I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?-Chapter 215: The Right Decision

After returning to Lounge 105, Loren didn't take off his coat and hat. Instead, he quickly went back to his bedroom and lay down on the large bed fully clothed.

He subtly used his mental energy to peek into the adjacent Lounge 104, quietly monitoring everything.

Due to some of his experiences in the slums, Loren had developed certain traits of the Gray Zone. Most of the time, he was a rather cautious person.

All the way back to the lounge with them, Loren had been continuously using his mental energy to subtly sense their Tiers.

The results were significant. Through his efforts, Loren determined that these three female disciples of the Nature Sect were only at the level of mid-rank Superhumans.

This was also why Loren dared to monitor them secretly. Possessing mental energy far surpassing those of the same rank, he was confident that his surveillance wouldn't be discovered by three mid-rank Superhumans.

If any conversations unfavorable to Loren occurred next door, such as discussions about Loren's identity, Loren would at least be mentally prepared. He could then use his abilities to perform some "interference" in advance.

Although judging from this group's reactions, the possibility of exposure seemed small, that possibility was not zero...

At the same time, while monitoring them, Loren silently activated his eighth ability—"The Scales of Fate."

Within the Illusion Space.

A golden, illusory scale appeared in the air above the crossroads.

On the left tray of the scale rested a black feather, symbolizing—【They will discover I am an imposter】.

When these two symbolic feathers appeared on the golden trays, the heights of the two trays presented an extremely exaggerated scene, symbolizing that the probabilities of the two events occurring were vastly different. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The tray bearing the black feather was lifted high up, while the tray bearing the white feather was pressed down heavily.

The scale marker in the center of the golden scale also moved to the position marked "12".

Perceiving this bizarre scene in the Illusion Space, Loren was also taken aback.

"Are people from the Nature Sect really this slow? I exposed at least three suspicious points, but they seemed to have noticed none of them..."

"Too little contact with their mentor, doesn't like interacting with people in the sect, and has never actively protected the natural environment..."

After mentally complaining, Loren silently manipulated his first ability to apply an extremely tiny thread of Fortune to the tray on the white feather's side.

And this consumed almost none of Loren's energy or mental power...

As this wisp of Fortune landed on the tray of the white feather, the golden scale burst forth with dazzling light!

After a flash of brilliance, the entire "Golden Scales" quietly vanished, turning into illusory points of light and disappearing from the Illusion Space...

A "miracle" that wasn't quite a miracle had occurred.

After Loren finished activating his eighth ability, the anxiety in his heart had almost completely vanished.

However, out of caution, Loren continued to monitor the next room with his mental energy. "Miracles" still needed to be executed by oneself.

This feeling of hiding in the shadows, monitoring everything, brought Loren a sense of pleasure.

"Eavesdropping for a while feels good; eavesdropping all the time feels good all the time."

For some reason, this phrase surfaced in Loren's mind at this moment.

"Master, has anyone ever told you that you really seem like a psychopath?" Raven's disdainful voice sounded in Loren's mind.

Loren's face darkened.

"Stupid bird, I hope your verbal attacks are just as effective when we're cornered by a bunch of Legendary Grand Druids."

Raven: "..."

Clearly, Loren's words had deeply moved Raven. It stopped speaking and instead joined Loren in monitoring the next room...

At this moment, in Lounge 104.

The three female disciples of the Nature Sect were pulling Ayla Morningstar aside, asking her all sorts of questions.

In Loren's view, this didn't seem like probing her background, but more like stemming from their excessively strong curiosity and their inherent maternal radiance...

"Little Ayla, how did you come to the Radiant Flow Star Domain?"

"To find my father. I secretly took a smuggling ship here by myself."

"Aren't you scared traveling alone? The Gray Zone is pretty chaotic, right?" As she spoke, the female disciple sympathetically patted the little one's head.

"It was okay... Those people were all quite reasonable..." Ayla Morningstar said with an innocent expression.

Especially after I used my little fist to smash their houses, they all became incredibly polite...

"Little Ayla, how did you meet that somewhat... cold Loren brother of yours?"

"He doesn't look like an easy person to get along with from his appearance. When I faced him, I unconsciously slowed my breathing..." Moody asked curiously.

She recalled the sense of oppressive pressure that was everywhere when facing Loren. Even though the other party harbored no ill will, she still felt it hard to breathe.

Should she say it's truly worthy of someone from the Radicals? That feeling was like facing a bloodthirsty beast... Moody couldn't help but think.

"Really? I think Big Brother is quite easy to get along with..." Ayla Morningstar retorted with some confusion.

"We met on the smuggling ship. He was injured, I healed him, and then he helped me look for my father..."

Hearing this, Moody was taken aback. "Little Ayla, you actually have healing abilities?"

"Don't underestimate me. I'm a Third Rank Healing-type Ability User," Ayla Morningstar said quite proudly.

Hearing the little one's answer, Moody tilted her head in thought.

Then, she launched an attack spell directly at her own chest. Her somewhat ample chest instantly caved in, and she spat out a large mouthful of blood...

To test the little one's ability, she had directly gone all out on herself!

"Come on, Little Ayla, try out your healing ability," Moody said with extreme boldness, as if this were a trivial matter.

Of course, if one could ignore the fact that blood kept flowing from her mouth, it indeed looked like no big deal.

"Ah?!"

The little one exclaimed in surprise, then began flusteredly using her ability to heal the other party...

Loren, monitoring from next door, felt his mouth twitch upon sensing this scene. Truly worthy of the Nature Sect, they really are hard to describe...

No wonder no one could spot my suspicious points. If *you* could spot them, *that* would be the real problem...

At this point, Loren finally set aside his worries, silently withdrew his mental energy, and stopped monitoring the next room.

This was a form of intellectual discrimination.

And standing on the high ground of intellect, Loren also began to wonder whether sending the little one to the Nature Sect was a correct decision.

In fact, Loren even sighed with deep concern:

"I hope the little one won't get infected by these not-quite-normal folks..."