This time, Raymond crouched in the bushes for over an hour, but the forest remained eerily quiet. Not a single poisonous sting wasp came near, and not even a shadow of one crossed the sky.
"They've noticed something's wrong…" Raymond muttered, standing up from his hiding spot. He had anticipated this possibility, but the realization still left him disappointed. "Looks like getting that third skill point isn't happening today."
His gaze drifted to the rabbit meat he'd left out as bait. Under the scorching sun, it had dried out, its once-fresh allure now gone. Staring at it, a sudden thought struck him.
"When I was scouting earlier, I remember seeing a group of ‘Rampage Rabbits.’ They're low-level monsters... and social creatures."
The Rampage Rabbit was a common nuisance, barely stronger than the mutant rats Raymond had hunted before. He'd seen plenty of white porcelain-level commissions in the guild asking adventurers to exterminate them.