Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Secretary Terra on the other end of the communicator frowned upon hearing the question that came through the device.

Could he not detect the dismissal in her words? Was this rising star among the Interstellar Hunters really this foolish?

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Loren, I cannot disclose Councilor Osman's whereabouts."

"My suggestion is that you could write a letter to the Jadeite Council's public mailbox. I believe Councilor Osman, upon seeing it, would be happy to grant you an audience in accordance with Federation regulations."

Secretary Terra's tone remained polite, even going so far as to point out specific measures for Loren to meet Councilor Osman.

Hearing the other party's absurd suggestion, a peculiar smile even appeared on Loren's face.

"What a pity... I gave you a chance..."

Agent Norton, I'm sorry. At the very beginning, I really did just want to pay a visit...

Loren shook his head and hung up the call, then threw the communicator back into the hands of that eighth-rank Superhuman.

Of course, this included the eighth-rank Superhuman who had just caught the communicator.

"Crossroads of Fate," Loren silently said in his heart.

Two seconds later, the Superhumans at the manor's entrance fell one after another.

Among the hundred or so Superhumans, there were nearly a hundred mid-rank ones, ten seventh-rank ones, and one eighth-rank one.

This was a rather formidable security force.

Unfortunately, numbers held no meaning before Loren.

Seeing that all the obstructors had fallen, Loren shrugged his shoulders and was about to lift his foot to walk into the manor when he noticed that among the hundred or so Superhumans, there was still one person alive, whose soul had not been scattered by the massive influx of Misfortune...

It was precisely that eighth-rank Superhuman who had been on guard against Loren all along.

He was currently lying on the ground, still gasping for breath, his eyes staring at Loren's figure in terror.

Cold sweat covered the forehead of this eighth-rank Superhuman. The agony of his soul being severely injured made him endure unimaginable pain.

He struggled to get up, but it was futile. He let out a roar of unwillingness towards Loren's direction.

"You're not a Rule-Based Psychic leaning towards the mental category, but a Rule-Based Superhuman leaning towards the fate category!!!"

"Damn it!!! All the intelligence everyone has on you is wrong!!!"

Loren looked down at the severely injured eighth-rank Superhuman, not saying much more. He had no habit of exposing his own intelligence.

When their eyes met, Loren seized that instant of eye contact and activated his Fifth Ability again.

"As long as the other party's spirit remains alive, Misfortune will keep triggering."

Subsequently, that black-gold Revolver appeared in Loren's hand. He aimed at the eighth-rank Superhuman lying on the ground and fired an Energy Bullet.

An explosive flame instantly engulfed the other party.

As the flames dissipated, the other party's powerful physique allowed him to withstand the Misfortune and the bullet's explosion. He still hadn't died, only his injuries were more severe.

A wound caused by the explosion appeared on his chest, carrying a burnt smell, with the faint pulsation of his heart visible.

On top of his soul being severely injured, physical wounds were now added.

"Martial Artists really are hard to kill... The Revolver's power is also somewhat failing to keep up with my pace..."

Loren shook his head, quietly utilized his first ability, again piling a massive amount of Misfortune onto the other party, and fired another Energy Bullet.

The explosive flames dissipated once more.

This time, the eighth-ranker did not hold on.

The massive amount of Misfortune caused the other party's physical and mental injuries to deteriorate sharply. The Energy Bullet also drilled into the other party's body, choosing to explode near the heart.

For an eighth-rank Martial Artist with powerful physique, suffering such a violent explosion at the heart's location was also a fatal injury.

After dealing with this eighth-rank Superhuman, Loren looked up, gazing into the interior of the manor. The Black Wings appeared behind him once again.

An extremely provocative smile appeared on Loren's face.

"Raven, prepare to advance. Those high-rank Superhumans inside the manor are waiting for us..."

"Truly worthy of a councilor. The security force inside the manor is indeed unprecedentedly exaggerated. I'm actually, for once, getting excited..."

Just from outside the manor, Loren could sense several auras whose energy fluctuations were no less than eighth-rank.

Moreover, Loren also detected a dangerous feeling from beneath the manor.

"Master, I must remind you, due to unknown factors, your madness has worsened again."

Raven's voice sounded in Loren's mind, its tone helpless.

Loren's footsteps, which were heading into the manor, paused. He looked up at the bottomless night sky and spoke to himself as if no one else was around:

"Raven, do you know?"

"I was lost for a period of time because I didn't understand myself, nor did I understand my Psychic Ability."

"I was once a nobody. I was afraid, I feared, so I once hoped to use rationality and humanity to protect me."

"I was afraid of losing my current comfortable, respectable, and secure life."

"I was greedy for those fleeting moments of beauty, like that picturesque sunset."

"And rationality and humanity could prevent me from doing things that were too dangerous."

"This mindset made me think what I lacked was rationality and humanity."

"And when those fleeting moments of beauty were interrupted by those gangsters..."

"I understood. That was a shackle."

"Do you understand now why my fourth ability chose to give wisdom to you?"

"Perhaps you don't understand, but I already do."

"My soul, in order not to be shackled, chose to entrust rationality and humanity to you when I advanced."

Then, a strange light flashed in Loren's eyes, a light tinged with reminiscence.

"From the moment I became a Superhuman, no, from the moment I was born, on that Resource Planet, I encountered many conspiracies, rules, and malice."

"Rules, to me, are as fragile and laughable as bubbles."

"Conspiracies, to me, are like a childhood playground."

"Malice, to me, was the seasoning of my childhood life."

"My luck is good, and my strength is passable."

"All those people who harbored malice towards me are dead, and they also gave me a lot of fun."

"I come, and I bring death."

"To me, death is just a gift. Now it's the turn of the people inside this manor."

As he spoke, Loren's body and the black wings behind him began to unconsciously emit a faint glow.

It was the glow of advancement. However, this advancement wasn't controlled by Raven, nor was it controlled by Loren. It was the spontaneous advancement of the Psychic Ability.

Loren paid no mind to the glow on his body and continued his self-interpretation.

"When I was watching the sunset this evening, I understood one thing."

"My Psychic Ability, my soul, does not wish for me to become that kind of rotten person."

"My soul was born before my Psychic Ability. It is my soul that is mad, not the influence of the Psychic Ability."

"Raven, don't forget the experience Lady Daisy imparted."

"Some people are different from other Psychics!!!"

"My Psychic Ability was born upon my mad soul!!!"

"My soul was originally mad, so why resist this fact?"

At this point, Loren closed his eyes, took a deep breath with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Raven, that is not madness, but divinity."

"I no longer need humanity."

"The underlying nature of fate is control and mockery."

Loren's advancement began once again...