The Goddamn Were-Rabbit (1)

"Status," I muttered. A familiar chime resounded in my head. 

(Eve) (Title Undecided) (Female)

Race: TransmigratorRank: 8th Circle (Mortal)Faith: Null

Core Abilities/Item

Constitution Of The Origin [1/2]

Equipments

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Inventory

[Pouch Of Water x20][MakeShift Spearsx5][Raw Meat x5][Slime Gelx5][Random Carcassx20][Raw Jerky x10][Lesser Core x49]

Currency

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As you can see, the only thing that significantly changed within the 1 week worth of time I had spent in these plains was that I had evolved from a 9th circle mortal to an 8th circle. These circles represented the trials a mortal had to overcome to evolve and transcend mortality, or so was what my [Question] told me. This World Rank Assessed By Terra, or just World Rank for short, was something that you had to focus on if you wanted to become strong in this world. 

Of course, I wasn't so naive as to believe it was the one thing that wholly determined a person's strength but as of right now, it was the only reference I could use to determine how strong I was. After all, If I was a highschool athlete at the 9th circle [Mortal] rank, I could be compared to a once in a century Olympic athlete at the 8th circle.

 I wonder how it'd feel to be at the 7th circle. 

I took a glance at the sparkling green core of the recently defeated lesser, poison slime and after warily assessing my surroundings, I walked towards the core and picked it up, holding the glass-like crystal and ignored the need to absorb the energy within. 

"Finally," I whispered. "After 1 whole week of running, planning and pulling my hair out, I've finally obtained the last core." I couldn't believe I had actually reached this far. With this one lesser core, I would have amassed a total of 50 lesser cores, a number that had been calculated as the bare minimum to enter the 7th circle and that was with my [Cultivation] skill.

I pity the poor sap that has to ascend to the next circle without my [Cultivation] skill.

I stared at the sparkling core and saw my feminine face muddled with dirt and grass as the reflection. I really looked like one of those women after a month of survival reality shows. I thought I would stink like a skunk but again, fantasy world logic said that I must smell like daisies and roses.

"Grr. . ."

Something growled behind me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I turned around. And before my eyes, was something that looked like a cross-breed between a rabbit and a wolf, a monster that I had dubbed creatively as a were-rabbit. The question was why on earth was a were-rabbit so far away from its own pack, which by the way, was supposed to be far away from the slime's territory. Also, why was its fur red instead of white?

Then, I realized my mistake. "Wait, that wasn't a-?!" But, it was too late.

Ding!

You have used your core skill [Question]. You will not be able to use your core skill [Question] for the next 24 hours. 

Answer! The [Blood WereRabbit] is a rare breed of its kind that only appears once every few decades, born under a rare blood moon which is the reason for its red fur. It is advised for mortals under the seventh circle to avoid them due to their highly aggressive behavior and fangs that can easily break apart even steel.

Warning! It is advised to hide any energy-rich items as WereRabbits or a Blood WereRabbit are very sensitive to them. 

I internally digested the last sentence of the answer I had received. 

"Energy rich items. . .Items rich in energy. Ah." I took a slow glance at the sparkling slime core in my hands and back at the Blood WereRabbit in front of me. 

To test the answer, I moved the slime core around, moving it left to which the Blood WereRabbit also turned left. Then, I moved it right and as if pointing a laser at a cat, the Blood WereRabbit gave out a snarl before following my hands and turning right as well. 

Then, the Blood WereRabbit started to crouch as if preparing to pounce on me. Fuck's sake. I immediately turned tail and ran away, perhaps the fastest I had ever run in both of my lives but maybe I shouldn't have since I heard something tapping the ground at high speeds and turning my head back, I saw that the Blood WereRabbit was quickly chasing me, openly flaunting it's huge fangs at me. 

"Shit, shit!" I cursed. Now, as everyone knew already, I would never fight a battle I wasn't at least ninety percent sure I could win and seeing how I got a very clear warning to not engage in a battle with it unless I was in the seventh circle - a rank I would have already entered by not if not the fucking, big ass WereRabbit chasing me right now. 

The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. I trusted my gut and rolled to the side, narrowly dodging a swipe of the Blood WereRabbit's claws that would have easily beheaded me from the back. Its claws landed on a nearby large rock, slicing it in half which immediately made me feel queasy just imagining that could have been me. It's little nose twitched in annoyance before it snarled at me. 

I got off my ass again and started to haul ass, trying to come up with a plan to deal with the spawn of satan. Shit, I hated rabbits. I swear that if I ever got through this, I'd kill every rabbit I see, even if I somehow got back to Earth and not this shitty world that spawns rabbits that looked like the devil's fucking pet. 

Oh god, what do I do?! Right now, I really wanted to smack myself across the face for wasting a valuable question on useless information when I could have used it to guide me into defeat or at least running away from it. 

My white eyes glanced at the sparkling core in my hands. "Fuck no. Hell if I threw you away!" I was so close. So close to entering the seventh circle and seeing as I nearly hunted all of the slimes in this area, I would have to move to another area to hunt more slimes, a process I really didn't want to do. 

Why don't I want to move to another area to hunt? Because in any other area, big monsters live alongside these 'low-levelled' slimes.

Why don't I just hunt other small monsters akin to these slimes? You really think I haven't thought about that in the one week I was here?

Thought it's better to live another day in misery than to squander your chances of living today? Hell no. I'll smack anyone that said that.

I rolled to the side, once more dodging a life-threatening bite to my neck. I let out a painful grunt when my sides hit a number of pointy rocks hidden beneath the grass. Shit. I couldn't continue running. My legs were sore, my breathing ran haggard. I had to either fight or flight but now that I couldn't 'flight' I had to fight.