Drenched in steaming water, a man materialized in the middle of a grassy plain; he was completely naked, with a foamy, white substance in his short, black-hair. He casually muttered “Okay then… that was weird. Hmmm~ probably aliens? Well, I could just be dreaming, or dead, but somehow, this place feels kinda… different? Maybe I was abducted, or fell through some sort of trans-dimensional portal, heh. Sigh, they could have at least waited until I was finished though.” As soap leaked into his eyes, he shouted “Ow-ow-ow, shit! Damn it! Gah, oi, whoever brought me here; couldn’t you have waited until ‘after’ I got out of the fucking shower!?”

Unbeknownst to the mysterious, eighteen to thirty year old Human, a small yet ferocious predator stealthily approached. Before he even had a chance to react, the fluffy, white rabbit, with blood-thirsty, bright-red eyes, leapt into the air and headbutted his lower-spine.

Strangely enough, the relatively muscular man was launched a few meters forward by the attack; the large green ‘health-bar’ appearing above his head, was nearly emptied. His ‘HP’ was only at 3/10, and the words ‘partial-paralysis’ suddenly appeared in neon-orange, next to the name “Michael” which was solid black.

On that man’s lower-back, was a huge, dark-red bruise, which seemed to be internally bleeding quite a bit. Since he was unable to remove the soap from his eyes, there was also a ‘blinded’ debuff as well.

As the blood pooled in his abdomen, from his broken spine and ruptured internal organs, he lost another point of health. However, even under such excruciating pain and discomfort, he was surprisingly calm, and only groaned a few times, before promptly dying.

The pale-skinned corpse, which was mostly intact, was immediately surrounded by five small, white-rabbits: Each of them became dyed a deep crimson from the carnage. Once there were only shattered bones, clumps of hair hair, broken nails, and a few chunks of uneaten flesh, a small, inconspicuous pearl was remaining.

Out of the five ravenous beasts, only the one who killed “Michael” was able to consume his ‘mana-core’ and evolve. Thus, the bloodthirsty creatures continued to slaughter each-other, until only the strongest remained.

When the severely wounded rabbit swallowed the mysterious pearl, its body swelled to at least twice its previous size, and a large, spiral horn erupted from its forehead. Even though it was on the verge of death before that moment, with only 1/5 health remaining, the HP swiftly jumped up to 5/10; once it completely devoured its former comrades’ mana-cores, a bright white light descended upon it, and a loud ringing resounded in the surroundings.

Next to the generic name “Horned Rabbit” was the number two, signifying that it had ‘leveled-up’ and all of its health-points were instantly filled, while also increasing to fifteen. A bodiless spirit, in the shape of a tiny, pitched-black will-o’-the-wisp, was quietly observing the entire scene; then it finally started laughing hysterically, and after the creature scampered off into the distance, a completely naked, level-one, human male materialized, standing on the blood-soaked ground.

This time “Michael” didn’t have soap in his hair, or water on his deathly-pale skin, but strangely enough, he had a wide grin on his face. After stretching his newly formed body, he said to himself “I wonder if this is a virtual-reality game? Sigh, those bunnies were so adorable… even if they are slightly dangerous. Well, I still think it’s probably aliens, or maybe my whole fucking life until now has just been inside of a VR. Hmmm, I mean, it’s not like I really had that many attachments. It figures though, I finally get a job, and before my first day of work, I get abducted into a different reality, hahahaha~!”

While laughing maniacally, he had once again, drawn the ire of a small, white-furred, red-eyed rabbit. However, this time, he could hear it crawling through the thick, knee-high, green-grass; yet, when he turned around, his reflexes weren’t fast enough to change his fate.

Michael was only five and a half feet tall, so the little critter was able to leap all the way up to his chest, and perform a powerful headbutt, which broke his sternum, and the concussive force had immediately stopped his heart. A huge, bright red number appeared above his head, as his entire health-pool was instantly drained to negative three: It was a deadly strike, causing three times the normal amount of damage.

This time, the rabbit directly dug the mana-core out of the corpse’ skull, and evolved before any of the others had a chance to attack it. The pitch-black wisp sighed dramatically, as it muttered “What’s up with this hardcore difficulty? Actually, why the fuck are these bunnies spawn camping me? I haven’t seen anyone else suddenly appear in this field, so is it just me? Hmmm, normally, wouldn’t the player start out in a town or village of some sort? Hell, if this was a damn hero-summoning story… ugh; actually, I would rather get repeatedly murdered by these adorable rodents, then have to deal with that kinda drama.”

He appeared to be the type of person who talked to himself, a lot. When Michael’s human body was reformed for the third time, he had finally decided to be quiet, and only softly grumbled “Ew?” as he looked down at his feet, which were standing inside of his former chest.

Unlike the previous pack of rabid rodents, the one who insta-killed him, left without devouring his corpse. As he casually started walking in the opposite direction from where the two horned rabbits had gone, he mumbled “Well, if I ever get hungry and can’t find anything to eat, heh-heh…”

On the horizon in each direction, there was nothing but grassy hills, so there was no real difference to him, except that he had guessed that the more powerful creatures would probably go to a place that fit their level and rank. It wasn’t hard for him to notice that next to the number by their name, there was also a letter.

Before the rabbits had evolved, there was a ‘G’ and afterwards, it had changed to ‘F’. He assumed that eating the mana-core would either boost experience, or increase the base stats, depending on the relative ranks and levels.

However, in order to test out that theory, and lessen his chance continually getting insta-killed, he needed to find one of those tiny critters. Michael could hear them crawling around in the grass, but they kept their distance, and didn’t let him get too close. He snickered and whispered “So they act like normal bunnies when you’re trying to kill them, but the moment you drop your guard…”

Then he purposefully looked up at the cloudy sky, which tempted one of the less cautious ones to jump towards his stomach. Yet, before it could reach his body, he move to the left, and then grabbed both of its ears with his left hand; his vice-like grip, crushed them to the point where the creature received two points of damage.

It released a horrible screeching noise, and he suddenly received a ‘stunned’ debuff, which made his head feel like it was going to explode. Fortunately, the duration wasn’t very long, and the other rabbits that would have taken that opportunity to attack him, were also hit by the ‘AoE’ crowd-control ability.

Michael sighed at the squirming and helpless little bunny, then muttered “Sorry, but it’s your own damn fault for trying to kill me. Ugh, gross...” as he used his left hand to break its neck. The eyes bulged out, and blood squirted out of its tiny nostrils, as a huge bright-red seven appeared above its head; he couldn’t help but curse “For fuck’s sake, gory games are a lot more fun when you don’t have to touch, feel, and smell them. Who ever designed this shit, really shouldn’t have put so much detail into it. Why does a stun, have to include actual mind-numbing agony?”

He sighed dramatically, as he saw something pop-up in the corner of his vision; he had received 1/10 experience needed for him to level-up from simply killing it. While grimacing, he used both of his hands to crush and twist the rabbit’s head until it made a terrible popping noise: splattering blood and brain-matter all over his face and chest.

After dropping the carcass into the tall-grass, he looked at the gore in his right palm, and had to pick through it, until finding an unreasonably small, transparent-bead. Michael gagged a few times, before quickly picking it up, and shoving it into his mouth; then he immediately swallowed it, while trying to spit out the fur that had rubbed off the mana-core and attached to his tongue.

If he wasn’t completely certain of his apparent immortality, he probably wouldn’t have so casually tested his theory. He assumed that there was a fifty-percent chance that he would either die, or receive a minor experience-boost.

After a few seconds of waiting, while being vigilant of his surroundings, a big holographic screen popped up in front of him. Along with a notification which read “Stats have increased after digesting a level-one, rank ‘G’ white-rabbit’s mana-core: Aura +.1, Agility +.5.”

[Player Information

Name: Michael

Titles: The Nudist, The Noob

Level: 1

Experience: 1/10

Age: Adult

Race: Human

Class: None

Specialization: None

Profession: Unemployed]

[Stats

Health: 10/10

Mana: 15/15

Stamina: 4/5

Mana Regen per minute: 20

Health Regen per hour: 10

Strength: 3

Vitality: 1

Endurance: 1

Dexterity: 3

Agility: 1.5

Intelligence: 3

Wisdom: 2

Perception: 1

Charisma: 1

Willpower: 7

Luck: 7

Aura: 1.1

Attack Rating: 15

Defense Rating: .5]