Demon Hare.

Dian absorbed the information relayed by the demon system, his mind grappling with the gravity of the situation. It was a lot to take in. He had been transported to a world that was not his own, severed from everything he knew and understood. Earth felt like a distant memory, a place he longed to return to but had no idea how.

This newfound realm he found himself in was teeming with demons, a multitude of otherworldly creatures lurking in the shadows. Dian's heart sank at the realization that danger surrounded him at every turn. Survival became his primary objective, and he understood that he needed to become stronger, to adapt and evolve if he were to stand a chance against the hostile inhabitants of this realm.

The demon system offered him a path to growth. By slaying demons, Dian could absorb their souls, gaining their essence and utilizing it to level up. Each demon he vanquished would provide him with valuable nutrients called experience, bolstering his own strength and granting him precious stat points. With these points, he could enhance his physical attributes, pushing the limits of his body to new heights.

But it didn't stop there. Dian discovered the possibility of acquiring the skills of the demons he defeated. These abilities, born from the essence of the creatures, could become his own, granting him extraordinary powers and granting him an edge in battle. Some of the mightiest demons he encountered possessed souls that could manifest as physical objects, fused with his own essence. These artifacts would serve as potent weapons, ready to be summoned at his command.

Moreover, Dian learned that he could also acquire classes. Whether through slaying demons or mastering a specific profession, he could earn a unique designation that would shape his abilities and unlock special skills. However, each class possessed its own set of levels, indicating the extent of his mastery and the potential for growth within that particular path.

Dian sighed as he looked towards the window of text infront of him.

None of this is normal.

All of it is normal.

No, not from where I am, it isn't.

Perched atop a sturdy tree branch, Dian took a moment to gather his thoughts and process the newfound information. The tree provided him with a vantage point, a strategic position that offered a measure of safety from potential ambushes by roaming demons.

Will I be able to go back home?

It is Possible.

Dian's hopes suddenly lit up.

How!?

Unknown with limited information known.

Of course. Dian thought as he shrugged his shoulders.

One last thing.

Yes?

Am I still a human?

No, you stopped being Human once you absorbed a demon's soul.

Dian's mind was filled with a mixture of worry and introspection. The revelation of his altered state, no longer fully human, sent a chilling wave down his spine. The weight of his transformed identity hung heavily upon him, a burden he had not anticipated and had no means of undoing. The realization brought forth a sense of unease and uncertainty about his place in this new reality.

However, amidst the turmoil within him, Dian couldn't deny the detached sense of self he had always possessed. From a young age, he had known nothing of a normal life. As an orphan, he had been forcibly taken by a rebellion group, indoctrinated, and trained to become a merciless killer. Though the rebellion eventually crumbled, its impact lingered, leaving Dian with a deep-seated brainwashing that he struggled to overcome.

At the age of fifteen, he was coerced into joining a special military program designed for children like him, stripped of their innocence and forced into a life of violence. Within the confines of this program, he received education and training, but Dian had never truly known a sense of belonging or a place to call home. He lacked the understanding of why he fought to protect his country, and he had never formed true attachments with his fellow soldiers. Instead, survival and camaraderie were the only constants he had known.

The absence of a traditional upbringing and a sense of belonging had left Dian emotionally detached, unable to forge deep connections with others. The hardships he endured had molded him into a hardened individual, guided by the instincts to kill, survive, and display solidarity with his fellow soldiers. These were the only familiar aspects of his existence, the only pillars he had held onto throughout his tumultuous life.

Pushing aside the weight of his new existence, Dian focused on the immediate task at hand. He needed to secure a safe haven, a place where he could gather his thoughts and strategize his next moves. But before that, he required a weapon, something to defend himself against the formidable threats lurking in this unforgiving realm. His demon system urged him to embrace his newfound power and become stronger, emphasizing the necessity of killing demons to survive.

The priorities lined up in Dian's mind. A safe place took precedence, providing a sanctuary from the perils of this unfamiliar land. Without it, he would be exposed and vulnerable to the dangers that surrounded him. Additionally, a weapon was vital for his survival, a means to fend off the relentless attacks of demons and protect himself.

Yet, Dian's needs extended beyond mere shelter and weaponry. He required sustenance to sustain himself in this harsh environment. Food and water became essential, resources he needed to procure to keep his strength and energy levels intact. The basic necessities of survival could not be overlooked.

Lastly, communication became a pressing concern. Dian recognized the value of finding a community, a group of individuals with shared goals and experiences. Through such a collective, he could find solace, learn from their wisdom, and perhaps even receive assistance in navigating this treacherous landscape.

With these five pillars in mind, Dian set his course. Obviously, leaving at night would be suicide but as soon as dawn breaks, He would seek out a safe haven, locate a suitable weapon, secure sustenance, quench his thirst, and search for a community that could provide guidance and support.

With resourcefulness in mind, Dian scanned his surroundings for any object that could serve as a makeshift weapon. Even something as simple as a sharpened stick would suffice, as long as it had enough strength to bring down a creature like the demon hare he had encountered earlier.

Well, Hello there~

Spotting a pointy rock nearby, Dian leaped down from the tree branch, his agility honed from his combat experience. He reached out and clasped the rock in his hand, envisioning how it could be used to his advantage. However, his excitement was short-lived as the rock inexplicably vanished from his grip, as if it had never been there in the first place.

Alert and on edge, Dian's instincts kicked in. He raised his hands in a defensive stance, ready for any potential threat. Confusion filled his mind as he questioned the disappearance of the rock. But then, a sudden realization struck him.

"I have an inventory?" Dian voiced his astonishment, his eyes fixated on the screen that materialized before him. The system had bestowed upon him an inventory, a place where he could store and access various items. With a mix of curiosity and anticipation, he explored the inventory window that appeared, revealing four empty slots and one filled with a rock

Huh, That's useful.

Having acclimated to the chaos unfolding around him, Dian's mind adapted to the unusual occurrences and the relentless challenges he faced. He had come to realize that in this unfamiliar and perilous environment, it was often wiser to refrain from questioning the intricacies and mysteries that surrounded him, as the answers often brought more confusion than clarity.

Before climbing back on his tree branch, Dian's gaze fell upon some moving bushes as he got ready to intercept whatever that would pop out of it but he was surprised to see the same yellow rabbit he had encountered earlier. Though his previous kicks had left noticeable marks on the creature, it appeared that some of its injuries had inexplicably healed. Dian pondered whether the rabbit sought a rematch or if there was another motive behind its renewed aggression. Whatever the reason, Dian's resolve remained unyielding, as he refused to back down in the face of hostility. He had come to understand that vanquishing these demons would serve as a means of sustenance and growth, and he was prepared to confront any challenge that came his way.

Hey system! How do I get the rock I picked up, out of my inventory?

Dian asked in his mind and the rock he had just picked up appeared in his hands.

Neat!

The yellow rabbit approached Dian with cautious intent, its eyes fixed on him as it prepared to strike. Dian's focus sharpened, his gaze narrowing as he swiftly hurled the rock towards the charging creature. With precise aim, the rock found its mark, striking the rabbit with a resounding impact. The creature stumbled, momentarily disoriented by the force of the blow.

Seizing the opportunity, Dian lunged forward, swiftly pinning the rabbit down with the strength of his leg. His hands instinctively reached for the nearby pointy rock, grasping it firmly. With a determined resolve, he plunged the rock into the rabbit's neck, puncturing its flesh. The onslaught of pain elicited a piercing scream from the wounded creature, accompanied by spurts of crimson as blood spilled forth.

Undeterred by the rabbit's cries, Dian maintained his grip, his hand steady as he sought to drive the pointy rock deeper. His actions were fueled by a relentless determination to neutralize the threat before him, ensuring his own survival in this unforgiving realm.

As Dian realized that the pointy rock wasn't sufficient for a swift and clean kill, he had no choice but to resort to a more brutal method. With a determined resolve, he began relentlessly bashing the rabbit's skull with the rock in his hand. Each strike sent shivers down his spine, mingling with the cries of the rabbit until they eventually ceased, leaving Dian with blood-stained hands and a lifeless creature before him.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the absence of complications, Dian took a step back, trying to distance himself from the gruesome scene. However, his moment of respite was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of a vibrant green orb emanating from the slain demon hare. Panic surged through Dian as he instinctively attempted to swat the orb away, but to his surprise, it was quickly absorbed into his hand.

A system window materialized before him, displaying a simple message that carried profound implications:

Exp: +1

Experience to level up? Does that mean I'll need to eliminate approximately eight more demon hares to achieve the next level? Dian pondered, contemplating the task that lay ahead. Placing the lifeless body of the demon hare into his inventory, he recognized the value of the creature's bony blades, which would serve as formidable weapons in his current unarmed state.

However, his initial excitement wavered as doubts crept into his mind. He had anticipated more substantial rewards for vanquishing a demon. Hadn't the system mentioned the possibility of obtaining a plethora of new items from such encounters? Perplexed, Dian awaited further information.

Just as he began to question the system's promises, a text window materialized before him, signaling the arrival of crucial data. Eagerly, Dian delved into the details, hoping to gain insight into the nature of the demon hares. Little did he know that what he was about to discover would prove to be nothing short of shocking.

Dian's newfound knowledge from the demon system revealed a disconcerting truth: the demon hare he had just slain was in its infancy. This realization explained the limited rewards he had received, with only a meager experience point to show for his efforts. However, the information he uncovered about the demon hares carried far greater implications.

It appeared that demon hares employed a unique survival strategy for their young. These infant hares were tasked with engaging weaker entities in combat, a means of building their courage and honing their skills for future self-sufficiency. Should the entity they faced prove too formidable, the infants would flee to seek the protection and healing of their mothers. In the unfortunate event of an infant's demise, the mother would unleash a vengeful fury upon the killer, relenting only after exacting revenge for its fallen offspring.

And here was the concerning part.

A demon hare's mother is about 7 feet tall with blades so sharp that it could cut through stone.

As if on cue, the colossal rabbit emerged from the shadows, its yellow and red-ish fur standing out against the surrounding landscape. The mother rabbit surveyed the area with a sense of urgency, searching for its lost offspring. However, its focus quickly shifted when it caught sight of the telltale signs of blood staining the ground and Dian's hand.

"Ahhh, Fudgesicles."