I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 62: "Weak" and "Strong"

After Loren fell asleep from exhaustion, the raven cautiously hopped in front of Loren's portable computer.

Its small eyes looked at the computer screen, where a rather ordinary reply was displayed.

I Want to Change the World: "My personal opinion differs from others' understanding. I think it's related to the advancent abilities of psychics."

"As is well known, when we psychics advance, we obtain a new ability."

"And this new ability is based upon the initial ability. It might be strong, it might be weak; it's highly uncertain."

"Also, the new ability is mostly related to what the psychic has been desiring most recently."

"What I want to say is, if a psychic, at the mont of advancent, intensely desires 'strength,' will they obtain a powerful new ability?"

"Similarly, if they advance during a life-or-death crisis, will the new ability beco even more powerful?"

"Actually, I don't know the answer to this question. It's just a guess, but let's first assu this guess is correct."

"Then, must we psychics maintain a certain degree of 'weakness' in order to beco 'strong'?"

"Especially at that mont of advancent."

"If a psychic also cultivates other systems, do they cease to be 'weak' at the mont of advancent?"

"Because they've cultivated other systems, sotis they no longer rely so heavily on the psychic ability itself, and are no longer truly 'desirous' of it."

"I think this is why the oldest generation of psychics no longer cultivated other systems—to maintain 'weakness,' thereby developing sufficiently powerful new abilities, thus creating 'miracles'."

"Personal opinion, hahahaha... If you don't like it, don't fla ... I'm done talking, logging off to go do a mission."

The upvotes on this reply were actually not high, and its ranking was very low.

Otherwise, Loren wouldn't have spent nearly 20 hours to find it.

Below this reply were also many dissenting opinions.

Forum Troll Just Wants to Vent: "OP's idea is nice. Downvoted."

Always Wants Sothing for Nothing: "So imaginative, how co you're not Legendary yet?"

I Am the Truth: "Verdict: OP is an old scher. He definitely wants to trick everyone into experiencing life-or-death crises while he peacefully advances in secret."

Everything is Probability: "Has so rit, but regarding life-or-death crises, any superhuman from any system who survives one can beco stronger. It's not unique."

Today I Must Also Strive to Live: "OP, may I ask, have you obtained a powerful new ability? Or are you simply trying to trick everyone to their deaths?"

The portable computer's screen also happened to go dark just as the raven finished reading this part.

The raven tilted its little head, stared at the blackened screen, and began to ponder...

Is this the truth given by "Fortune"?

The raven tilted its little head and thought for a while, then turned thoughtfully to look at Loren's sleeping face.

"Never mind. To beco stronger, I'll just have to make my dear master suffer a bit more..."

The raven flew to the other side of the bed, silently opened its own portable computer, and its little claws began dancing rapidly across the screen.

It seed to be searching for sothing...

The screen under its little claws displayed, "The Federation's One Hundred Dangerous Challenges You Must Do."

After morizing these one hundred challenges with its little brain, the raven began searching again on the portable computer.

The portable computer's screen continuously displayed the information it clawed up.

"The Federation's Top Ten Absolutely Dangerous Places, Ultimate Forbidden Lands!!"

"The Federation's Most Dangerous Prohibitions, Violate One and Get Wanted Across the Entire Federation!"

"The Most Dangerous Cult Organizations Within the Federation."

"Absolutely Dangerous Figures Within the Jadeite Star Domain?! Unassailable Authority!"

...

It was noon by the ti the raven stopped its claw-based searching.

After morizing everything, the raven let out a satisfied sigh.

"These should be enough for Master to reach the Ninth Tier. With so effort, they might even be enough for Legendary..."

After sighing, the raven opened the Interstellar Hunter Forum and resud being a qualified "internet-addicted creature."

"Master was right, the people on the forum are so interesting to talk to..."

However, just a short while later, the raven started passionately flaming people on the forum again.

Its little claws slid frantically across the bulletproof-grade screen, the input speed was incredibly exaggerated...

The sound of claws tapping the screen disturbed the sleeping Loren.

Loren subconsciously rolled over, turning his back to the raven.

Seeing this, the raven quietly slowed its flaming speed, and the sound of claws hitting the screen beca much softer...

Evening.

Loren, who had rested the entire day, woke up in bed.

The first thing he did after waking was pick up his portable computer.

After lighting up the screen, he carefully read that reply symbolizing the truth.

Five minutes later, Loren put down the portable computer.

Staring at the lounge ceiling, he murmured to himself, "So this is the truth?"

"A certain 'weakness' for psychics is for the sake of 'strength'."

Loren couldn't help but recall in his mind the ti he first awakened his ability.

In a dark corner of the slums, the stench of garbage was everywhere.

A severely injured seventeen-year-old youth, leaning against a pile of garbage, was on the verge of death.

Beneath his emaciated body was a large pool of his own blood.

The youth angrily clenched his fist and pounded the ground with force.

Splashing up the crimson blood from the ground, like a ferocious blood-red flower.

Amidst the flower of splashed blood.

The youth roared out his final resentnt and despair.

"Is this my fate? Sorry, I refuse!!!"

Thinking of this, Loren forcefully shook his head, clearing the images from his mind.

He calmly got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Inside the bathroom, the burnt sll from yesterday's incinerated intelligence still lingered.

After quickly washing up, Loren walked out of the bathroom door and arrived at the entrance of the lounge.

He put on his overcoat and donned his top hat.

Facing the mirror, he carefully adjusted his top hat.

With a gentle wave towards the raven.

The raven lightly flew onto his shoulder.

Opening the door, one man and one raven walked out.

"Master, are we going to the casino tonight?"

"Yes, barring any accidents, we should have gone yesterday."

Taking the elevator calmly down to the first-floor lobby, the lobby in the evening was still bustling with crowds.

Then, Loren sensed soone was staring at him.

Loren looked in the direction the gaze was coming from.

His gaze swept past the reception window and Daisy Wendy Benjamin, realizing it was indeed her who had been staring at him.

Loren raised his right hand and gently tipped his hat in greeting.

"Good evening, Ms. Daisy."

Afterwards, Loren strode out of the first-floor lobby.

Into the darkness outside...