I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 187: Old Friend

anwhile, high above this earthen sphere, the devil from the Abyss watched the scene leisurely, his hands casually clasped together, standing aloof as if enjoying a particularly fine spectacle.

Even though his business partner was currently in a perilous situation, he showed absolutely no intention of intervening.

The devil's actions once again confird people's stereotypes about devils: do not trust a devil's character, for their terrifying bodies flow with blood mixed from betrayal and conspiracy.

"You seem quite at ease, Mr. Devil."

A figure radiating with the glow of advancent quietly appeared not far from the devil, politely greeting him.

The broad black wings behind this figure also emitted a faint radiance, quite dazzling against the night sky.

"You misunderstand, unknown sir."

"I was waiting for your interruption. Ever since I first arrived in the Star Realm, I noticed you seed to harbor a rather peculiar interest in ."

The devil responded with considerable elegance.

"Such keen perception. Are all devils like this?" Loren lightly tipped his hat, signaling his arrival.

"Not at all. I am rely very curious why I sense the danger of downfall on a human who hasn't even reached the Legendary Tier."

The devil also gave a slight nod to Loren, reciprocating his hat-tipping gesture.

Bizarrely, the two figures confronting each other in the night sky began to chat as if they were old friends reuniting after many years.

Even more bizarre was that the aura unconsciously emanating from both of them felt strikingly similar.

"Care to give it a try?" Loren asked with a smile.

"Of course, I enjoy novel things," the devil replied, also smiling.

As the devil's magnetic and enticing voice faded, the battle between the two began.

The devil's three-ter-tall figure vanished strangely.

The next instant, he appeared behind Loren, extending the slender index finger of his right hand to gently tap at Loren's wing.

A cluster of black energy coalesced on the sharp nail of that index finger.

Loren turned his head with a smile, his wings behind him giving a slight flap, instantly putting distance between himself and the devil's extended finger.

"Pardon , but are you going easy on , Mr. Devil? At this level, I can't perceive any danger..."

Loren's figure appeared in another part of the night sky. He turned calmly and asked the devil.

"My apologies. I rely wished to capture you and take you back to the Abyss for a thorough study. I shall be serious now."

With that, the devil removed the silk black robe adorned with pale patterns that enveloped his body. Using a nail, he slit open a spatial rift, gently placed his robe inside, and revealed the combat attire beneath.

Underneath the robe was a remarkably well-fitted, lightweight leather armor. A strange energy, akin to flowing magma, coursed over the dark red leather.

Although in so people's understanding, devils are beings fond of toying with souls. In reality, a devil's body is their most powerful weapon.

A race capable of contending with the demons of the Abyss naturally possesses physical prowess of an exaggerated degree.

Both physical and magical aptitudes are strengths of the devils. Any race that can dominate the Star Realm must have no obvious weaknesses.

"Unknown sir, I would be quite saddened if you were to die," the devil tilted his head, emitting a series of cracking sounds.

"I think you should worry about yourself first, Mr. Devil."

"Here's a little gift for you. I hope you like it."

Loren also quietly activated his Seventh Ability—Fate's Gift at this mont.

A wisp of extrely minor Fortune was attached by Loren onto the devil. Subsequently, a tiny point of light, perceptible only to Loren, appeared on the devil's body.

With the Raven's assistance, a massive amount of Misfortune was poured onto the devil.

The devil, who was just about to make a move, frowned. He sensed the mana within his body being consud in vast quantities.

"It seems this is the danger I perceived," the devil chuckled lightly, then transford into a sky full of black bats, dissipating into nothingness.

Seeing this, Loren's expression instantly turned serious. He felt the ability he had just activated had lost its target.

After the opponent transford into countless bats, the massive amount of Misfortune instantly returned to a state Loren could manipulate, perfectly intact.

Loren knew his ability had been countered by the other party.

The sky full of black bats gathered once more in the night sky, reforming into that devil.

"Did you enjoy my little spell, unknown sir?"

After teasing Loren, his figure vanished strangely again, moving at a speed invisible to the naked eye to appear before Loren. He extended a large hand, aiming to grasp Loren's entire body.

Loren's black wings behind him flapped forcefully, propelling him backward and evading the devil's broad palm.

He had no interest in comparing physical strength with a devil of the Legendary Tier.

Thanks to Ayla Morningstar's enhancent of Loren's physique, the speed of the black wings on his back had been boosted by more than a little, at least enough to allow him to calmly evade attacks launched by a Legendary-tier devil.

Fortunately, the devil race is not renowned in the Star Realm for their "speed," but rather for their bizarre and varied thods.

During the evasion process, Loren activated his Seventh Ability again, disrupting the devil's attack rhythm.

As another wisp of Fortune descended, Loren quietly recited in his heart, "A gift for you."

Imdiately afterward, a large amount of Misfortune was once again attached to the devil's body.

The devil chuckled lightly, transford again into a sky full of black bats, and broke Loren's ability's lock on him.

After his figure coalesced again, the devil did not approach Loren. Instead, he extended his slender index finger, pointed at Loren, and activated his innate spell.

"Soul Disintegration."

A dim red light shot from the devil's fingertip, heading straight for Loren's location.

"Master, dodge quickly!" the Raven reminded in his mind.

In truth, there was no need for the Raven's reminder. The mont Loren saw the devil raise his index finger, he had already prepared to evade, his figure swiftly putting distance between them.

As that red light sped toward him, Loren instantly activated his first ability.

A massive amount of Misfortune was attached by Loren onto that dim red light.

Soon, that Soul Disintegration spell, on its path toward Loren, was rcilessly disintegrated by the vast amount of Misfortune.

"Oh? That easily?" The devil, seeing his innate spell neutralized, showed a trace of curiosity.

Even with his vast experience, he was sowhat surprised by Loren's thods.

A devil's life is long, nearly eternal, allowing them to encounter many enemies in their lifeti.

Yet even so, he could not comprehend how his innate spell could be so easily neutralized by the other party.

One must know that even demons from the Abyss and dragons of the sa tier would find such an attack sowhat troubleso to deal with.

"I am growing more and more curious about you now, interesting sir."