I'm an Inmortal Shiba Inu in Other World

► Chapter 56: Prowling Perils

Dave had taken a moment to catch his breath, and with his paws injured from the previous rocky ground, he decided to rest briefly.

Held firmly between his paws, the magical book was a bit dirty, so the squirrel blew on it. He opened it out of curiosity, but it immediately closed, almost trapping the squirrel's paw.

He looked at it confused, trying to open it again, hoping to find something that would help him defeat the hunter endangering his friend's life.

However, the book continued to refuse to open.

"Could you try to help?! I saw how you let that human use one of your spells to defend himself. I also need to do something to take care of someone, you understand?"

But the book did not respond.

Angry, the squirrel began to drag the book through the rat's nest, reaching the opening blocked by hundreds of rocks they had passed through from Beth's cave to this very place.

"I only have one option left... her. It's not the best, but I know she will take care of that hunter if she knows it's for the pup."

The squirrel raised its paw and was about to hit the rocks when it started to feel weaker. Without noticing due to always being in adrenaline since it entered that cave, its stomach began to growl with hunger.

Leaving it weakened.

All around were dead rats, their bodies deteriorated for several days, slightly stinking up the place.

Under no circumstances would it eat something very similar to its species; it would vomit and lose more energy.

Going back the way it came would put it in total danger, so that was out of the question.

Thinking about the pup, it was most likely surviving with the rest of its species, being well-fed despite the blow from the rock it received because of him.

However, without that pup, he had no one.

"... Why am I getting into all this mess... just for a pup I barely know?"

He questioned himself for a moment, clenching his paw with hunger.

The squirrel sat down, sighing, looking at the ceiling, the only side of the rat's nest where there was nothing to torment him.

He lay down and reviewed everything he had experienced.

And how he himself had taken the worst part of the whole journey, possibly.

"... Why... do I want to help him?"

But suddenly, the rocks blocking his path were destroyed with great force.

Dave looked up and saw the book had opened, with a spell emerging from one of its hundreds of pages, a floating red pentagon, destroying everything in its path.

Dave quickly stood up, gaping at the scene, carefully stepping back from the book.

The floating red pentagon slowly rotated in the air, emitting an intense light that illuminated the rat's nest with an almost blinding brightness.

Still astonished by what he had just witnessed, Dave cautiously approached the book, now open, its pages gently fluttering as if caressed by an invisible breeze.

He felt a mix of fear and admiration for the magical object. Perhaps it responded to the willpower and sincerity of the purpose of whoever handled it...

"Thank you... I guess..." he murmured, though he expected no response.

Determined not to let this opportunity pass, Dave picked up the book and ventured into the newly cleared passage.