Then co in quickly."

Ayla Morningstar moved her little body aside, her small hand taking Loren's large hand, pulling him into the lounge.

Loren was led by the little one to sit on the living room sofa in the lounge.

The mont he sat down, Loren felt warmth still lingering on the sofa, and a thought crossed his mind involuntarily:

Did the little one play with her portable computer on the sofa all night??

Then, Loren's gaze flicked to the portable computer placed on the sofa, its screen still lit.

It was the page of the Interstellar Hunter Forum, showing a post introducing The Abyss.

The little one seems very interested in The Abyss... Loren thought silently.

Is it the overly abundant curiosity of a human child? Or perhaps...

"Big Brother, peeking at soone else's portable computer is impolite!"

Ayla Morningstar's voice beca huffy.

After scolding Loren, she promptly turned off the portable computer's screen.

"Alright, sorry."

Loren shrugged his shoulders. Being lectured by a human child, what a strange feeling...

"It's okay, I forgive you."

"I'm going to start examining your injury now. Bear with it a little."

The little one said with a serious expression, her cheeks puffing up slightly.

"No need to be so tense. It should just be a minor issue." Loren said very casually.

"Last ti you also looked completely unconcerned, yet you almost died. Big Brother belongs to the type of person with a pretty tough mouth."

After saying this, the little one closed her eyes on her own, her small hands holding Loren's large hand. A soft white light blood from her hands.

That unique fresh scent of a forest after rain once again perated the lounge.

Loren instinctively breathed in this pleasant sll, comfortably narrowing his eyes.

No matter how many tis he saw it, he felt this was truly a wonderful ability, little one...

A while later.

The fresh scent in the room disappeared.

Ayla Morningstar released Loren's large hand, and the soft white light on her hands vanished as well.

However, this ti, the little one's brows were unusually furrowed.

"Big Brother, you're not injured. It's just that your physical body can't keep up with your spiritual power anymore, causing an imbalance..."

Feeling the still faintly throbbing ache in his head, Loren asked:

"Is there a way to treat it?"

"The path of a Martial Artist can strengthen your physical body. Interested in studying it as a secondary discipline? Big Brother."

Ayla Morningstar tilted her head, looking at Loren, offering her suggestion.

Hearing this, Loren fell into a rare silence, beginning to contemplate.

In the end, he still voiced his rejection of the proposal.

"Due to so special reasons, little one, Psychics like us are better off not studying other systems as secondary disciplines." Loren said softly.

"Why?" Ayla Morningstar was sowhat puzzled.

Loren raised his hand, stroking the little one's head.

"Rember, for Rule-Based Psychics, the weaker they are, the stronger they beco."

This ti, after hearing Loren's sowhat vague words, the little one instead fell into silence.

"Can't study it as a secondary discipline?"

"That's right, little one."

After that, Lounge 104 beca silent and quiet.

Ayla Morningstar's little face also showed so hesitation. After struggling for a long ti,

she seed to have figured sothing out, mustering her courage to ask Loren:

"Big Brother, do you have any Spirit Stones on you?"

"Yes. How many do you need?"

Loren gave a gentle smile. From the little one's expression of grim determination, he seed to understand sothing.

It probably involves her core ability. This is likely the first ti she's displaying her core ability in front of an outsider, so she seems a bit nervous...

Just don't know what the treatnt cost will be...

"The more, the better." Ayla Morningstar said with a serious face.

Loren's smiling expression froze. That expensive?!

Well, after all, it involves a Rule-Based core ability, and probably includes a bit of a confidentiality fee. A reasonable business transaction.

Thinking this, Loren silently nodded.

Under the little one's puzzled gaze, Loren stood up and walked alone to the balcony of the lounge, drawing the curtains.

Then, he returned to the living room, waved his large hand, and took out 2.63 million Spirit Stones from the "Crimson Tear," piling them on the floor.

The massive quantity of Spirit Stones almost instantly filled the living room, reaching up to the ceiling.

The living room turned into a sea of blue.

The little one opened her mouth in surprise. So many Spirit Stones?!

Loren returned to sit beside Ayla Morningstar. Looking at the little one's astonished expression, his mood was extrely pleased.

"Little one, we can begin the treatnt now."