I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 229: Devouring!

After Hans left the room.

Loren turned his head to survey the bedroom on the starship and nodded with considerable satisfaction.

Although limited by the starship's area, this bedroom wasn't large, but the room was fully equipped with all necessary facilities.

A tidy large bed, a computer desk, and on the desktop sat a sowhat old, large computer.

A bright, clean bathroom, complete with a decently sized bathtub.

Quite thoughtfully placed at the bathroom entrance were a fully automatic washing machine and a sowhat old-looking Cross-Star-Domain Signal Receiver...

Wait??!

An old Cross-Star-Domain Signal Receiver??!

They even have this thing?! Is that reasonable?!

Staring at this Cross-Star-Domain Signal Receiver, Loren was extrely surprised. He quickly walked up and examined this technological creation half a person tall in detail.

This was clearly a Cross-Star-Domain Signal Receiver assembled from scrap parts.

Loren silently pulled out his portable computer from his chest pocket and logged into the Interstellar Hunter Forum.

Then, he fell into an eerie silence.

It actually works...

"Master, I have a feeling you've encountered another rather dangerous individual..." Raven's voice also held a note of surprise.

Unlike the rough Loren, the wise Raven was different.

As a being currently studying "Federation Network Technology: From Beginner to Master," it was the one who best understood the true value contained within this Cross-Star-Domain Signal Receiver...

The other party used a pile of scrap parts scavenged from junkyards and Spirit Stones obtained through robbery to create one of the Federation's most cutting-edge technological creations...

"This is a true genius-level individual, Master! I suggest you gift them a Revolver..."

For the first ti, Raven offered its own suggestion regarding soone Loren intended to "gift a Revolver" to.

"Also, you idiot Master, that cha fragnt you gave them... I have a premonition it will bring imnse trouble to the Federation..."

"And sothing that dangerous, don't just give it away casually! It could accidentally affect a lot of people!!"

"Shut up, stupid bird, you're too noisy." Loren stopped Raven's muttering in his mind.

Then, Loren silently put away his portable computer and thought sowhat dazedly:

It seems I really did accidentally invest in an incredible fellow...

That's just fantastic...

Decaying Federation, the big surprise I sent you seems to have just doubled...

If not handled carefully, it could completely bury you...

After snapping back to reality, Loren directly walked out of the room.

Releasing his ntal energy, he found Hans in a room on the starship piled high with various parts and instrunts.

Loren summoned Raven, directly plucked a feather, and threw it to him.

"And this is?" Hans, who was studying the cha fragnt, looked up and asked.

"Your Superhuman Tier is a bit low. This Revolver is for your protection. A Psychic Ability weapon, it evolves by feeding it Spirit Stones, and only you can use it."

"Perhaps you prefer chanical creations and don't have ti to cultivate yourself. But this Revolver can compensate for your shortcomings quite well."

After Loren finished speaking, the Black Feather in the other's hand shimred with light and transford into a sowhat old-looking revolver.

The gun body was predominantly black, and on the slender barrel were several rust-like, peculiar patterns.

At the most distinctive cylinder position, several "small flowers ford by the interweaving of rust and bright crimson" were engraved.

This clearly extraordinary Psychic Ability weapon, Hans liked it at first sight.

The revolver's appearance also suited his aesthetic quite well; he particularly liked the inherent rust marks on it...

Gently stroking this old revolver, he asked sowhat puzzled:

"Why give such a precious thing again?"

Hearing this, Loren raised his hand and snapped his fingers, dispelling the Pure White Mask's disguise and revealing his true appearance.

That gentleman in a black coat, with a white flower pinned to his chest and wearing a hat, had returned.

Loren, having revealed his true face, looked at Hans, who was sowhat surprised by his changed appearance, and said with a smile:

"Soone as interesting as you, I'm quite looking forward to your future."

"So, don't die."

"No matter how far you go in the future, rember, my na is Las Loren."

"I once sincerely hoped you would reach great heights and bring a bit of different fun to this Star Realm..."

With those words spoken, Loren lightly tipped his hat and turned to leave.

Left alone in the workshop, Hans watched Loren's gradually receding back and remained silent in thought.

Seems I've encountered a rather special big shot... Hans silently thought to himself.

After a while.

Hans silently put away the revolver in his hand and gently placed it inside his coat.

A big shot's expectations and goodwill? Feels like it's the first ti soone has valued ... What a strange feeling...

Hans silently shook his head, calming his sowhat restless heart, and continued burying himself in studying that small cha fragnt.

Anticipate it freely, Mr. Loren...

My footsteps will not stop beneath that garbage dump filled with the stench of decay...

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After leaving Hans's cluttered workshop, Loren returned to the previous room, sat on the large bed, and began his daily ditation, making preparations in advance for his advancent to Legendary Rank...

After three hours of deep ditation.

Loren, who had been sitting cross-legged on the large bed, opened his eyes once more.

"Raven, ti to eat Spirit Stones."

After saying this, Loren waved his hand and took out 5 million Spirit Stones from the Spatial Ring on his finger, piling them on the floor of the room.

The reason Loren didn't take out 10 million Spirit Stones all at once wasn't because he needed to keep so to repay the Interstellar Hunter Association loan, but because the bedroom was only this big, and the floor could only hold this many Spirit Stones.

"As you command, my dear Master!"

Raven imdiately released its Possession State, flew onto the pile of Spirit Stones in the room, and opened its small beak.

A small vortex appeared in the bird's beak, and Raven diligently began devouring the Spirit Stones.

20 minutes later.

The 5 million Spirit Stones on the floor were completely devoured.

"Can you still devour more?" Loren looked at Raven, which had already swollen into a ball, and asked sowhat hesitantly.

"Yes! Today, I will challenge my limit!" Raven, half-lying on the ground, boasted.

Loren said nothing, rely waved his hand and released another 5 million Spirit Stones, tilting his head and watching Raven expectantly.

Struggling to get up, Raven, sowhat suffering from indigestion from the massive amount of Spirit Stones, opened its beak once more.

The small vortex reappeared, and the devouring began again.

30 minutes later.

The 5 million Spirit Stones on the floor were once again completely devoured.

And by this ti, Raven was already hard to recognize as having a bird-like shape.

On the floor of the room, only a bizarre, enormous black sphere remained, one still covered in black feathers.

"Master! I declare! My digestive capacity has advanced again!!" An excited voice ca from inside the sphere.

Loren chuckled lightly.

"Not bad, Raven, quite capable."

Loren walked over to the huge sphere and reached out to stroke the black orb.

This form has a pretty good feel to it...

"It tickles! What are you doing?! Master!" Another voice ca from inside the sphere, the tone sowhat puzzled.

Hearing this, Loren silently stopped his hands and voluntarily initiated the Possession State to help Raven digest.

Wanted to stroke it a bit longer, what a pity... Loren thought with so regret.