I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?-Chapter 237: Concept

Federal Calendar Year 7708, November 8th, morning.

On an interstellar starship with no records whatsoever.

This starship, which didn't even have an identification number, was navigating through jump space, heading towards the Radiant Flow Star Domain.

Inside the spacious cockpit sat three humans and twelve robots.

The twelve robots were concentrating intently on piloting the ship.

The three humans, each with a completely different style, were silently gazing at each other, not a single one speaking.

A young man wearing an orange prison uniform was silently staring at the bald, muscular man opposite him without a word.

That bald, muscular man was looking with great interest at the thin, weak young man with a somewhat sleazy demeanor.

Finally, that thin, weak young man with the sleazy demeanor was secretly sizing up the young man in the orange prison uniform beside him.

The atmosphere in the cockpit was quite bizarre.

Even the twelve robots piloting the ship unconsciously softened their movements...

After the three of them remained deadlocked for a long time.

The silent atmosphere was finally broken by the young man wearing the orange prison uniform.

"You shouldn't have saved me."

Loren withdrew his appreciative gaze from Hans and turned to look at his commission target with some "psychological issues"...

After staring at the other for a long while, he found the other's gaze remained firm and fervent.

In the end, Loren silently sighed.

With a movement of his feet, he instantly appeared behind the other.

His palm raised, he struck the back of the other's head, knocking him unconscious once again.

The young man in the orange prison uniform slumped softly onto the cockpit floor, falling into a deep sleep...

Hans looked somewhat worriedly at the young man on the floor, then, he looked somewhat worriedly at Loren.

His eyes swept back and forth between the two, his expression conflicted...

"Don't worry, Hans, he's just knocked out."

"While I often kill my clients, I haven't killed my commission target yet..."

"At least, not so far..."

Loren shrugged, comforting the somewhat worried Hans.

Hearing this, Hans breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your mercy, Mr. Loren."

"Does your ship have a hibernation pod or something like that? Preferably one that can let him sleep peacefully until we reach the Radiant Flow Star Domain," Loren asked softly.

Hans thought for a moment before replying:

"No, but I can build one now. There are plenty of parts in the workshop!"

"That's excellent, Hans, you're a great help..." Loren said with a smile.

I'm afraid I might really be unable to resist killing that young man...

"Uh... then I'll take him to my workshop now..."

Hans hoisted the unconscious young man onto his shoulder and quickly headed towards the workshop on the ship.

He had just sensed an extremely terrifying aura emanating from Loren...

"It's probably better not to let this naive fellow appear in Mr. Loren's line of sight..." Hans thought to himself.

Loren smiled as he watched Hans carry his commission target away into the distance, his eyes filled with even more appreciation.

What an excellent fellow, Mr. Hans...

"Master, why is that young man you rescued not happy? He even tried to return to that prison?"

Raven's voice sounded in Loren's mind, tinged with confusion.

"Weakness, expectation, and naivety are common human afflictions," Loren replied calmly to Raven.

"I don't understand, Master, I'm just a bird..."

"He believes he is righteous, he doesn't believe he is guilty, so he thinks he shouldn't escape prison. That way, he would truly be guilty..." Loren said indifferently.

"But, Master, he should know that staying in that prison any longer would mean his death, right..."

"That naive fellow does not fear death. He even wants to use his own death to awaken some people," Loren's tone was somewhat inexplicable.

"Then, Master, if he really died in that prison, would it be useful?"

"Humans are always good at forgetting. However, he would be deeply remembered by some."

"Then what is the meaning of everything he did? Master, I don't understand."

Raven's tone once again fell into deep confusion.

"It's meaningless, Raven."

"Such a weak death holds no meaning. Humans are a selfish race, adept at forgetting."

"The critique of ideas cannot replace the critique of power."

"Moreover, he targeted the wrong subject for revenge from the start. The problem isn't with that Executive Director," Loren's tone carried a hint of mockery.

"Then where does the problem lie?" Raven asked.

"The Federation Council, and the people attached to it," Loren said calmly.

"I still don't understand..."

"Do you remember the famous sayings of the Empire's Emperor? Raven."

"I remember them all, Master. Which one are you referring to?"

Looking through the cockpit window at the starscape continuously moving backwards outside, Loren recited that Emperor's famous saying with an inexplicable tone:

"'No privileged powers exist, only relatively independent individuals. This is the progress of civilization.'"

"'The demise of the nobility, the destruction of the privileged class, is very important for civilization.'"

After hearing Loren's reply, Raven fell into a long silence.

After a while, Raven spoke again:

"Master, don't you think that both your and that Emperor's philosophies are somewhat idealized and extreme?"

Loren closed his eyes, opening them only after a long time, his tone grim and crazed as he spoke:

"Raven, I am just a crazy Superhuman. Controlling and toying with all things is my ideal."

"When I crawled out of that blood-soaked alley, everyone in this world became my enemy..."

"Master, you don't need to be so crazy anymore. You are already strong enough..." Raven's tone became somewhat sorrowful.

Loren did not respond to Raven's words. Instead, he continued to gaze at the brilliant starscape outside, saying softly:

"Vast and beautiful Star Realm, do you know? You have created a truly terrifying existence..."

After these words, neither Raven nor Loren spoke again.

Both silently looked out at the nearly endless starscape beyond the ship.

Loren's psychic power began to surge wildly once more.

And this time, neither Raven nor Loren paid any attention to it...

The man and the raven simply silently watched the stars outside the ship, each pondering the same past event in their memories.

Even with shared memories, Raven and Loren's perspectives on the same event were different.

Loren's thinking leaned more towards the divine.

While Raven's thinking leaned more towards the human.