The Bunny Kid Who Wants To Become The Strongest Chapter 1: The Bunny kid who wants to become the strongest

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The village lay quiet under the night sky, broken only by the crackle of torches and the distant hum of insects. In the town square, a crowd had gathered around something rare for a settlement like this—an old television perched atop a wooden cart, its screen casting bluish light across weathered faces. Farmers. Blacksmiths. Merchants. Children. All of them pressed together, eyes fixed forward. Elder Hagan, grizzled and leaning on his cane, squinted at the screen. "Turn it up, lad." The boy at the front twisted the knob. The broadcast flickered. Static crackled. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the picture distorted—then steadied. A tall figure stepped into frame from the darkness. His top hat cast a long shadow. His coat swayed with each step. And his voice, when it came, was smooth and unnervingly playful. "Hello, hello there, viewers~" Villagers exchanged uneasy glances. Some clutched prayer necklaces. Others reached instinctively for weapons. "I have hacked every TV. And I mean... everyone's." A shiver ran through the crowd. Even here, in their secluded corner of the world, the weight of those words landed. "And you're probably wondering—who am I?" He chuckled, twirling his cane before resting it on his shoulder. His presence felt both regal and dangerous, like a king long bored of his throne. "I am the strongest man alive." Silence. The baker dropped his loaf. Village guards froze, knuckles white on their spears. "And I want to be beaten." Murmurs erupted. The blacksmith's son clenched his fists. A cloaked traveler at the back tilted his head slowly. Even Elder Hagan's eyes glimmered—something between suspicion and curiosity. "It's been a month since the Supreme Council officially recognized me as the strongest. And let me tell you—it's been so boring." Nervous laughter scattered through the crowd. Others frowned, stirred by something older and fiercer. "Now, I won't reveal myself. I won't say where I am. But here's all you need to know—" He leaned closer to the camera, as if speaking directly into their souls. "Whoever defeats me—kills me, or makes me surrender—will be rewarded. One trillion gold. The finest sky ship in existence. Mythical weapons. Magic scrolls containing spells lost to time. And best of all... the power to create your own domain." Stunned silence. Then chaos. "Is this a trick?!" a merchant shouted. "He must be mad!" a mother clutched her child. But some stood perfectly still. The ambitious. The fearless. The ones who heard opportunity where others heard madness. "Invitations have been sent across all worlds. If you accept—know this: the Supreme Council will hunt you. But that's fine, isn't it?" His chuckle lingered like a whisper on wind. "Anyway. I must go. I wish you all luck." A final tip of his hat. The screen went black. Silence. "HAHAHAHAHA!" Laughter exploded from the tavern as a burly warrior slammed his fist on the table. "A trillion gold?! A sky ship?! I'm in!" "This could be our chance," a robed sorcerer murmured, mind already racing somewhere far ahead. The village erupted with excitement and fear. Some trembled. Others felt something wake inside them—hunger, thrill, the pull of adventure. One thing was clear: the world would never be the same. The television's glow flickered in a small wooden home. Half-eaten plates sat on the table, a single candle burning low. On the floor, wide-eyed and ears perked, sat Eleo—an eight-year-old bunny kid with enough energy to shatter mountains. Beside him in a creaky rocking chair lounged Grandpa Gou: an old warrior-turned-fisherman with a face like weathered stone and the personality of a shipwrecked sailor. The screen went black. Silence. Eleo's nose twitched. "GRANDPA GOU!! I WANNA BE THE STRONGEST!!" Gou rubbed his temples. "Boy, did you hear a single thing that man just said?" Eleo grinned, buck teeth gleaming. "Yeah! He said if you beat him, you become the strongest!" Gou facepalmed hard enough to nearly tip the chair. "Not just that, ya goofy fur