I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 412: Misunderstanding and Game!

After walking out of that large natural graveyard with no walls at all, Loren stood on a small path overgrown with wild grass, looked up at the stars in the night sky, and remained silent for a long ti.

This used to be a wide road trampled by the residents of the slums.

Now, as the slum's population grew smaller and smaller, the road leading to that naless graveyard was also growing narrower and narrower.

It seed like everyone's lives were getting better and better along with the reopening of the Spirit Stone Deposits.

But at the sa ti, it also seed like they had forgotten so things...

Loren stared at the starry sky, slightly lost in thought.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Raven's questioning voice sounded in his mind.

"Humans really are good at forgetting, aren't they."

"Are you blaming them, Master?" There was a hint of lancholy in Raven's tone.

Just then.

Loren's head, still gazing at the endless starry sky, unexpectedly shook.

"Now that I have the blessing of my Legendary ability, I can gradually understand their helplessness too."

"Not everyone can be as crazy as . They still have precious things to hold onto."

"And that is precisely what makes them weak."

"At the sa ti, the insignificance of their own power leaves them unsure of who to seek revenge against."

Having said this, Loren shook his head gently again before continuing:

"Humans are ignorant and selfish, but also complex and beautiful."

"And the most interesting part is that humanity's longing for beauty makes them, intentionally or not, squeeze others' survival resources within a flawed system."

"Everyone wants to beco better, yet the world becos worse because of it."

"This world has beco a place of zero-sum gas."

"The most ironic thing is that they seem to have gotten used to it, and have been doing so all along."

"Everyone knows that the Federation shouldn't be like this."

"But the Federation has indeed beco like this."

"Most people are waiting for heroes and sages to appear, so they can undergo transformation without too much pain."

"But heroes and sages are only a minority."

"And many heroes and sages change their original ideals as their status and position shift."

"Civilization has stopped here."

"It seems like everyone's fate has stopped here too."

"Everyone has gotten used to places like the slums producing misfortune."

"They've also gotten used to the powerful getting more resources."

"My Legendary ability tells that humans are clearly a race with infinite possibilities."

"Unfortunately, they stopped here..."

"I can gradually faintly see their fate now—see their confusion, their helplessness, their hopes..."

At so point, Loren's tone had gradually beco frenzied.

"Raven."

"I will take charge of everyone's fate!"

"I will establish a perfect order of freedom!"

"Civilization does not belong to the minority!"

"I want to see more vivid souls, to bring so special change to this Star Realm!"

"Hope, or destruction!"

"They should make a choice!!"

"Everyone should make their own choice! No one can escape!!!"

As his voice fell, the very air seed to freeze for a mont.

Soon, Raven's questioning voice rang out again in Loren's mind.

"So, Master, you... want to change this Star Realm?"

Hearing this, Loren's expression suddenly froze, and he tilted his head and said:

"No, you misunderstood. I just want to kill so people."

After a pause, Loren's tone turned eerie as he continued:

"Besides, why would you have such a big misunderstanding about your dear master?"

Raven: "..."

Give back my emotions, you bastard!

Clearly, Loren's bluntness left Raven at a loss for words.

Just then.

A unfamiliar figure leisurely walked out from the end of the overgrown path.

"Yo!"

"That was quite a terrifying speech. I can't just pretend I didn't hear that, Mr. Loren."

Loren withdrew his gaze from the starry sky, calmly looked at the figure at the end of the overgrown path, and spoke softly:

"eting with just a doppelganger? Are you that afraid of ?"

The unfamiliar figure walked up to Loren, gave him a slight nod, and then smiled:

"Of course, Mr. Loren."

"I think anyone with a little common sense wouldn't willingly appear within the range of a rule-system Legendary Psychic's ability, right?"

Hearing this, Loren looked at the other party with considerable disdain.

"I don't care if you're from the Resistance or the Federation."

"Don't bother ."

"And say goodbye to this doppelganger of yours."

As his words fell, countless ethereal threads woven from Fortune and Misfortune descended directly from the void!

In an instant!

They coiled around the unfamiliar figure!

"Boom!"

The unfamiliar figure exploded on the spot into a cloud of blood mist!

The energy, spirit, flesh, and even thoughts within the other party had all co under Loren's control just now.

That was clearly not a good thing...

As Loren cleanly disposed of this reckless figure, a fearless laugh once again echoed from the end of the overgrown path:

"Truly a terrifying ability, Mr. Loren."

"But my real body seems to be perfectly fine."

"It looks like the only flaw in your ability is that you can't launch ultra-long-range attacks."

The unfamiliar figure appeared again.

This figure looked exactly the sa as the one Loren had just annihilated, even wearing the exact sa clothes.

"Boom!"

The next mont, this newly appeared unfamiliar figure exploded without warning again!

Countless ethereal golden and black threads swayed in the wind at the spot where the blood mist had burst.

"Heh!" Loren let out a light laugh.

He liked this ga. It was just like "Whack-a-Mole."

Just then.

Another familiar figure strode quickly from the end of the overgrown path!

"I ca to give you the special pardon!!! Don't mov—"

"Boom!"

Before the words could even finish!

Another cloud of freshly exploded blood mist appeared!

This familiar figure had walked toward the sa end as the previous two...

Then, Loren continued to look at the end of the overgrown path and smiled faintly.

"Sorry, just muscle mory."

"You won't mind, will you?"

Loren's tone was extrely mischievous, even carrying a hint of anticipation.

Clearly, Loren really did love this ga of "Whack-a-Mole."

Having grown up in the slums, he had only seen the "Whack-a-Mole gas" in amusent parks and arcades from the books he'd scavenged as a child.

He had long wanted to play...