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Ambrose sat on the floor, still shuddering with each breath. He occasionally threw looks at the dead A-Rank beast only a few meters beside him, analysing everything that happened.
His arm still throbbed. His ribs still remembered the impact.
And yet… here he was. About to scrutinize numbers again.
He was a C-Rank Guide with a D-Rank Esper ability. Yet, his total aether energy/EP placed him somewhere sweetly between both ranks.
With all that aside… he was still nothing but fodder in comparison to an A-Rank existence. Guides were never built for fighting. It's only B-ranks and above that have any physical boost beyond the average human.
He shouldn't have survived this encounter.
For starters, the beast had already been injured on its weak spot before escaping to this shed. Then his stealth potion helped confuse it long enough to land a blow powerful enough to disorient it.
