I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?-Chapter 220: More Scenery
The dark alley remained silent, with no one responding to Loren.
"If you remain silent, I'll take it as your agreement," Loren's magnetic voice sounded once more.
No sound came from the alley.
"Excellent, the game begins."
After saying this, Loren casually took out the Federation Coin from his chest pocket.
"Right now, I have a Federation Coin in my hand. In a moment, I'll toss it into the air."
"If the coin lands on heads, to celebrate our meeting, I'll give you a gift you'll like."
"If the coin lands on tails, then I'm sorry, you'll have to give me the gift you consider most precious..."
"Of course, this might not be very fair to you. As compensation, after the game ends, I'll recommend you to the Interstellar Hunter Association to become a Superhuman."
In the dark corner of the alley, the silent boy, after hearing Loren's monologue, quietly opened his eyes, a trace of confusion appearing in his gaze.
Boring kindness? Or...
Having finished explaining the game rules, Loren didn't bother with the special boy's reaction in the corner anymore and gently tossed the coin in his hand.
At the same time, Loren silently recited in his heart:
"Is the other party suitable to become my Revolver wielder? If suitable, the coin lands on heads."
The coin spun several times in the dark air before quietly landing back in Loren's hand...
A slight smile touched Loren's lips as he gently turned his body, facing the corner where the boy was hiding, and asked with considerable politeness:
"The game result is out. As a participant in the game, do you want to personally check it?"
A slight movement came from the cluttered dark corner.
The boy finally took action.
He knew what Loren's action of turning to look at his hiding place meant.
It meant the other party had discovered him long ago...
A boy with somewhat tangled hair slowly emerged from behind the junk, his figure thin and weak. In his stained right hand, he held a homemade dagger made from a sharp piece of iron.
He walked indifferently toward Loren's position, not a trace of expression on his face.
This was a boy like a wild beast.
The boy walked up to Loren, took out a worn tactical flashlight from his pocket, and lightly pushed the switch.
A faint, unstable beam of light lit up, illuminating the nearby dark alley and each other's figures.
In the dark alley, Loren's face, hidden under his elegant hat, flickered in and out of view in the weak, shimmering light, like a demon tempting hearts.
The boy looked indifferently at Loren's hand.
Under that flickering, weak beam of light, he saw the result of this game—heads!
No hint of joy appeared on the boy's face. He looked up at Loren, who was smiling at him, and asked with considerable coldness:
"If I had lost, what would have happened?"
After confirming the boy had seen the result, Loren put away the coin in his palm.
Hearing the boy's question, Loren asked softly:
"What is your most precious thing?"
The boy raised his right hand and opened his palm.
"This."
In the boy's palm, there was only that homemade simple dagger, or rather, that piece of iron.
"Why do you think your most precious thing isn't your life?" Loren's lips curled into a smile.
"Life without power is no different from garbage," the boy still looked at Loren indifferently, not a trace of fear in his eyes.
Looking at the boy's unique gaze, a strong intuition surged in Loren's heart—what the other said was true!
It seems this time, I've found a rather excellent Revolver wielder...
"I like your answer," Loren snapped his fingers.
Raven silently appeared on Loren's shoulder, then turned its small head and plucked a feather from its full wing.
Loren raised his hand, took the black feather, and with a smile, handed it to the boy before him.
"This is the game reward. You'll like it."
The boy silently extended his stained hand and took the black feather Loren offered.
He examined the feather in his hand, pondering its purpose.
"A boring joke?" the boy thought to himself.
At that moment, the black feather in his hand began emitting an extremely dazzling light...
The brilliant light radiating from the feather instantly overwhelmed the weak light from the worn tactical flashlight, completely illuminating the dark alley.
Facing this sudden scene, facing the blinding light from the feather in his hand, the boy didn't instinctively close his eyes.
He restrained his instinct, tightly opened his eyes wide, and stared at this bizarre scene.
Even as tears flowed involuntarily from his eyes due to the blinding light, he firmly kept his eyes wide open.
As a silent beast, when facing the unknown, the first thing to do is assess, not escape.
Soon, the light radiating from the feather gradually faded.
After the dazzling flash, the boy felt the weight in his hand change, a cool sensation spreading from his palm.
Two seconds later, his vision, which had briefly disappeared due to the blinding light, began gradually recovering...
He gradually saw what was in his hand.
The black feather in his hand had vanished, replaced by an extremely ornate Revolver.
It was a brand new black Revolver.
The barrel was slender, and on its black body were distributed intricate crimson-gold patterns.
The boy's gaze was completely captivated by the brand new Revolver in his hand.
And Loren's voice sounded at just the right moment. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"This is a Psychic Ability weapon. Only you can use it."
"If it stores enough energy, then it will have unlimited ammunition."
"Finally, it is alive and capable of growing."
"Of course, that's established on you being able to feed it large amounts of Spirit Stones."
"There are many effects after evolution, but you'll need to research those yourself."
After explaining, Loren manipulated his mental energy, taking paper and pen from "Crimson Tear."
Using his immense mental energy to suspend the paper in the air, he took hold of the pen, raised his hand, and wrote a sentence:
"This beast-like boy will become an excellent Interstellar Hunter.—Las Loren."
After writing, Loren took an envelope from "Crimson Tear."
Then, he stuffed the paper with this sentence into the envelope and calmly handed it to the somewhat stunned boy before him.
"This is the game compensation," Loren said with a smile.
The boy silently took the envelope and asked expressionlessly:
"Why?"
"I also crawled out of such alleys. You should see more scenery, boy."
