Shu walked down the street, tapping his bat on the ground as his mind wandered, 'a mid-rank dungeon,' he thought, taking a bite from his sandwich, 'Isn't that way too dangerous for me right now?'
In Zoxhia's logic, a mid-rank dungeon wasn't something a single person tackled, let alone someone who had only been in this world for a couple of days. It usually required a fully equipped team of C-Rank or B-Rank hunters, complete with tanks, healers, and scouts.
Yet the system dropped it into his lap like any other mission.
"What exactly is this scam machine thinking?" he muttered, passing by a supermarket building, catching his attention for a bit. "I am technically still F-Rank. Sure, my stats are bloated because I ate a demon core, but throwing me into a mid-tier corruption zone is just asking for me to die."
He let out a long breath, adjusting his grip on the bat.
