Chapter 128: Chapter 128

Unfortunately, fate is just so dramatic.

Before Councilor Osman could set out to win Loren over, Loren had already arrived outside his villa due to a commission.

"I'm very sorry, Councilor, I'd really like to sit down and talk with you, but I'm afraid my time for advancement is running out," Loren expressed with considerable regret.

His advancement was already nearly halfway complete.

What he urgently needed now was not a friend, but a sufficiently dangerous battle.

Instantly, aside from the Mecha Pilot underground, the seven Superhumans opposite him were all dragged into Loren's illusion space.

The battle began without any warning.

Two seconds later, all seven Superhumans, including Councilor Osman, were lying on the ground.

Five of the Superhumans had fallen into eternal slumber.

After Loren's spiritual power was greatly enhanced, he could achieve an instant-kill effect even against these Superhumans who were two ranks higher than him.

The only pity was that Councilor Osman, a ninth-rank Superhuman, and the other eighth-rank Superhuman did not believe the misleading hints from the Raven.

Maintaining vigilance and caution against Loren from start to finish, they did not trust anything hinted within the illusion space.

Although the two had chosen the fourth path, they still stubbornly withstood the massive impact of Misfortune with their souls.

The two lay on the ground, their foreheads covered in cold sweat. With their souls severely wounded, they were constantly enduring needle-like pain.

Loren glanced at the two incapacitated figures on the ground and dragged them into the illusion space once more.

If they could withstand it once, what about twice?

Just as the expressions of the two men became dazed again, Loren looked down at the ground and frowned.

"Finally making your move? I thought you were going to stay still the whole time."

Immediately after, the Black Wings behind him moved sharply, and he vanished from his spot.

At the same moment Loren disappeared, a bottomless pit instantly appeared in the ground where he had just been standing, with high-temperature liquid resembling lava flowing around its edges.

Loren's figure reappeared above the villa. His Black Wings gently flapped, maintaining his levitation as he looked down.

On the lawn outside the villa, the ground was undulating in various places, as if a colossal creature was moving beneath it.

Loren watched this scene with great interest, in no hurry to attack.

He felt no danger at all.

"This won't do... I'm already holding back so much," Loren said disappointedly.

Two seconds later, Councilor Osman and that eighth-rank Superhuman, who had been dragged into the illusion space again, had already emerged from it.

That eighth-rank Superhuman had completely lost all signs of life.

Withstanding the impact of massive Misfortune on the soul even once could already be considered a sign of powerful spiritual strength.

Unfortunately, this eighth-rank Superhuman could not withstand it twice...

The only thing that slightly surprised Loren was that after Councilor Osman emerged from the illusion space for the second time, his body transformed into a cloud of blood-red mist that dissipated into the air.

"Oh? Using a clone or something similar to meet me in place of your true body? Or do you have a death-substitution technique?"

"Interesting. As expected of a ninth-rank Superhuman, so many tricks up your sleeve..." Loren praised his opponent.

This was the first opponent Loren had encountered since obtaining the "Crossroads of Fate" who could escape from the illusion space.

Loren was not stingy with his praise.

The manor now fell into an eerie silence. Aside from the occasionally undulating ground, there was no other movement.

Loren, hovering above the villa, once again released his spiritual power, beginning to scan everything within the manor.

Since that Councilor Osman had not died, Loren wanted to see if he could find the other's hidden figure.

A ninth-rank Superhuman hiding in the shadows still deserved some respect.

Ten seconds later, Loren shook his head, giving up on searching for the hidden Councilor Osman.

He had not found Councilor Osman. There was no trace of the other's presence anywhere within the manor.

The other's concealment technique was evidently as masterful as his death-substitution technique.

Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that Councilor Osman was no longer within this manor...

Seeing that the big fellow underground was still delaying its attack, Loren was growing impatient.

If this dragged on any longer, his own advancement would be almost over...

Feeling somewhat bored, Loren silently took out that Federation Coin, tossed it into the air, and silently recited in his heart.

"Is Councilor Osman still within the manor? If yes, let the coin land heads."

The coin fell. Heads!

Loren put away the Federation Coin and activated his first ability while in the air.

"Manipulate the Fortune and Misfortune within a certain range centered on oneself."

Loren applied all the "Misfortune" he could mobilize to the entire manor while simultaneously applying all the "Fortune" he could mobilize to himself.

Then, Loren raised his hand, lifting the Black and Gold Revolver, and began firing aimlessly.

I can't find you, but Fortune can. Good luck, Councilor...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Countless Energy Bullets poured from the revolver's muzzle, scattering aimlessly across various parts of the manor.

Violent explosions erupted everywhere within this vast, nameless manor. Buildings and trees within the estate burst into raging flames, beginning to burn everything.

Loren closed his eyes and once again released his spiritual power, meticulously scanning every inch of the manor.

Suddenly, Loren opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Found you, Councilor."

With a flap of the Black Wings, a gust of wind appeared, and Loren vanished once more into the night sky.

The massive creature hidden within the ground below also began moving, following the direction Loren had left, leaving a series of bulges on the surface.

Within Area A of this nameless manor, the door of a villa teetering on the brink of collapse amidst the flames was pushed open from the inside.

Supported by Secretary Terra, Councilor Osman limped out of this villa that was about to collapse.

"Councillor, even at the ninth rank, you can't deal with that Interstellar Hunter?" Secretary Terra asked with disbelief.

"I wanted to talk with him. His identity is worth us trying to win him over. But who knew that lunatic would strike first? He didn't care about my status as a Councilor at all. He genuinely wanted to kill me."

"Most importantly, none of the methods I secretly prepared worked!"

"All the combat intelligence about him on the market is wrong. He's not a Psychic Ability user leaning towards the mental system, he's..."

At this point, Councilor Osman's voice trailed off as he looked up at the night sky above...

Loren was floating eerily in the air above the two of them, looking down at them with great interest.