I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?-Chapter 242: Exaggerated Style

Federal Calendar 7708, November 11th, afternoon.

At this moment, Loren had already quietly boarded a smuggling starship.

He was currently located in a luxurious lounge aboard this cargo starship.

Along with the Federation's rapid development in the new era and the expansion of smuggling starship's human trafficking business, the cargo starships controlled by the Ferros Family's smuggling organization now even had guest rooms.

Of course, this was only available to powerful individuals who had a "profound friendship" with the Ferros Family...

In the rather special field of "transportation," connections and social circles were very important, and the Ferros Family was well-versed in this...

Inside the bathroom of the luxurious lounge.

Loren lay in the bathtub with his eyes closed, peacefully enjoying the pleasure of a warm bath.

Outside the bathroom, Raven was intently studying the communication technology of the Federation's network using the portable computer.

After studying for a long time, Raven somewhat painfully lifted its small head and silently exited the reading page of the professional textbook.

Clearly, even for it with a photographic memory, professional-level network communication technology was quite a brain-draining task.

It felt it needed a break.

Raven used its claw to toss the portable computer aside, spread its wings, and somewhat dejectedly lay down on the large bed.

"Master, for this commission, I'm afraid I can't help you clear surveillance records like Hans and those robots can."

"No rush," Loren said softly, lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed.

"With the Pure White Mask, clearing surveillance records isn't particularly necessary. You can learn slowly."

Hearing Loren's words, Raven, lying on the bed, rolled over and looked toward the bathroom, asking:

"By the way, Master, have you decided what appearance to use to complete the commission this time?"

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"Preferably something different from last time's appearance. If you're going to attend an awards ceremony, your appearance should resemble something like a newly debuted singer or the like." Raven tilted its head, thinking for a moment before answering Loren.

Loren, lying in the bathtub, stood up, dried himself, and put on his clothes.

Fully dressed, Loren walked out of the bathroom, waved his hand to retrieve the Pure White Mask from the "Crimson Tear," and put it on his face.

"How about a heavy metal style?"

Loren asked while activating the Pure White Mask's disguise function with his mental energy.

The mask transformed into countless white light points, closely wrapping Loren's entire body.

After the light flashed, a peculiar new appearance appeared in the room.

This was a man with a world-weary face and a somewhat irritable expression.

Around his eye sockets was exaggerated death metal smoky makeup, like thick dark circles.

The back of his head sported flowing, straight long hair.

Several small silver earrings adorned both ears.

A silver nose ring also pierced his nose, quite flamboyant.

The upper body wore a black leather jacket so dark it shone, and the lower body sported a pair of black leather pants in a street biker style.

On his feet were black studded leather shoes, the silver studs embedded in them gleaming brightly...

This was the new disguise Loren had created—a heavy metal death rock singer!

"Uh... Master, I now understand that you, coming from the slums, basically have no normal sense of aesthetics..."

Raven silently covered its eyes with its wing, its tone filled with indescribable pity.

"Stupid bird, an exaggerated style often dispels many doubts."

"With my current appearance, holding a ticket to the awards ceremony and walking in openly, would you think I'm there to assassinate someone?"

This time, Raven didn't speak anymore...

Loren's rough logic had convinced it!

"Alright, Master, your current appearance does indeed look like a fervent rock enthusiast..."

Loren nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, canceling the new disguise he had just designed.

After returning to his original gentlemanly attire, Loren seriously retorted:

"Also, that's prejudice. I do have a sense of aesthetics."

Raven gave Loren a sideways glance, said nothing more, silently rolled over on the bed, picked up the portable computer again, and resumed studying professional-level network communication technology.

*Stupid master, can you even come up with a second set of normal people's attire... I highly doubt it...*

Having rarely won an argument, Loren shrugged.

In a pleasant mood, he sat on the large bed, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and began deep meditation...

After all, there was no Cross-Star-Domain Signal Receiver on this cargo starship.

Hans's unique skill, being able to assemble top-tier Federation scientific creations from a pile of discarded parts, itself seemed more like an unbelievable fairy tale...

Unable to access the Interstellar Hunter Forum, Loren could only pass this long journey with deep meditation.

The distance between the Silver Radiance Star Domain and the Radiant Flow Star Domain was quite far.

The two were almost separated by more than half of the Federation.

Loren, who boarded the smuggling cargo ship in the Radiant Flow Star Domain, would probably have to stay on the cargo starship for about 5 more days before arriving in the Silver Radiance Star Domain.

And this period, for Loren who had already learned deep meditation, was merely switching between a few deep meditation sessions.

Incidentally, it also allowed him to make ample preparations for his own path of accumulation toward advancing to Legendary Rank.

[Meditation can significantly increase the probability of the emergence of a promotion opportunity.]

Raven, having learned the Ancient Orcish Script, could now accurately interpret the meanings contained in those few stone slab photos.

"WannaCatchADruidAsPet," this forum friend of Loren's, had not deceived him.

What the other party said was true.

"Massive Spirit Stones + comprehension of one's own Psychic Ability (complete mastery of one's power) + opportunity (meditation can increase probability) = Legendary."

As a rule-system Psychic, wanting to advance to Legendary, the above advancement conditions were the most suitable for Loren.

Federal Calendar 7708, November 16th, late at night.

Silver Radiance Star Domain, Main City.

Inside a Large Logistics Distribution Center located on the edge of the city.

A starship repairman wearing clothes stained with oil, after disembarking from an unremarkable cargo starship, expressionlessly boarded a Hover Shuttle Bus.

After undergoing five days of deep meditation, Loren had finally arrived at this Main City of the Silver Radiance Star Domain.

Only 5 days remained until the start of that awards ceremony.

The Hover Shuttle Bus controlled by the smuggling organization, after dropping Loren off at a deserted street, politely saw him off.

Loren, standing on the late-night street, watched the Hover Shuttle Bus disappear from sight, then took out the Pure White Mask and put it on his face.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, white light points flickering around him.

A man with heavy smoky makeup in a rock style calmly walked out of the flickering white light.