I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 28: Infiltration

"Master, although I'm very happy to rge with you."

"But I still want to ask, I won't have to maintain this state until your infiltration ends, will I?"

The raven's voice echoed in Loren's mind.

"Yes, be quiet."

Loren's appearance had completely transford at this mont.

He wore the face of the unconscious young man.

A top hat sat on his head, a black trench coat draped his body, and heavy combat boots covered his feet.

A white flower was pinned to his chest.

Paired with his youthful, sowhat childish face, the overall effect was quite bizarre.

He looked like a mischievous child who had stolen adult clothes to wear.

Indeed, Loren hadn't changed his outfit.

He still wore the sa attire Loren typically wore.

But it didn't matter.

According to that file, the unconscious young man had dread of becoming an Interstellar Hunter since his youth.

And Loren's outfit represented the most traditional Interstellar Hunter style.

Wild, unrestrained, and combat-ready.

Such attire was perfectly reasonable.

Dressing as his favorite persona for his first job suited a young man full of expectations for the world.

Even if soone noticed sothing odd, Loren would simply snap his fingers when the ti ca.

Fortune could always resolve unexpected troubles.

"Master, would you like to activate Fortune from within you when it's inconvenient for you?"

As Loren walked toward the maximum-security prison, the raven's voice surfaced in his mind again.

"Of course, my psychic partner." Loren nodded slightly.

So this was the benefit of intelligence?

Not bad—the ability gained from this advancent actually proved sowhat useful.

That ant he wouldn't need to snap his fingers repeatedly inside the prison.

Constantly snapping his fingers would seem rather peculiar in certain situations.

After walking a bit longer.

Just as Loren was about to enter the visible range of the prison watchtower.

The raven's voice sounded in his mind.

"Fortune."

Loren paused mid-step, sensing his psychic ability activating.

After carefully assessing his condition, he proceeded forward with confidence.

This state of being blessed by fortune felt no different from when he activated the ability himself.

Whether Loren or the raven triggered it, the ability remained identical, without any variation.

Arriving at the main gate of the maximum-security prison.

Loren gently knocked on the door.

"Hello, I'm here to start my job."

The door opened quickly.

A prison guard scrutinized Loren for a mont before speaking coldly:

"File."

Loren pretended to be sowhat nervous as he handed over the file.

But in reality, Loren remained completely calm inside.

This file belonged to that young man—it was genuine through and through, flawless no matter how closely examined.

As long as no one discovered Loren's disguise, he would successfully deceive them.

After carefully reviewing the file for a while, the guard finally looked up and nodded at Loren:

"Co in, kid Ryan." That was the young man's na.

"Yes, sir."

Loren addressed him very politely and followed behind him into the maximum-security prison.

The prison gate slamd shut heavily behind Loren.

"BANG!" It made an extrely solid closing sound.

Hearing the noise, Loren pretended to be startled by the heavy door sound, casting a "panicked" glance backward.

Loren secretly analyzed the door's construction.

With that thickness and material, his revolver bullets wouldn't easily blast through it.

It seed he'd need to exert so effort to blow open this door when the ti ca.

"Kid Ryan, with such timid nerves, why would your father recomnd you for this place?"

The leading guard noticed Loren's "nervous" deanor and asked disdainfully:

"Uh..."

"Probably thought being here would keep too busy to dream about becoming an Interstellar Hunter."

Loren provided an answer that fit his character profile.

The guard nodded, seemingly accepting this explanation.

"I'm Henry Will. We'll be colleagues from now on, so you can call Henry or Officer Will."

"Don't worry, as long as you behave properly here, nobody will bully you."

"The work environnt and benefits here are quite good, provided you know how to act appropriately."

Hearing this, Loren repeatedly nodded in agreent, playing the role of an obedient newcor.

"Yes! Officer Will!"

The guard leading the way casually waved his hand.

"Kid Ryan, no need to be so formal all the ti, it's unnecessary."

"Nobody cos to inspect this place—we make all the rules ourselves."

Henry Will said with profound aning.

Loren sneered inwardly, but verbally responded:

"Whatever you say, Brother Henry!"

Hearing Loren's form of address, Henry Will glanced back at Ryan.

He nodded with satisfaction, "I like obedient newcors!"

He seed quite pleased with the new recruit's attitude.

Subsequently, Henry Will began walking while introducing various prison facilities and regulations to Loren, the fresh arrival.

Loren followed behind, pretending to diligently morize everything, playing the part of an attentive and compliant new employee.

After covering most essentials.

Henry Will finally told Loren:

"Alright, these are all quite straightforward—you'll pick them up naturally after so ti here."

"Just rember one thing while you're here."

"Whatever you see in this prison, pretend you never saw it!"

"Most importantly, don't talk about it outside—not to anyone, not even your father!"

"Understood, kid Ryan?"

Loren feigned partial comprehension as he nodded.

"Got it! Brother Henry!"

Seeing Loren's sowhat clueless expression, Henry Will didn't elaborate further.

He'd given the warning—if the kid disobeyed, soone would help him rember it.

"Alright, kid, follow ! I'll take you to the dormitory now."

"Since you're new, you get half a day off. Your uniform will arrive tomorrow morning."

"You'll start your shift with first thing tomorrow!"

"Stay put in the dormitory building, no wandering around!"

"If you're hungry, go downstairs to eat."

"Our guards' cafeteria is right next to the dormitory. Return to the dorm imdiately after eating."

Having said this, Henry Will led Loren toward the dormitory building.

Three guards stood posted at the dormitory entrance.

Fully ard, holding the latest model laser rifles available on the black market.

They guarded the dormitory building with extre vigilance.

As Henry brought Loren inside, they specifically scanned Loren with their eyes.

As if morizing his appearance.

After assigning Loren a single room on the fifth floor, Henry left on his own.

Inside the single room.

After the other man departed, Loren pretended to get up and start organizing his room.

He began cleaning the dormitory.

In reality, he was checking whether any surveillance or listening devices had been installed.

Of course, during this pretend cleaning process.

The word "Fortune" periodically echoed in Loren's mind.

Indeed, ever since Loren entered this prison.

The "Fortune" he'd applied to himself had never ceased.

Perhaps because the raven, confined within his body, felt bored—it kept activating the ability at regular intervals.

After cleaning the single room and finding no surveillance devices, Loren felt sowhat surprised.

They trusted him this much??

Well then, he wouldn't hold back.

Thinking this, Loren walked downstairs from the dormitory.

Loren planned to gather so intelligence, then prepare to cause so serious chaos.