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

Hearing Loren's casual rhetorical question, the naive young lady, Miss Silver Dragon, felt utterly shaken!

Only one sentence kept echoing in her mind.

What?!

By the will of the Star Realm, is no one going to step in?!

Is it really reasonable for a Rule-Based Psychic like him to exist in the same Star Realm as me?!

Wah wah wah, Dragon Dragon is so jealous!!

Dragon Dragon can't have this!!!

Faced with the suddenly silent Miss Silver Dragon, Loren flashed a mysterious smile at just the right moment and also fell silent.

The reason for his silence was simple—he was reminiscing about the past "Rich Loren."

...

When Loren and the little one walked hand in hand out of that forest, there wasn't a trace of Spirit Stones left in the "Crimson Tear."

Not a single Spirit Stone remained.

In their place stood "Poor Loren" and his powerful physical body.

After the little one had used her core ability to strengthen Loren's physique, he had once asked Mr. Slab in the Illusion Space:

"Mr. Slab, has my physical strength met the standard now?"

Back then, Mr. Slab's reply was particularly thought-provoking.

"Hmm... My most esteemed Mr. Loren, based on my humble... judgment, you should be... at the early Legendary tier."

After a brief pause, he answered Loren with some uncertainty.

...

Loren was quite satisfied with Mr. Slab's sudden humility.

It meant that his path to becoming a Demigod now only had two thresholds left: "Spirit" and "Energy."

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Federal Calendar 7709, January 8th, dusk.

Beastkin Star Domain.

The vast, snow-covered forest outside the City of Hekahn.

A tiny silver Teleportation Array appeared in this frozen wilderness.

Two figures stepped out of the silver array one after the other.

One wore a hat, the other a silver gown.

At the same time.

The Teleportation Array behind them turned into specks of silver light and vanished amidst the swirling snow.

Marking the end of this brief journey.

A wondrous journey that had lasted seven days.

Now.

The graceful, beautiful figure seemed a little reluctant.

She turned her head gently, looking at the uniquely imposing figure beside her, and spoke:

"Mr. Loren, I've arrived."

"And you? Would you like to come to my lair for a visit?"

The imposing figure in the black coat shook his head calmly and refused:

"No, thank you."

Faced with this expected refusal, Miss Silver Dragon just gave a light shrug.

"Alright."

...

The distant wind howled fiercely.

Silence fell between the two figures.

After a moment.

Miss Silver Dragon reached out to catch a snowflake drifting down from the sky and asked softly again:

"Mr. Loren, may I ask about your next journey in the Beastkin Star Domain?"

Hearing this.

The cool figure in the black coat also extended his broad hand.

Similarly, he gently caught a snowflake falling from the sky.

Surprisingly, it felt cold to the touch.

"I'm getting a bit tired of the Legendary tier."

"Planning to advance to Demigod. There are some people waiting for me in the Central Star Domain."

The sentimental atmosphere of parting was instantly swept away by these words.

Hearing this answer.

A flicker of surprise crossed Miss Silver Dragon's face.

She quietly began to recall the scene when Loren had lost control, and the conversation she had eavesdropped on at the Dusk Main City.

Wait...

Wait!!

"Could it be... that the tragedy of that planet wasn't just... the Hunter family's doing?"

Feeling like she had discovered a big secret, Miss Silver Dragon tried to control her tone.

Federation, my dragon instincts tell me!

This time, you're really in for trouble...

...

The cool figure standing in the frozen wilderness withdrew his hand, which had just caught a snowflake, and nodded calmly.

He said nothing more.

In Loren's line of sight, countless golden threads still pointed into the distance.

Toward the Central Star Domain.

"Sigh..."

A soft sigh rang out in the cold wind.

Miss Silver Dragon also withdrew her hand.

She shook her head, her emotions a mix of complexity and anticipation.

"I'm leaving."

"Alright," Loren replied softly.

Hearing this.

Miss Silver Dragon made no move to leave; she remained standing still.

"Oh, right, when you go to the Central Star Domain later, do you want me to send you?"

...

This time.

Faced with this question, Loren was silent for a long time.

Miss Silver Dragon also stood quietly to the side, waiting in silence.

After a long silence.

"No need."

This cool Interstellar Hunter shook his head calmly, his expression unchanged.

"For the Dragon race, what I'm going to do in the future is a bit dangerous..."

"It will be very difficult," Miss Silver Dragon said meaningfully.

"I know."

The distant wind continued to howl wildly.

As if it would never stop.

The Beastkin Star Domain, at the tail end of the harsh winter, still had such an unforgiving environment.

"Mr. Loren, I think you've forgotten that the 'great Silver Winged Calamity' is your friend."

Miss Silver Dragon gazed calmly into the distance, her thoughts racing.

Winter is almost over, huh.

I also came to settle in the Beastkin Star Domain at this time back then.

...

At that moment.

Loren, imitating Miss Silver Dragon, also looked into the distance.

The aura around him unconsciously turned dangerous yet restrained.

"It's not me you should be worried about."

"...Then who should I be worried about?"

"The Federation, which has stood firm in the Star Realm for over seven thousand years."

"...Makes sense. I'm leaving."

"Alright."

This time, Miss Silver Dragon left without any hesitation.

In fact, she was incredibly quick.

Good heavens!

My brain must have been unused for too long!!

What kind of dragon am I, to worry about a big shot of this level?

This is a big shot who casually gifts unknown divine artifacts! I'm just an older dragon baby...

Dragon Dragon! Is scared!

Only my warm underground lair can give me a shred of comfort now!

...

Standing alone in the cold wind, Loren looked at the spot where the "great Silver Winged Calamity" had left, and a smile unconsciously spread across his lips.

Such a coward, Miss Stupid Dragon...

I hope you're still this cute next time we meet...

I really, really want to keep you as a pet...

Just as Loren was smiling and sighing, a voice that begged for a beating suddenly popped into his mind:

"Stop lying to yourself, Master."

"Want to keep a dragon? You can't even bring yourself to go to her lair!"

"By the way, this is already Miss Silver Dragon's second time inviting you to her lair."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

"What kind of ridiculous male creature can say, without batting an eye at a time like this: 'No, thank you'!"

"My god, that just blows a bird's worldview away!"

"If it were me, the first-generation half-draconic people might have already been born!"

"Oh, my foolish, idiotic Master!"

"When will you realize you're a weird guy with zero sense of security?"

"Hopeless. Really. Just give up!"

Loren, standing alone in the howling wind: "???"

Such a strong offense?

Looks like your resentment from learning spells is pretty huge, Raven...

Thinking this, Loren replied with a teasing tone:

"Don't blame me. You know, I gave you the 'Wisdom' ability."

Come on! Let's hurt each other!

And then.

It was poor Raven's turn to transmit three big question marks through his thoughts.

"???"

"Have a heart! You damn Loren!"

Hearing this, a very mischievous smile appeared on Loren's lips.

"Good, call me you damn Master."

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