During the whole night, Ryan only killed a few dozen wasps. A number much lower than he had expected… maybe they weren't nocturnal creatures, but even so, Ryan didn't drop his guard. To make good use of his time, Ryan trained the resistances that he will probably need against the bosses. When morning came, Ryan had leveled up his Curse Resistance, Spiritual Resistance, and Fatigue Resistance quite a bit, but those who saw him cutting himself with a knife didn't count that as training… it only made Ryan look like a madman. Only Natasha got used to that sight.
"Do you think we will succeed in clearing the dungeon in six days?" Natasha asked.
"Not if we rely on your crazy friend," Ryan replied. "I have a plan to increase our hunting speed, but I prefer to wait for a few more days to see if she won't do anything to help."
"If I were you, I wouldn't count on her," Natasha shrugged.
