I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?-Chapter 269: The Significance of Magic!

"Demigods aren't that easy to kill." Fwens's tone carried a hint of regret.

"The opponent got a bit distracted after hearing the shouts from the live audience, and I took the chance to ambush him. He fled after being injured..."

"What about you three? What were your results?"

After expressing some regret over his own outcome, Fwens looked towards the other three on the stage, his expression curious.

Hearing Fwens's inquiry, the White-bearded Old Man proudly revealed a smile to everyone.

"The opponent fled with severe injuries. It will probably take him years to recover fully."

After the White-bearded Old Man finished speaking, the Empire's Military spatial-type powerhouse also informed everyone of his result.

"Captured alive. I've locked him inside a spatial cage. I plan to discuss a prisoner exchange with the Security Bureau after I return."

A broad smile bloomed on his face, his gleaming white teeth practically dazzling everyone's eyes.

It was clear his mood was quite excellent at the moment.

Upon hearing the other's result, Loren glanced at him with some surprise.

Captured a Legendary powerhouse alive? Interesting...

Mr. Adrian, you really should see how others develop their spatial-type Psychic Abilities...

Having already clashed with several Legendary powerhouses, Loren understood that the difficulty between "killing a Legendary powerhouse" and "capturing a Legendary powerhouse alive" was different.

The former merely indicated the strength of your combat power, while the latter indicated you had completely overwhelmed the opponent in every aspect...

After the Empire's Military powerhouse finished stating his result, the three on the stage all tacitly turned their gaze towards Loren's position.

They all wanted to know the result of Loren, who had finished his fight first.

Facing the three pairs of curious eyes, Loren spoke in an extremely calm, soft voice:

"Dead."

Hearing Loren's utterly casual reply, everyone fell into a somewhat silent state.

"Sir, this time, you've really stirred up a major incident..."

"Rubbing the Federation's face directly into the dirt..." Fwens murmured softly in admiration.

Even someone as powerful as himself hadn't considered completely eliminating that Security Bureau Demigod powerhouse...

It must be said, this Mr. Loren's actions are indeed as rumored...

Truly a fellow from the radical faction within the Nature Sect...

That Goddess of Nature with the rather short temper is finally going to personally step into the fray... to join this feast of eyeing the Federation?

Fwens's chaotic thoughts instantly drifted far away.

His gaze unconsciously lingered on Loren's body, his eyes filled with an indescribable strangeness and concern.

Sensing Fwens's somewhat peculiar, complex stare, Loren's face pulled into a rather dangerous smile as he softly reminded: 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"My business is done."

"Now, you can attend to your own affairs."

"I believe, for a short while at least, no one should come to disturb you..."

Loren said meaningfully to Fwens.

He didn't believe for a second that the Chief of the Star Traveler Society had come to the Silver Radiance Festival just to join the fun...

The fact that the other had actively intercepted that Security Bureau Demigod-level powerhouse meant he had also come to the Silver Radiance Festival to stir up major trouble, perhaps even bigger than Loren's own business...

Hearing this, Fwens retrieved his wandering thoughts and gave Loren a slight nod.

Then, with a smile, he addressed the other two on the stage:

"You two go first. My matter is better done last..."

The White-bearded Old Man from the Arcane Research Society and the Empire's Military spatial-type powerhouse exchanged a glance.

Then, the White-bearded Old Man stepped forward.

"This old man will go first. My matter is the smallest..."

Seeing this, Loren considerately took a few steps back, giving up his position to the other.

The White-bearded Old Man walked a few steps before standing solemnly at the very center of the stage.

This central spot on the stage was also where the audio equipment defaulted to having the best pickup effect...

The White-bearded Old Man cleared his throat lightly, testing the stage's sound system.

"Ahem."

The light cough echoed continuously throughout the entire stadium.

It had to be said, that slightly plump man backstage was quite perceptive.

After the Security Bureau's powerhouses had retreated with heavy injuries, he understood who was in charge within this stadium now...

After testing the sound, the White-bearded Old Man was also quite satisfied with the effect of the on-site audio.

Then, after solemnly straightening his white robe, he lightly tapped the staff in his hand.

An unknown Spell shot from the pristine white staff into the air above.

After completing this, the White-bearded Old Man's expression turned serious. He spoke with great gravity:

"Greetings, audience members."

"I am the Vice President from the Arcane Research Society. My name is Vig Siling Mock."

"You may call me Old Man Mock. I don't mind that form of address."

"Regrettably, although many things happened today, none of that was my original intention."

"I am merely an ordinary old man who enjoys studying Spells."

"Of course, on the path of promoting the way of Spells, many unexpected events always occur. I have grown accustomed to it."

"I am already an old man several hundred years old. I can accept many things with equanimity now..."

"After all, the charm of Spells lies precisely here."

"You must understand, those miraculous Spells are always full of miracles and surprises on many occasions..."

"My apologies, I've digressed. That's how it is when you're old. You inadvertently stray onto other topics..."

"Next, I should speak of serious matters."

"Before I set out for the Silver Radiance Festival, the President who founded the Arcane Research Society instructed me to find an opportunity today to let more people recognize the charm of Spells."

"Somewhat to my headache, from the moment I departed on this journey until just before I stood at the center of this stage, I actually hadn't figured out how to let more people recognize the charm of Spells."

"Spells themselves are already wondrous. How should I describe them?"

"I am merely a foolish old man who has studied Spells for a few hundred years..."

"On the path of Spells, I have only traveled a very short distance..."

"Do I truly have the qualification to impart to you the charm of the way of Spells?"

"Fortunately, just as I stood at the center of the stage, I suddenly understood one thing—the meaning of Spells for the insignificant masses."

"Spells are the cornerstone of all things, the bountiful fruit born from the union of Wisdom and power, a might that can rival the Gods!"

"They are also the key for you to change your own destinies!"

As his words fell, the Spell the White-bearded Old Man had earlier released into the air descended at the opportune moment behind him.

A curtain of light composed of white energy slowly unfurled...