I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 225: A Vulgar New Image

After a long silence.

"Mr. Loren, the coffee is about to get cold..."

Akahiti retracted the smile from her face, looking sowhat pained as she gazed at the coffee cup on the table.

Hearing this, Loren also silently looked at the coffee cup on the table.

Sothing this delicious was not at fault...

So, he gently picked up the coffee cup from the table, savoring it carefully, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

One minute later, Loren set down the empty coffee cup.

"Where is that prison?"

"Federation Third Prison," Akahiti said softly.

"The commission target, where do I need to bring him to?"

"Just deliver him to the smuggling organization in the Radiant Flow Star Domain."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Madam Akahiti."

Loren gave his hat a slight lift and directly turned to walk towards the door.

"You are welco to co again next ti, Mr. Loren."

Akahiti sat quietly inside this café nad "Sloth's Spring," watching Loren's departing back, revealing a leisurely and content smile.

......

After walking out of the café, Loren arrived on that sowhat secluded street.

He strolled leisurely down the street, recalling everything that had just happened inside the café.

Every detail that occurred, every sentence spoken, flashed through his mind.

That Madam Akahiti Wei Moxi gave him a rather strange feeling...

"Master, what are you thinking..." Raven's voice sounded in Loren's mind.

"What do you think of that Madam Akahiti?" Loren asked Raven telepathically.

"A powerful individual without malicious intent..." Raven replied.

"......"

Loren continued walking in silence.

He subconsciously took out his Federation Coin and tossed it into the air.

"Will that Madam Akahiti cause any unfavorable influence? If yes, heads."

Along with Loren's silent recitation, the coin fell back into his hand.

Tails! No.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief and put away the coin in his hand.

A strange person...

"Forget it, we'll deal with it later..." Loren sighed softly.

Next, Loren took out that brand new Spatial Ring, put it on his finger, focused his ntal energy, and retrieved the pure white mask stored inside the ring.

He examined the pure white mask in his hand. The mask had no decorations; apart from its sowhat special texture, it showed no distinctive features.

After studying it for a long while, he realized the pure white mask likely required ntal energy to activate.

The inherently cautious Loren once again took out his Federation Coin and tossed it into the air.

"Is the mask in my hand harmless to ? If yes, heads."

The coin fell, heads!

Harmless to Loren.

Having obtained the precise answer, Loren this ti confidently enveloped the mask in his hand with his ntal energy.

The mont Loren's ntal energy made contact with the pure white mask, the mask transford into countless white points of light, attaching to Loren's entire body, continuously flowing...

Perceiving the miraculous change of the pure white mask, a clear understanding arose in his heart...

[Imagine a new image of yourself in your mind.]

His Ninth Ability—"Guidance of Fate"—activated autonomously once again, informing Loren about the usage of the "pure white mask."

Noticing the consumption of energy and ntal power within him, Loren shook his head gently.

Actually, I would have figured it out myself if it hadn't activated...

After silently complaining in his heart, Loren contemplated his new image.

Hmm... Since I can avoid exposing my identity, it's better to create an image completely different from my usual self...

Thinking this, the image of a "weathered man" surfaced in Loren's mind.

Need sharply sculpted facial features, preferably with a small knife scar on the face for accent...

Add a gold chain to enhance the vibe a bit...

Hmm, for physique, it's best to be a few centiters taller than my original body...

Right, add so muscle too; my physical strength can pass for a Martial Artist.

Great, the new persona for the prison break is ready...

Overlay Fortune and use the physical body to fight; the Security Bureau folks probably won't recognize ...

As for Psychic Abilities, the most distinctive ones can't be used...

Like, "Crossroads of Fate," and "Fate's Gift," and the flight ability...

Uh... seems like the most distinctive abilities are the ones I use frequently...

Forget it, if a troubleso strong opponent appears and I accidentally use these abilities, I'll just have to eliminate everyone who sees them...

For clothes, just the most common black hoodie...

I'm only using it once anyway, no need to be too serious...

For pants, set them as the simplest blue jeans...

Shoes, hmm... then the most ordinary white sneakers!

After Loren finished constructing his new image in his mind, he used his ntal energy to transmit this image into the white points of light attached to his body.

Soon, Loren's entire body emitted a sowhat dim white light.

After the flash of light.

A tall and burly bald muscular man appeared on this quiet street.

With chiseled facial features and a small knife scar on his left cheek, it added a touch of fierce ruggedness to Loren.

The utterly ordinary black hoodie, filled out by his robust physique, looked sowhat tight.

An exaggeratedly sized tal necklace hung naturally outside the black hoodie...

The loose blue jeans on his legs also appeared sowhat bulky.

The only normal item, the white sneakers, had also been adaptively adjusted by that semi-divine artifact to the largest shoe size due to his tall stature.

After the transformation was complete, Loren scanned his new image with his ntal energy, then fell into an eerie silence.

Why does it feel like a gangster thug...

Forget it, it's precisely this tacky image that won't arouse suspicion from powerful individuals...

At most, it'll just get more double-takes, be more eye-catching...

Who could imagine that beneath this image of a low-level gang mber lies a dangerous Rule-Based Psychic?

Yes, this is the image! I'm satisfied!

"Master, this image of yours is so ugly!" Raven's disdainful words dropped.

Loren: "......"

Shut up, stupid bird! I finally convinced myself to accept this image!

"Compared to us being cornered by the Security Bureau with a large number of powerful individuals, which one would you choose?" Loren asked darkly.

"What I an is, couldn't you choose a more normal-looking image? Master..."

"A tackier image is less likely to be associated with our true identity," Loren explained righteously and earnestly.

"Is that so? But why do I feel like you, Master, simply find it troubleso and don't want to conceive a new image..."

"Shut up! Stupid bird! I am the master!! What I say goes!!"