[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-just-wanted-to-be-a-galactic-hunter-why-am-i-o":3,"chapter-i-just-wanted-to-be-a-galactic-hunter-why-am-i-o-i-just-wanted-to-be-a-galactic-hunter-why-am-i-o-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},990707,1292,"Chapter 5: Taking the Hook","i-just-wanted-to-be-a-galactic-hunter-why-am-i-o-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>After psyching herself up, Ms. Thia regained her composure once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently kissed the photograph, then silently placed the frame back on her bedside table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rose from the bed and quietly made her way to the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After consuming some utterly unnutritious junk food to fill her stomach, she found a pair of not-very-sharp scissors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streaming down her face, she slowly but resolutely cut off her brown long hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a short-haired Ms. Thia appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the expression on her face became determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if with the disappearance of her hair, her weakness and breakdown had also vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's time to go hunting. Only two and a half days left.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She silently pushed open her door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepped into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly walked toward the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nights in the slums were both chaotic and silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no intact lighting facilities here; the sparse streetlights were mostly broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few remaining streetlights could only emit extremely faint light, barely enough to make out a human figure on the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those moving through the night had to rely on dim light and daytime memory to navigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, because Resource Planet 17 had extreme temperature differences between day and night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People venturing out at night wrapped themselves up tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath these thick clothes, it wasn't just for warmth—they also concealed numerous weapons and contraband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many of those willing to go out in the slums at night were actually decent folk?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was in such an environment that Ms. Thia began her \"hunt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She disguised herself as a fallen woman desperately in need of contraband, staggering along while leaning against walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever she encountered someone, she would slur her words and ask:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Friend, got any Drunkard's Needle? I can pay anything...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like someone who had just used contraband and was not fully conscious—a reckless indulger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, most people who encountered Ms. Thia, seeing her in this state, avoided her from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the slums, being hooked on \"Drunkard's Needle\" contraband symbolized disease and misfortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such people had no value—contraband would completely destroy their brains, turning them into dazed, reckless indulgers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a very few, chronically single vagrants, upon seeing Ms. Thia in this state, would smirk and lead her into hidden corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lost little girl, come with me, I've got what you need...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And these vagrants who thought they could take advantage, after leading Ms. Thia into corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was a gunshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Ms. Thia would emerge from the dark, hidden corner as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silent nights of the slums, gunshots were a local specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gunshots blended right in—not jarring at all, but rather quite harmonious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, she would resume her previous disguise, waiting for the next prey to take the bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night passed quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Thia's harvest was plentiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Four people. I can complete Mr. Loren's mission tonight.\" Ms. Thia murmured to herself as she prepared to return home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through her efforts throughout the night, she had personally ended four vagrants with that revolver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These unarmed vagrants, due to long-term malnutrition, had extremely poor physical condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt somewhat fortunate about her choice—last night she had encountered almost no effective resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quite easily, she had accomplished her \"hunt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As dawn approached, she contentedly returned to her small, dilapidated home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after confirming that no one was following her did Ms. Thia cautiously enter her home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wearily removed her husband's work uniform, checked the revolver—two bullets remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she went to the simple kitchen to make something to eat, satisfying her stomach's needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the unappetizing meal, she returned to the bedroom, hugged the photo frame, and fell into a deep sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although last night's hunt had gone well, her mental state had been tense throughout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid that something unexpected might happen during the hunt...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nights in the slums were always full of surprises and dangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, she had been lucky last night...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Thia woke up in bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just awake, still lying in bed, she began recalling last night's \"hunt\" in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She started thinking about her shortcomings, areas where she could improve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too passive. If someone who took the bait was a tough character, it could be troublesome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe I should be more proactive, choose my own targets...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Thia stared blankly at the faded ceiling as she pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After summarizing areas for improvement, she slowly got out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After placing the photo frame with her and her husband back in its place, she left the bedroom and went to the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After casually eating something to fill her stomach, Ms. Thia returned to the bedroom and began resting with her eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, she had another hunting operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A much more difficult hunting operation than last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without getting injured, using two bullets to take care of three people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After complete darkness fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Thia, lying in the bedroom, opened her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She changed into last night's work uniform, tucked the revolver into her pocket, and once again left home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pitch-black environment of the slums, foul odors permeated everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman in work clothes moved cautiously forward, selecting her targets for the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked along the street, scanning the dimly lit areas in the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she passed under a faint streetlight, someone called out to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little girl, want some fun?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two men selling contraband here—one older, the other younger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were chatting under this streetlight while waiting for customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The younger man, seeing Ms. Thia's furtive movements, called out to her in a half-teasing manner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Thia stood in the darkness, silently watching the two men under the streetlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her right hand was in her work uniform pocket, conveniently holding that black-gold revolver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them just silently watched each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere felt somewhat off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two contraband-selling men also realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other man who hadn't spoken yet said politely to Ms. Thia:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry to bother you, ma'am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Thia didn't respond to the middle-aged man's words, remaining silent as if contemplating something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Thia, standing in the dark street, regretfully shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded to the two men, then quietly departed along the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She accepted their apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pity, only two people.\" Ms. Thia felt somewhat regretful inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Ms. Thia's figure disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had apologized finally breathed a sigh of relief and said gravely to his companion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember, kid, all sorts of people come out in the slums at night. We're just here to do business—don't go looking for trouble!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And tonight, I saved your life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a \"business operator\" wandering through the night, he had keenly sensed the danger and timely defused it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1129,"2026-06-03T08:20:30.964Z","2026-06-03T08:20:39.668Z",1,"novelbin.me","f13cced7661f37c7957516bd3dd649e851700ff90d24ef40713d2ffd9b391950","i-just-wanted-to-be-a-galactic-hunter-why-am-i-o-chapter-6","i-just-wanted-to-be-a-galactic-hunter-why-am-i-o-chapter-4",388,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-just-wanted-to-be-a-galactic-hunter-why-am-i-o-cover.jpg"]