Hearing Ash's infectious laugh, a smile bloomed on her face, her cheeks turning redder with embarrassment.
But suddenly, the lively atmosphere dulled as Ash paused—his Luck warning him of an approaching threat.
He grabbed Jessie, making her jump backward.
The stingers shot from the desert, striking where they had just been standing.
"So there are D-ranks too," Ash said, a mist of smoke leaving his palm and spreading across the sand.
More scorpions crawled out, their hides glowing faintly—signs of poison affinity.
Around twenty beasts emerged, hissing at intervals.
"Two bullets per beast. One to weaken its hide and the second to kill it," Ash calculated, his gun resting in his palms.
His mind was running at full speed. He had two options if he wanted to make this fight easier. He had underestimated these D-rank scorpions in the dungeon, which had pushed them into a life-threatening situation—but he wasn't going to waste his stamina on them anymore.
