My Overpowered Bunny Girls

He felt Vex’s heavy, calloused hands clamp down hard on his shoulders, pinning him to the earth as he convulsed. Her voice was distant, heavily distorted, like she was screaming at him from the bottom of an ocean. "Breathe, Cross! The primer is stripping the walls! Your System is trying to adapt! Do not fight the current! You have survived worse than this! HOLD ON!"

Nathan’s vision fractured into blinding white static. The internal mana surge reached critical mass, erupting outward from his pores in a blinding, concussive wave of green-gold light that washed the apocalyptic red from the sky. His System interface violently glitched, shrieking with fatal errors he could no longer read. The voices of his party and his summons dissolved into white noise.

And then, there was nothing but the consuming, transcendent fire.

Vex caught Nathan’s dead weight as his body went totally limp, the final, lingering motes of green-gold light venting from his skin like steam. His breathing was terrifyingly shallow, his pulse a frantic, erratic flutter against his throat, but he was alive.

The primer had taken root. The biological rewrite had begun.

Ember spiraled tightly around them both, her molten body casting a fierce, protective thermal dome over the glassed earth. In the distance, the Tower of the Weeping Stone was finally sealing its dimensional vents. The TCA containment squads were flooding the perimeter. The village of Stonewell was saved.

But Nathan Cross had just been drafted into a fundamentally different war—a violent, internal battle that would dictate the trajectory of his entire existence. And deep within the architecture of his own dormant mana channels, the Heartseed’s aggressive life energy was systematically annihilating the walls that had confined him since the moment he was born.

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The pain faded first.

The burning in his mana channels, the fire in his blood, the deep ache of a body pushed too far—it all went away. The battle sounds faded too—the flames, the monster screams, Vex’s urgent voice calling his name. Everything became distant and quiet.

Then Nathan opened his eyes in a field of flowers.

They stretched to the horizon in every direction—tall stems with wide petals in every color. Crimson, gold, pale blue, deep purple, bright orange, soft green. The flowers swayed in a breeze he could feel but not hear. The sky was clear and blue. The air was warm and soft, smelling faintly of pollen and earth.

It was peaceful. It was beautiful. But it felt wrong, be shouldn’t be here.

Nathan stood there, confused. His body felt weightless and strange. The last thing he remembered was Stonewell—the burning village, the Corrupted Rock Hound, Vex’s fire falling from the sky. The green-gold vial. The mana surge that had ripped through him.

"Where am I?" His voice echoed. "What’s happening to me?"

"You really are interesting."

The voice came from behind him, It was the same voice he’d heard months ago through the corrupted portal in the Frozen Throne—one word before vanishing. "Interesting." It was old, cold, and completely without mercy.

Nathan turned.

A figure stood far away, blurry and hard to focus on. Nathan squinted, but the figure kept shifting and shimmering. It was watching him. It had always been watching him.

Nathan had read enough novels and played enough games in his last like to know what to do when a mysterious, all-powerful being showed up in a dream. He guessed as accurately as he could, given everything he now knew at the moment..

"Pale Shepherd Lord, I presume."

The figure paused. For a moment, the field was completely still.

"Oh?" The voice sounded mildly surprised, like a teacher whose student got an answer right. "Good guess, otherworlder."

Nathan’s blood ran cold.

The Shepherd knew. About his transmigration. About his past life.

"How—how did you—?"

"Do you think you’re the only soul who’s crossed worlds?" The Shepherd’s voice was calm, almost amused. "You’re just one of many, little rabbit king. Souls get pulled from their worlds and scattered across the Towers network. Some do well. Some wither. Some... entertain."

Nathan’s mind raced. The Shepherd could be a transmigrator, like him. A soul from another world who had become this ancient, terrifying thing.

"You... you were from another world too?" Nathan said. His voice was steadier than he felt. "What happened to you?"

"Was. Am. Maybe. It doesn’t matter now." The Shepherd’s blurry form shifted. "What matters is what you do with the life you’ve been given. You’ve fought well, young soul. Better than most. The demi beasts legacy System chose well. Vorlagrath saw something worth releasing. The ember, the fire. It was... nostalgic."

Nathan’s jaw tightened. "You’re behind this. The Cleansing. The Court. The Tower Collapses. The deaths of innocent people. All of it."

"The Court does its job. The Towers do theirs. Death is natural, little rabbit king. The old world has to go before the new one can rise. The weak must be removed so the strong can grow. That’s the natural order. That’s my work."

"You call genocide ’work.’ You call murdering children ’natural.’ You wiped out the Demi-Beasts and call it necessary."

"I consumed them because they threatened what I was building. Their power to grow past the System’s rules... my rules... was dangerous. They would have torn down everything I plan to make. So I removed them. Nothing personal, little rabbit king. Just practical."

"Practical." Nathan’s hands were shaking. "You’re a monster."

"I’m a visionary, a survivor... and So are you. The only difference is the scale at which we operate." The Shepherd’s voice stayed calm, like he was explaining something simple. "I would have destroyed this world myself a long time ago if I weren’t held back by certain rules. The Cleansing is a compromise, a workaround. The Court does what I can’t do directly."

Nathan jumped on the word. "Rules? What rules? Who holds you back?"

The Shepherd didn’t answer. His blurry form turned slightly, like he was looking at something Nathan couldn’t see. "It seems our time is up."

"Wait—"

"Fight hard, young soul." The Shepherd’s voice grew softer and more distant. "Or I’ll consume you too—just like I consumed the Demi-Beasts you’re lucky enough to have summoned."

Nathan’s blood went cold. "You—"

Before he could finish uttering the words his consciousness was pulled away.

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