I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 226: Thoughtful

Finally, under Loren's uncompromising attitude, Raven reluctantly accepted this tacky new appearance, only muttering quietly in its mind:

"Master, I must remind you, as an adult human male, if your aesthetic sense doesn't keep up, you won't gain mating rights from the opposite sex..."

Loren: "..."

It has to be said, as a bird, you worry about too many things...

Loren ignored the suggestion offered by Raven and continued adapting to his new image as he pleased.

He began adjusting his walking gait according to the walking postures of those bottom-tier gang mbers from his mory.

While adjusting his walking posture, Loren also coordinated the muscles throughout his body, striving to ensure his new image wouldn't show any flaws.

After carefully adjusting for a minute.

A muscular, bald-headed tough guy who swayed his head while walking was born.

The tal necklace around his neck also clinked with tallic collisions accompanying Loren's exaggerated walking style.

Simultaneously, after finishing the walking posture adjustnt, Loren also tried imitating the speaking styles of those bottom-tier gang mbers from his mory.

"Yo! Friend! Need so contraband? The kind that'll send you straight to heaven!"

A sowhat rough, deep voice erged from Loren's throat.

Loren froze for two seconds. This wasn't his original voice.

Interesting, it can even change my voice...

"Yo! As expected of a Demigod artifact, the effect is freaking aweso!!"

Loren said with extre exaggeration while also making a sowhat hip-hop hand gesture.

His right index and ring fingers were bent, while the other three fingers remained naturally extended. Maintaining this gesture with his right hand, he placed it naturally on his chest, swaying it exaggeratedly back and forth...

Clearly, Loren was already sowhat imrsed in it; this was a novel experience.

"Master! Please, I'm begging you, just be a normal person..." Raven's voice sounded again in his mind.

It was already starting to have trouble enduring its master's "bizarre" behavior.

"Yo! Raven! That's how all those gang mbers talk! My disguise is freaking aweso!!"

Raven: "..."

Sister Annie Bell, save , Master's condition actually never improved at all...

"Yo! Little Raven! If we keep this up, those Security Bureau guys will absolutely never recognize us!"

"Yo! Yo! My disguise is freaking aweso!"

Loren continued maintaining this unique way of speaking. Being cautious, he felt it was best to keep talking like this during this period.

"I'm starting to hate my Wisdom. Master, you should pay for psychological treatnt!!"

Raven's voice sounded sowhat desperate.

"Yo! Talking like that really hurts my feelings, Raven!" Loren's scarred face revealed a "kind" smile.

Raven: "..."

The voice in his mind did not sound again, sinking into a long silence.

After noticing Raven had fallen silent, Loren also put away his exaggerated performance, silently thinking:

"This feeling of letting go of inhibitions... it feels like it could easily beco addictive..."

However, this thought was only fleeting.

Soon, he imrsed himself again in his flamboyant performance.

Letting go once feels great; letting go all the ti feels great all the ti!

5 minutes later.

Gradually familiar with his new image, Loren finally swayed his head as he walked out of the street, his right hand occasionally making a hip-hop gesture.

A flawless disguise was born...

anwhile, inside the "Sloth's Spring" café in the distance, that lady with the gentle temperant, upon sensing the absurd scene on the street, silently held her forehead.

"The Ferros Family really shouldn't have given you that mask..."

A pleasant yet disdainful voice softly echoed within this retro café.

And so, Loren, sporting his brand-new image, swayed his head as he walked out of this street...

After exiting the street, Loren noticed a sowhat short figure standing in the middle of the road, seemingly waiting specifically for him.

A sowhat shabby robot stood in the middle of the road, its body several dozen centiters tall still bearing mottled rust marks.

Seeing this, Loren swayed his head as he swaggered forward, asking arrogantly:

"Yo! Rusty guy, looking for this master here for sothing?"

"...Hello, commission... help... destination, please... follow... ..." a sowhat intermittent, grating chanical voice sounded.

After saying this, the shabby robot turned and walked into the darkness.

Loren sized up this strange robot. Seeing it looked like it was about to fall apart, he silently followed.

It's been a long ti since I encountered such a considerate client...

One hour later.

After following this dilapidated robot through nurous twists and turns in the city's remote alleys, Loren arrived outside a rather massive garbage dump.

Standing outside this garbage dump, Loren silently held his breath.

Even soone like him, who grew up in the Slums, found this mixed odor a bit too stimulating...

anwhile, the dilapidated robot silently walked to the edge of the dump and used its rusty chanical hand to move aside a pile of garbage.

On the ground, a square piece of black tal was revealed, fitting seamlessly with the surrounding ground, resembling a hidden door.

Then, the dilapidated robot knocked on that square black tal on the ground with a specific pattern.

3 seconds later.

That square piece of black tal popped up from the ground, revealing a passage with steps.

The bald-headed Loren gazed at this sowhat bizarre scene without uttering a word.

He was holding his breath; it wasn't convenient to speak.

Soon, a figure wearing a breathing mask erged from the passage.

Upon seeing Loren's new image, the person also froze for a mont.

Especially after glancing at the tal necklace around Loren's neck, they directly turned to look at the dilapidated robot beside them.

"Shouldn't you get maintenance? Are you sure you didn't bring the wrong person??" A sowhat sleazy voice ca from under the breathing mask.

"No... mistake... that... ti... period... only he... one... human... walked... out..." The intermittent, grating chanical voice sounded.

After hearing the dilapidated robot's report, the person with the breathing mask turned to look at Loren, asking with a hesitant and conflicted voice:

"May I ask, what commission did you accept?"

"Yo! A jailbreak commission." Loren covered his nose and said quickly.