Chapitre 89: Joy of Slaughter

Varian stood in front of what looked like the opening to an underground mine.

The entrance was wide and high enough for a few trains to pass through side by side.

'Baby rats…' Varian's lips curled up.

However, instead of entering, he sneaked behind the boulder at the entrance and restrained his aura. Then he focused on his hearing.

"Screech"

"Roarr"

"Schre"

Thanks to his greater human hearing, he heard at least thirty different noises.

'I can take down all the little ones. But the mama rat is a problem.' Varian simulated a battle against the bigger rat and shook his head.

He wasn't clear about its exact strength, but it was at least in the late stages of Level 3.

If he had to compare with his metrics, it would be around Level 3 250/400.

The first baby rat he fought would be no more than 20/400 of Level 3. And the ones he fought near the dungeon edge would be around 60/400 to 100/400.

He didn't win those dozen red-scaled rats in a fair fight. He outsmarted them.