Its round belly wobbled as it turned its head away in mock anger, refusing to move even when Max waved a radiant sixth-grade spiritual herb in front of it.
Max couldn't help but chuckle at the little creature's antics. "Come on, little guy. Don't be like that. There are bound to be better treasures in Falling Dust Valley. Think of all the spiritual energy you'll get to absorb," he coaxed, playing the emotional card.
The Little Rat twitched its whiskers and rolled its tiny eyes but eventually relented, its nose twitching as it sniffed the air for scents of rare herbs. With a squeak, it scurried off ahead, its earlier laziness forgotten.
Their cooperation paid off almost instantly. Max's storage ring grew heavier as they traveled, collecting rare herbs along the way, including several high-grade spiritual medicines.
Of course, this wasn't without cost—ferocious monsters prowled these regions, forcing Max to cut them down swiftly, leaving their bodies lifeless among the rocks.
