Chapter 941

Andrew studied the tiny creature in his hand. It was a small mouse, no bigger than his palm. Its fur was a dusty brown, blending almost perfectly with the surrounding dirt—nature's own camouflage, making it nearly impossible to spot at first glance. What surprised him even more was its strength. Despite its size, the little thing had actually reached the second tier. That was rare. But at the moment, caught in Andrew's grasp, it had no way to fight back. It could only sit there, completely at his mercy. This was a timid mouse, a small creature that lived in rocky caves. Even when fully grown, its strength barely reached Tier Three. It wasn't a matter of effort—it simply wasn't built for combat. Its small body and limited strength made it impossible to go head-to-head with larger predators. Instead, it had adapted in its own way. Living quietly in the outskirts of forests, it survived by feeding on various spiritual herbs. True to its name, the timid mouse was skittish by natur