The Money Rat was happily eating its Fierce Beast Meat.
It was small, only palm-sized, so it did not have much of an appetite.
Although it was a Fierce Beast, the Money Rat's special ability was sensing the presence of treasures. It had little combat ability, so in this dangerous apocalypse, it was quite willing to be kept and fed.
Otherwise, if it were alone in the wilderness, any passing Fierce Beast might swallow it in a single bite.
Crack, crack...
Just as the Money Rat was happily eating its Fierce Beast Meat, its ears suddenly twitched. Had it heard some strange sound?
It paused briefly in its eating and tilted its ears to listen carefully.
Because it had no combat ability, the Money Rat focused all its attention on sensing its surroundings. If there was danger, at least it could hurry and escape, right?
But after listening for a while, it heard nothing more. Figuring it must have misheard, the Money Rat turned its attention back to the Fierce Beast Meat and gnawed off a few mouthfuls.
Crick, crick...
Yet it vaguely seemed to hear that strange sound again. The Money Rat stopped eating once more and listened closely.
But after listening for another dozen breaths, it still heard nothing. Its mung-bean-sized eyes were filled with confusion.
It paid no further attention. Perhaps it had misheard? The Money Rat focused on the food in front of it again.
Crack, crack...
Yet just then, that strange sound rang out again.
This time, the Money Rat raised its head outright, no longer intent on eating.
It was certain it had not misheard just now. Something really was wrong inside this huge bus. There seemed to be something else in here.
What could it be?
It waited a moment, and sure enough,