This Can’t Be Real… Right?

*RUSTLE*

The rustling of a bush was heard, as a somewhat sizable mouse-like creature hopped out.

*SPPPHLT*

A shower of red liquid coated the nearby area with a coat of crimson.

"Screeee…"

The beast made one last desperate cry as it took its last breath, dying before it even hit the ground.

A white-haired youth hopped down from a nearby tree and removed the sword embedded in its gut.

At this point, Arvell was debating making a more elaborate trap for his prey, but he honestly didn't feel any need to.

After all, he was more than capable of killing them by just throwing his sword at them.

If something worked near-perfectly, why waste time creating something that wouldn't even increase his efficiency?

More than anything it would consume time to create, time which he could use to hunt for more prey.

Since 1 day had already passed, he only had 2 days left.

Just today and tomorrow.

Despite having 2 more days, Arvell was already confident he had more than enough coins.