The World Is Mine For The Taking Chapter 996 - 152 - The Rabbitman Tribe (1)

We’d been staying in the Feliann tribe for about five days now, and honestly, it was kind of amazing. Everything about this place—the rhythm of life, the culture, the people—was fascinating in a way that made realize just how much I’d been missing out on. Seeing an entirely different world unfold right before my eyes was sothing I never thought I’d find so refreshing.

Back in my past life, I never cared about stuff like this. Different cultures, different traditions... it all just sounded like background noise to . But now, standing here with a new life and new eyes, I found myself enjoying even the simplest things. The way the Feliann people went about their mornings, the way they treated each other—it was like watching sothing alive and warm. It made appreciate the calm, the simplicity, even the mundane.

ria was in the middle of the village, laughing as she carried two little Feliann kids on her shoulders. Their tiny tails twitched as they giggled, their soft ears flopping with each bounce. It was... honestly too cute for words. Seeing her like that gave a strange sense of peace that I hadn’t felt in a long ti.

"Fuaaahhhh...~" Trill’s voice stretched through the air, sleepy and soft. She finally woke up, yawning so hard that her tail twitched lazily.

I wasn’t sure if she was just catching up on all the rest she’d missed because I was always away doing sothing, but seeing her so full of life again was nice.

"You’re awake," I said with a grin. "Did you have a good night’s sleep?"

She blinked at for a few seconds, her expression kind of blank, like her mind hadn’t fully started yet. Then her eyes flicked to , and she said, without hesitation,

"Oh, yeah. We fucked last night."

I blinked, then exhaled through my nose, a small smirk tugging at my lips. She really didn’t rember at first, huh? But then, a second later, realization hit her like a spark.

"Ahhh... that was a good fuck. I totally blanked out, didn’t I?" she said with a sly smile, tilting her head.

"Well, you kinda did," I replied, chuckling. "But it still felt pretty damn good, though."

There we were, just casually talking about sex first thing in the morning like it was the most natural thing in the world. The mood was calm, easy, and a little too relaxed for a conversation like that—until we heard sothing echoing from outside.

A deep horn blast rolled through the air.

It was the tribe’s morning call. Normally, it wasn’t anything to worry about—just the sound they used to mark the start of the day, letting everyone know it was ti to move.

But this ti, instead of one long tone, there were two.

"Two horns?" Trill muttered, sitting up. Her ears twitched, alert. "Haven’t heard that in a while."

"What does that an?" I asked, pulling my shirt back on.

"It ans soone from another tribe just arrived," she said, brushing her hair back. "I wonder who it is this ti..."

"Well," I said, standing up and stretching, "we’re not gonna find out by staying cooped up in here."

After getting dressed, we stepped outside. The cool morning air hit my skin, and I could already hear voices coming from near the front gate. Curious murmurs, whispers, the clanking of weapons. The Feliann warriors were already gathered, forming a line with their spears raised slightly.

From a distance, I couldn’t make out who the visitors were, but then—sothing familiar caught my attention. It wasn’t their faces that gave it away but their silhouettes. The shape of their ears.

There was no mistaking that.

"Rabbitn?" I muttered, narrowing my eyes.

The mont I saw them, it all clicked. The fluffy white tails, the long rabbit ears twitching at every sound—they were unmistakable. The Rabbitn tribe, one of the more distinct beast tribes in the Beast Kingdom.

"Rabbitn tribe?" Trill repeated, a little surprised. "Didn’t expect them to co here..."

We pushed through the small crowd until I spotted Lionel standing near the entrance, talking with the guards. I made my way over, but before I could even say anything, my gaze landed on one of the newcors—and my steps slowed.

Wait... that face.

It took only a second to rember her. I’d seen her before—during the raid at the slave market. That sa sharp look in her eyes, that sa confident posture. It was definitely her. The rabbit woman from back then.

Our eyes t across the space between us. Even without saying a word, I could feel it—she recognized too.

"Do you know her, Leon?" Lionel asked beside , noticing the look we exchanged.

"Well, yeah. I saw her briefly before, but that’s about it," I said. "Do you know her?"

"Of course," Lionel said, crossing his arms. "That’s the current warrior leader of the Rabbitn. She’s... well, let’s just say she’s tougher to deal with than most of her tribe."

From her stance alone, it was obvious she wasn’t just anyone. The way she carried herself, the strength in her gaze, even the subtle pressure she gave off—it all scread authority. She wasn’t just powerful; she knew she was powerful.

Her attention shifted toward completely now, ignoring everyone else.

"You must be that person," she said, her tone calm but sharp. Her eyes locked on like a predator sizing up its prey. "The elven breeder, as they call you."

I sighed inwardly. That damn title again. Sure, it fit the reputation, but it wasn’t exactly sothing I wanted stamped on my forehead.

"I’ve heard rumors that you were here, so I ca to see for myself," she continued, taking a step closer. "As I suspected—you’re the sa man from before, aren’t you?"

"That was just a short encounter," I said, holding her gaze. "Still, I’m surprised you rembered after all that ti."

"Well," she said, smirking slightly, "you recognized too, didn’t you?"

I gave a small laugh. "Fair enough."

"So, why are you here?" I asked, tilting my head. "Did you just co all the way here to see who this ’elven breeder’ is? If that’s all, then you’ve probably seen enough already."

"Maybe," she said with a shrug. "But honestly, I’m a bit surprised myself. You’ve made quite the na for yourself. The whole Great Forest knows about you now. The elves, the beast tribes—and I even heard you’ve gotten involved with the dryads too."

"Well," I said with a faint grin, "I guess the variety adds a bit of flavor, doesn’t it?"

She looked at for a mont, her expression unreadable, before letting out a small chuckle. "I’m not assuming you’re interested in too, are you? Because if that’s the case, then I’m sorry. Even though you’ve managed to charm the leaders of so of the strongest races in the Great Forest—you’re not my type."

The way she said it was blunt, but there was a kind of honesty in her tone that made it sound less like rejection and more like a challenge.

Well... that one ca straight from the heart.