You Didn't Really Make Something Huge, Did You?

Just as Loren prepared for the worst, ready to fight The Ancient One to the death—even if it did not end in mutual destruction—a smile appeared on her face.

"You five little ones really do have fiery tempers. That makes it easy for you to suffer losses, you know!

Still, your spirit of protecting your master is worthy of praise. An existence that even a soul cannot detect, accompanied by a group of unknown lifeforms without souls.

Mr. Loren, you have truly opened my eyes. There is no need to be afraid. Relax a little.

I told you from the start that I would not do anything to you. I am not your enemy. I am merely a little curious about you."

Hearing The Ancient One say that, Loren immediately understood that she had no intention of continuing the fight. His taut nerves relaxed slightly.

He immediately put away the Nano Vibranium Battle Suit, then smiled awkwardly.

"Master, I am just an ordinary person who likes tinkering with little inventions. There is really no need for you to be so curious about me. Since you are not my enemy, I am even less likely to be yours."

"So these women before me are all your little inventions?" The Ancient One asked Loren with a trace of doubt on her face.

Logically speaking, given her strength, it should not have been difficult for her to peer into Loren. She possessed many spells capable of probing another person's information.

Yet for some reason, whenever she tried to investigate the man before her, a mysterious force always blocked her magic.

It left her unable to see anything, including the people around him. No matter how hard she tried, the result remained the same.

It was precisely because of this that she became increasingly