Unlucky? More Like Hitting the Jackpot!

"Come with me."

As he spoke, Alvin pulled a set of clothes out of thin air from his Personal Space and tossed them to Maximus beside him. "Change into these. This is Holy Terra in the 2K era. You'll attract unnecessary trouble dressed like that."

He always kept necessities in his Personal Space, including spare clothes, water, food, and other supplies, in case of emergencies.

And now was exactly the kind of time they came in handy.

"Okay." Maximus nodded. He clearly knew that, looking like this, he didn't fit in with the humans around them at all.

He swiftly took the clothes and pulled them on in a few quick motions.

At nearly three meters tall, with a powerful build, he still stood out in the crowd. But at least he looked more or less like a "person."

The Navigator System's "cognitive blurring" field had a time limit. They needed to find somewhere to go before it wore off... That was what Alvin was thinking when Maximus suddenly turned around, a terrifying torrent of killing intent surging from him.

"What are you doing?!"

Alvin found Maximus's sudden behavior strange.

"Someone's watching us!" Maximus's voice was hoarse and low, but the killing intent brewing in his eyes hadn't diminished in the slightest.

The terrifying killing intent surrounding him made even the passersby, whose perceptions had been "distorted," seem to "notice" them.

The pedestrians looked terrified and hurriedly moved away from them.

Someone was... watching them?

Alvin's pupils contracted. He had no doubt that Maximus was telling the truth.

The next moment, an immense psychic-sensing field spread outward like a surging tide, enveloping the space for hundreds of meters around them.

Yet within his field of perception, he couldn't detect anything matching the "watcher" Maximus had described.

"How did you notice