I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?

Chapter 406: Strong Spirits

Actually, this couldn't entirely be blamed on Loren.

He genuinely had no idea this time.

After all, as a pure-blooded human, it was really hard for him to understand the complex expression on a minotaur's face.

Let alone deciphering the resentful gaze tinged with fear in the other's eyes.

This was a bit too much to ask of Loren.

In the Federation, some scholars had coined a term for this phenomenon—"Xenomorphic Face Blindness Syndrome."

From this, it was clear that this kind of minor misunderstanding was hardly an isolated case...

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Federal Calendar 7708, December 31st, early evening.

Inside the Illusionary Night's Dream tavern, located halfway up the mountain in the City of Canbera—where half its buildings had already been destroyed.Loren, relying on his robust physique, finally stood up from the indoor hot spring where he had soaked all day.

Having dozed off beside the hot spring for the entire day, he had barely satisfied his craving for a long bath.

Completely naked, he stood in the spring and lazily stretched his body.

Then, still bare, he let out a yawn.

He really did love this small hot spring.

After yawning, Loren, with his well-built muscles, stepped out of the hot spring and headed toward the large bed in this shareholder's lounge...

He was going to sleep some more—this time, on a soft, plush bed.

"Ahh... comfortable!"

Flopping onto the bed, Loren let out a soft sigh before naturally closing his eyes.

At that moment, Raven, who occupied the other side of the bed, stopped using its claws to operate the portable computer. It looked up at Loren, who had already fallen fast asleep.

A flicker of doubt appeared in Raven's eyes.

Why did it feel like every time his master advanced in rank, he became sleepier...

Could it be because the advancement was too rapid?

After a long pause.

Unable to find an answer, Raven shook its head and resumed working the portable computer with its claws.

Having not touched a portable computer for nearly a month, its "internet addiction" had reached a fever pitch.

There were no technological marvels like "Cross-Star-Domain Signal Receivers" in the endless snowy forest...

Fortunately, the Illusionary Night's Dream tavern, due to certain intelligence needs, had specially equipped itself with this pinnacle of Federation technology.

Having arrived in the Beastkin Star Domain for so long, this was the first time it could play with a portable computer...

Accompanied by Loren's steady breathing, Raven once again immersed itself in the vast world of the Federation Network, voraciously enriching its "Wisdom."

...

A quiet night passed without incident.

Federal Calendar 7709, January 1st, early morning.

After sleeping for a full day and night, Loren naturally opened his eyes on the large bed.

"Good morning, Master! Happy birthday!"

"Mmm." Loren replied softly, then began staring blankly at the ceiling.

Having reached the "advanced age" of 24, he was clearly still in some sort of mental void.

Ten minutes later.

The state of mental emptiness ended.

Loren got out of bed and put on the clothes he had discarded on the carpet.

After dressing meticulously, piece by piece, he solemnly put on the elegant hat resting on the nightstand.

Once fully dressed, he smiled in satisfaction and raised his hand to snap his fingers crisply.

"Raven, time to head out."

Hearing Loren's call, Raven quickly grabbed the portable computer under its claws and flew toward its master's shoulder.

"Yes, my dear master."

Loren reached out, took the portable computer from under Raven's claws, and stored it in the "Crimson Tear"...

The man and the raven exchanged a glance.

"Let's go." Loren nodded.

"Mmm, Master, we're heading back to the Dusk Star Domain." Raven's tone was unexpectedly calm.

Hearing this, Loren smiled and lifted his foot, walking toward the door of the shareholder's lounge.

At the door, he turned his head and looked back at the indoor hot spring inside the room.

"I'll miss you."

With those words, he calmly turned his head, reached out to open the door, and strode out...

Inside the room, the indoor hot spring still billowed with enticing steam.

Comfort and laziness were not wrong.

But for some Superhumans, they were a poison that slowly eroded and decayed them.

...

In the lobby of the Illusionary Night's Dream tavern.

Having left the shareholder's lounge, Loren walked calmly to the front of the bar counter.

At that moment, Brute Bloodhoof, the somewhat simple-minded Minotaur bartender, was dozing off behind the counter.

This small, quiet tavern rarely had many customers.

Let alone at this early hour.

So, the Minotaur bartender was taking a well-deserved nap.

At the tail end of winter in the Beastkin Star Domain, the pervasive cold made most species feel rather sleepy.

Loren pulled out a chair placed in front of the bar and sat down.

Seeing the Minotaur bartender still lightly snoring, Loren smiled and tapped the bar counter with his finger.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The sound of fingers hitting the wooden counter was quite gentle.

"Mr. Bloodhoof, if you don't get me a strong drink soon, I'll have to step behind the counter and mix one myself." Loren's voice rang out.

Hearing this, Brute Bloodhoof, who had been sleeping soundly behind the counter, subconsciously shook his large head with its pair of horns, struggling to open his eyes.

"Customer... you're here... too early... Oh?! It's Mr. Destiny!"

The Minotaur bartender snapped awake, feeling all his drowsiness vanish in an instant.

"Good morning, Mr. Destiny!"

"Sorry! Did you just say you wanted a strong drink, sir?"

Brute Bloodhoof quickly snapped back into work mode.

"Yes, Mr. Bloodhoof." Loren smiled and nodded. This was his birthday gift to himself.

By the way, could you raise a minotaur? They seemed pretty cute...

Just then.

Raven, perched on Loren's shoulder, seemed to hear Loren's thoughts and shot a deeply resentful look at his profile...

Ahem, forget it then... Loren felt a scorching gaze on his shoulder.

"You damn master!"

Leaving those words behind, Raven vanished from Loren's shoulder and voluntarily entered the Possession State.

Loren, still seated on the bar stool, smiled and shook his head, pretending nothing had happened...

He took the glass of strong spirits Brute Bloodhoof handed him and savored it.

But a minotaur who could mix drinks and nap really did seem adorable...

"Master..."

A profoundly resentful voice echoed in Loren's mind.

Forget it... sentient beings were truly troublesome after all.

Loren raised his glass and downed it in one gulp.

Just then.

The door to the Illusionary Night's Dream tavern was pushed open again.

A tall, silver-haired figure and a battered, rugged-looking man walked in, one after the other.