I'll take it from here

[Due to the stress and injuries put on host's body, host's life span has been shortened]

[Time left:]

[1:18:12:45]

Art was shocked at first after reading this, but then again, it was expected.

This meant he had less than two days to reach level ten. If he didn't finish this today, he'd have to return tomorrow.

He opened his stats to see the changes:

[Name: Art Von Silver

Race: Human

Level: 9

EXP: 1030/1500

HP: 3/10

MP: ???

STR: 3

AGI: 4

STA: 7

VIT: 2

INT: 0

Attribute: none

Free stats: 25]

He pondered whether to continue or not, but his thoughts were interrupted by rustling sounds from the bushes.

Racheal slowly broke the hug and looked around warily.

Moments later, a white rabbit with glowing red eyes leaped out of a shrub, and her eyes widened in horror.

Art noticed her reaction and found it confusing. She hadn't shown fear toward the wolf, yet she was terrified of this much smaller creature.

You might think looks can be deceiving, but contrary to that, this rabbit was far weaker than the wolf, even though it was also an F-rank beast.

Yes, even beasts of the same rank had differences in power, and this one was among the weakest. However, her reaction had a reason.

'Shit! How did they get here? This isn't part of their territory,' she cursed internally, not bothering to attack the beast. Instead, she helped Art to his feet.

"We have to leave now," she said, her voice sharp with urgency.

Art's gaze fell on the beast, and his memories kicked in. Recognizing it, he had a similar reaction to Racheal.

With the arrival of this creature, he decided it was best to come back tomorrow.

With her support, they turned to walk away, but after several steps, they saw another red-eyed rabbit ahead of them.

The first one was still behind them.

Then came another rabbit from their right.

A fourth rabbit emerged from the bushes on their left.

A fifth.

A sixth.

A seventh.

Ten.

Twenty.

In less than ten seconds, about fifty red-eyed rabbits surrounded them.

This was why they were feared-they always appeared in large numbers.

Surrounded, Racheal had no choice but to fight.

She knew protecting both of them wouldn't be easy, but she would give it her all.

"I'll end this quickly. Just stay here," she said, placing Art down with his back against a tree.

Art's body was pale, almost ghostly, with only his eyes and hair providing any color. He had lost most of the little blood in his body.

His HP had dropped by one, leaving him with only two.

Racheal didn't want to waste any time. She got serious immediately.

A red-eyed rabbit lunged at her, its razor-sharp teeth bared. She swung her fist into its face, sending it flying and crashing lifelessly to the ground.

It was an instant kill.

Art, though on the verge of death, stared at the rabbits like they were treasures.

'What a great way to farm EXP,' he thought, feeling silly for thinking about this now.

The rabbits kept leaping at Racheal, trying to bite her, but her experience with the Silvers had honed her skills in fighting without magic.

As their numbers increased, she decided to use magic, pouring her mana into a decisive attack.

Clasping her hands together, she summoned five large water balls that split into smaller ones.

This was Art's first time seeing magic in action, and he stared in awe.

The smaller water balls shot through the air like bullets, piercing through 70 percent of the rabbits. Most died instantly; others died seconds later.

Though effective, the attack drained her mana. She repeated the spell, maintaining a continuous flow of mana, turning the water balls into a relentless barrage.

The area became a bloody mess, littered with dead and dying rabbits, yet more kept arriving. Their numbers remained overwhelming.

Art would've whistled in admiration if he had the strength.

'If I were killing these, I'd have leveled up multiple times by now,' he thought wryly.

Despite her efforts, the wave of rabbits didn't stop. Racheal was exhausted, her mana nearly depleted. Sweat dripped from her face as she realized the worst.

'They're migrating,' she thought grimly.

Just how unlucky were they to be caught in this?

Art watched her fight valiantly. His thoughts drifted. The scene reminded him of his final moments in his past life, fighting for survival despite his injuries.

His pain resistance had been forged through trauma, evident from his battle with the wolf. Yet even now, the memories haunted him.

He remembered his first betrayal-at just thirteen, when his best friend sold him out to a rival family.

That betrayal led to his first kill. Though it was in self-defense, it left him traumatized.

He cast his friend away, unable to forgive him. The pain lingered, shaping the man he became.

Then came his fiancée's betrayal, shattering what was left of his trust.

Even now, as Racheal fought to protect him, risking her life when she could've fled, he struggled to trust her fully.

But she made him realize something: not everyone would betray him.

Some people genuinely cared.

Moved, he found a sliver of strength.

Racheal, drenched in sweat and exhausted, felt a hand on her shoulder.

She turned to see Art smiling.

"I'll take it from here," he said.