PotatoYawn

In a world where gods bicker like siblings, heroes flex for fame, and magic flows as freely as tavern ale, one unlucky soul gets the reincarnation deal of a lifetime—well, almost.

Waking up in a fluffy body with twitchy ears and a tail that won't stop wiggling, our protagonist quickly realizes his new life isn’t exactly the stuff of epic ballads. He’s not a fearsome dragon, a dashing swordsman, or even a mildly threatening goblin. Nope. He’s a rabbit—a cute, pint-sized ball of fluff with "snack" written all over him.

But hey, when life gives you carrots, you make stew… or, uh, figure out how not to become rabbit stew. Armed with quick wits, an absurd amount of luck, and a knack for dodging death by hopping around, this hare-raising adventure sees him hopping through a magical world full of danger, absurdity, and even romance. (Who knew some people were into rabbits?!)

With gods watching his every move, adventurers mistaking him for loot, and predators thinking he looks delicious, one thing’s for sure: it’s not easy being prey. But with a little cunning and maybe some help from a snarky companion or two, he might just prove that even the smallest creature can have the biggest bite.

Reincarnated as a Rabbit: Tales of Carrots and Chaos

The comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon greeted me as I descended into the common area of the Golden Hearth. The warmth of the hearth fire mingled with the soft chatter of early risers, creating a cozy bubble of normalcy. Sunlight streamed through the wide windows, glinting off the polished wooden tables and bathing the room in a golden glow. If I ignored everything outside, this could almost feel like peace.

I slid into our usual corner table, the one that offered a clear view of the entire room. Across from me, Lunara already sat, her slim fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. The sunlight caught her silver hair—it was rare to see her in her humanoid form outside the streets, but this morning she looked radiant. And there it was: a smile. Small, faint, and fleeting, but unmistakably real.

"You're in a good mood," I said, leaning back in my chair with a smirk.

Chapter 66 – Calm Before the Storm