I woke up, and the first thing I saw was the giant forest.

  Then, I saw the white angels.

  And then I realized. That damned system of mine had sent me into another world for some side-mission.

  ‘System,’ I groaned mentally, and like an annoying genie with zero customer service skills, it answered:

  [Race: Fluffy Bunny]

  [Unique Class: Burrow Pope]

  [Passive: Absolute Devotion]

  [Active Skill: Holy Chew Beam]

  [Title Earned: Saint of the Thousand Nibbles]

  I blinked. Tiny paws. Twitching nose. Panic. I tried to scream, only managed a squeak.

  Then I saw my kin.

  They were crying?

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  A monocled bunny gasped. “He awakens! The Nibbler Divine returns!”

  Another collapsed in tears. Somewhere, a squeaky choir broke into hymn.

  “Praise his puffy tail!”

  “Hallowed be his hops!”

  “Prepare the ceremonial lettuce!”

  Before I could hop away, they hoisted me onto a mossy stone and crowned me with clover.

  I opened my mouth to object—

  SKREEEEE.

  A hawk descended from the heavens like feathery death incarnate.

  The bunnies screamed. I panicked.

  The system pinged.

  [Holy Chew Beam Activated]

  My jaw unhinged. A golden carrot-laser erupted and vaporized the hawk in a glorious boom of feathers and lightly roasted poultry.

  Silence.

  Then they began to howl.

  “He chewed the Sky Demon!”

  “The Thousand Nibbles are upon us!”

  “Put his face on every cabbage!”

  I sat there, stunned. A tiny bunny pressed a lettuce scroll into my paws and whispered, “Lead us, O Crunchy One.”

  God help me… I think I’m a bunny messiah. A bunny-pope?

  And weirdly, I think I’m okay with that.

  Also, the salad slaps.