Han Sen frowned. He had been stung by something. On his hand, there was a red dot that oozed a droplet of blood.
Han Sen scanned the wound and was relieved to learn he had not been poisoned or infected by the stinger, whatever it was.
Han Sen's fitness was high, too, so the wound healed almost instantaneously. There was no lasting pain, either.
He pulled open his pocket to get a look at what was going on with the beetle, and determine why the docile creature had seemingly attacked him, all of a sudden.
The beetle had never been aggressive before, and it was the slowest little thing Han Sen had ever seen in his life. It was a genuine slowpoke.
As such, he was both surprised and concerned to realize he had been stung by it.
But now, with the pocket open, Han Sen was shocked after taking a look—the beetle was gone!
