The golden light radiating from the Dragon’s Heart Core intensified until the cramped apartment was entirely drowned in crimson and golden light, painting the cheap drywall in the dramatic shades of a sunset.
The summoning mandala etched into the hardwood beneath Nathan’s boots blazed, its intricate geometric edges licked with ethereal, golden flames that gave off no heat. The runic symbols began to violently spiral through the air, the fundamental code of the Bunny Girl System aggressively rewriting itself across reality in jagged strokes of raw dragon fire. The heavy Heart Core pulsed in Nathan’s palm—once, twice, three times—each deep thud shaking the floorboards like a seismic tremor.
Then, the blinding light violently collapsed inward.
The immense energy of the Heart Core was entirely consumed, sucked down into the center of the circle like an ocean draining into a sinkhole. The ethereal flames guttered out. The glowing runes faded into the floorboards. And sitting dead center in the burnt circle, possessing the eerie, absolute stillness of an apex predator at rest, was a small form.
A bunny.
Her fur was a brilliant orange-red, the exact color of dying embers, heavily patterned with dark, jagged tiger-like stripes running down her spine. Small, dense tufts of fur around the base of her long ears rose sharply like tiny horns, giving her small silhouette a distinctly draconic, predatory cast. She opened her eyes. They were not the fierce pink of Mirko or the absolute void-black of Kuro. They were heavily slit-pupiled, burning with the exact same ancient, terrifying gold as Vorlagrath’s own.
Before anyone in the room could react, Nathan’s interface violently short-circuited.
The familiar, clean blue panels of the Bunny Girl System flickered aggressively and began to violently spiral. The sheer density of the dragon energy was too much for the System’s standard parameters to process. The catalyst was a Mythic-grade drop from a true, ancient king. It was never designed to be bottlenecked through a standard summoning protocol.
[Warning: Catalyst energy exceeding standard parameters.]
[Stabilizing...]
[Stabilization insufficient. Initiating forced evolution.]
The small bunny’s body began to glow.
Raw dragon fire violently erupted from her fur—a blinding vortex of crimson and gold, the exact same fire that had blazed within Vorlagrath’s chest.
Nathan’s interface frantically tried to keep up, the numbers blurring across his retinas: Level 2. Level 3. Level 4. The sheer volume of ancient energy was forcefully propelling her evolution, entirely bypassing the gradual, hard-fought growth that Mirko and Kuro had undergone. The catalyst was too immense. The System was actively failing to contain it.
Level 5. Level 6. Level 7.
The fire in the room intensified, throwing massive, dancing shadows against the walls. Lucy scrambled backward on the mattress, her eyes wide with fear and awe. Dillon instinctively pushed off the wall, his hand dropping to the hilt of his katana. Garrett slowly raised Volcan—not as a threat, but simply acknowledging the sheer kinetic pressure in the room. Elise’s circlet flared brilliantly, her [Mana Shield] automatically deploying in response to the overwhelming surge of ambient magic.
Level 8. Level 9.
"Hmph!" Mirko stepped forward as she gleamed sharply in the firelight. "This is... this is highly irregular! Master, what is happening to the summon?!"
’The dragon heart... It is forcing her evolution,’ Kuro observed, her mental voice laced with rare, sharp surprise. ’The catalyst’s power is too dense. She is ascending before she has even been named.’
[Ding! Level 10.]
The bunny’s small body became a blinding silhouette of internal fire. Her form began to rapidly shift—but this was not the elegant, controlled transformation of Mirko’s evolution which wrapped in spiraling winds and luminous petals. Nor was it the shadowy, geometric emergence of Kuro’s ascension. This was something else entirely. Something violent, explosive, and beautiful.
The dragon’s heart was not gently guiding her evolution. It was commanding it, violently.
She rose from the center of the circle, her small form violently dissolving into a roaring column of flame that brushed the ceiling and spread outward like a second, burning sky. The fire let out a deafening roar—a sound identical to the dying breath of the Last King—and then, abruptly, it parted like a curtain.
A woman stood in the center of the dissipating smoke.
She was tall and strikingly athletic. Her body was toned with visible, corded muscle definition that spoke of extreme, rigorous discipline and countless hours of brutal training. She lacked the bulky mass of a bodybuilder, possessing instead the lean, tightly coiled power of a master martial artist—every muscle cleanly defined, every curve serving a lethal purpose. Her hair was a wild, untamed mane of crimson, falling to her mid-back like cooled embers. Two long bunny ears rose proudly from her crown, the fur matching the orange-red of her initial form, their tips aggressively tufted to resemble small horns.
Her eyes were fiercely slit-pupiled and burned with liquid gold—Vorlagrath’s fire, tempered and contained within a mortal vessel. Faint, shimmering scale-like patterns traced the length of her forearms and the sharp angles of her cheekbones, glowing with residual heat. Her features were sharp, regal, and fiercely disciplined—the face of a warrior who had been waiting centuries for a Summoner worthy of her blade.
And her outfit...
Lucy made a small, strangled sound of pure awe. Dillon’s jaw literally dropped, Cloudy sparking erratically in sympathy. Even Elise’s usually impenetrable composure cracked with genuine surprise.
It was a bunny suit, but it shared absolutely no DNA with Mirko’s heavy, ornate knightly suit or Kuro’s sleek, tactical bodysuit. This was a martial arts uniform violently reimagined. It was a form-fitting crimson and gold bodysuit that hugged every muscular curve and outlined every sinew, yet somehow looked designed for absolute, unrestricted kinetic mobility. The fabric gleamed faintly with a microscopic scale pattern, dragon hide rendered into cloth.
Heavy, practical wrappings covered her forearms and calves, pulled tight. The neckline plunged into a deep, aggressive V, revealing the shimmering dragon-scale markings that traced her collarbone and the swell of her generous chest. Her midriff was entirely exposed, proudly displaying the sharply defined ridges of her abdominal muscles. The bodysuit hugged her thick, powerful thighs and the curve of her hips with the ruthless precision of a second skin.
She was breathtaking and terrifying.
Nathan’s interface flared one last time as the Bunny Girl System finally stabilized, the glitching static resolving into clean, sharp text. Class options rapidly flickered across his vision, a dozen different possibilities generated by the sheer versatility of the dragon’s heart.
But the dragon energy was not offering choices today. It was choosing.
One by one, the standard options were forcefully bypassed, violently rejected by the overwhelming, ancient influence of the catalyst.
[Class options bypassed. Catalyst override active.]
[Special Class Assigned: Martial Artist.]
[Class Skills Unlocked:]
[Dragon King’s Ascension Lv.1] — Movement Technique. The user explodes forward with overwhelming speed, leaving dragon-shaped afterimages in their wake. Every step builds kinetic momentum, allowing the chaining of devastating strikes while rendering their true physical position nearly impossible to track.
[Tyrant Dragon Fist Lv.1] — Offensive Technique. The martial artist condenses raw draconic energy into their fists before unleashing a crushing, localized strike. On impact, a colossal dragon’s head manifests briefly, exponentially multiplying the kinetic force and sending catastrophic shockwaves through the target, capable of shattering heavy armor and breaking defensive techniques.
[Retained Bunny Skills: Dragon Core (Passive) — Cultivates and processes ambient energy within the core, allowing the user to transcend standard mana limits. Primal Screech — A disorienting, concussive roar. Fighting Spirit — Allows the user to maintain full combat capability even when physically exhausted.]
[Ding! Third Summon Complete!]
[Bunny Girl Summon slots: 3/5.]
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