Heir of the White Rabbit

Preparation complete. 『Descendant of Shennong Lv.1』 [S-grade][Physique][Growth][Blessing]

'Nice.'

It was exactly the same options as the ones he'd seen in his first run. When he discovered it too late back then, he'd regretted it so much he wanted to bang his head on the ground. If he'd found it just a little earlier, it had the power to completely rewrite his past.

"Kay. Calculate it with restrictions like the Shadow of the Regressor. Price... it'd be great if you could drop it to around 80k."

"Hm?"

"...What?"

He froze at the unexpected response.

"What the hell does that mean? You have enough points, don't you?"

He had 240k now; there was no way he couldn't afford it.

"...Fuck?"

Trophies? Suddenly?

At those words, enlightenment dawned.

"...So in the first run, I didn't notice because..."

He smacked his forehead.

For something this ridiculous to derail his plans.

'Five Gold Trophies...'

He'd already gotten the entrance exam winner one.

Stunning the instructor mid-class, clearing mobs in the academy's underground waterways, etc. A few came to mind, but...

'Not all can be grabbed quickly. At least two months, probably.'

No good. That was too late.

'Damn it...'

As he pondered reworking his plans,

"Yeah, the goal is mass-producing elixirs with desired options using my blood or flesh."

"...A substitute?"

Did something like that exist...? From memory, nothing else had those options besides Descendant of Shennong.

『Successor of the White Rabbit Lv.1』 [A- grade][Physique][Growth][Restricted]

"...Crazy?"

No, it actually existed?

Glorious banners accompanied a stream of brand-new items.

"What, this isn't some mobile gacha game."

Anyway, it noted no trophy restriction, and at 50k, it was a much cheaper perfect substitute.

Except...

"...The [Rabbit Ears] trait—fuck, you mean that, right?"

"……"

He pressed his temples.

Veggie consumption—a near-guaranteed trigger—with forced activation...

Imagining those bunny girl outfit ears on himself sent shivers down his spine.

"...Can you add restrictions? Make it more indirect or something..."

With a sigh, he hit purchase.

No choice at this price for these options.

A mystical power coursed through his body. He clenched and unclenched his fist, then picked up the golden apple in front of him.

He bit into it and hurriedly stuffed the rest into his mouth to preserve every bit of efficacy, swallowing even the stem.

A faint golden glow enveloped his entire body.

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'Grew a bit taller.'

Looking in the mirror, his androgynous frame had developed somewhat.

He twisted and turned, checking his condition.

'More flexible and tougher.'

This should let his weak wrists hold out two or three times now.

'That wraps up the prep.'

Now, grow strong in the academy ahead and smash those fuckers' faces.

'Ultimately, crush all the Six Demons of Reverse Heaven bastards and snap the Demon God's neck.'

Of course, he couldn't kill the Demon God himself, so he'd have to drag Erina along... but he'd think about that later.

'She's the protagonist; she'll figure it out.'

If she wimped out, he'd beat her like Song Junho until she shaped up.

Checking the time, it was 8 PM.

"Kay, time for training. Draft the contract."

"Yeah, but dial back the intensity big time since this body's not ready yet. Passing out midway defeats the purpose. Oh, and make sure to chug potions during."

Mana swirled as the contract document hovered in the air before his eyes. Text filled it rapidly, then it absorbed into his body.

'Alright...'

Time for some shut-eye.

How much time passed?

In his hazy mind, Kay's voice echoed.

First thing he saw: the private room thick with humidity.

'All from me, huh.'

Looking down, his body glistened with sweat. Considering the room's waste disposal function, the total volume was insane.

'Body's...'

Veins bulged here and there, muscles twitching like after a massage gun session. This was the reaction from training far beyond limits.

Neck sore, he rolled it.

"Kay. Report."

"Combat too...? My combat power's shit right now."

"Take it easy. Anyway, more variety than expected. No overdoing it, right? Growth phase—ruin the body and even potions won't fix it."

He could feel the pride in that final 'ahem.'

"Yeah, thanks."

"Yeah, yeah."

This was the most effective use of the contract document from his previous life.

'Self-impose a contract excluding pain and fatigue for perfect, precise training.'

The driving force behind his explosive growth from rock bottom after graduation, ultimately leading to his selection for the hero party and the path to slaying the Demon God.

Of course, early on he pushed without knowing limits, ending up hospitalized or near death—pure suffering.

But now, with his master's direct advice and accumulated experience, problems were rare.

"Whew..."

Anyway, time to check results.

"Insane speed."

Hard to believe his average of 3 a week ago.

'Gotta revise. Not 5-6 years...'

At this rate, 2 years fast, 3 max to reach previous life's realm.

"Ah, thanks."

He uncorked a prepped potion and downed it.

Viscous liquid slid down his throat. Warmth spread inside, miraculously calming his spasming body.

'Worth the price.'

Hibir's Mercy, shop-exclusive, excelled at recovery.

Naturally not cheap.

'1,000p per bottle...'

Plenty now, but it wouldn't last.

Market potions were too inefficient for the cost.

'Olympus ones are decent, but their clique won't sell to no-names like me.'

Mountain-Sea Classic ones were too slow too.

No choice. After classes, hit up Dumbbell Tower.

'Korea’s biggest black market.'

He knew someone selling killer potions there.

Probably still ranting madly to customers.

'Last member of the 4-man crew including Song Junho and Ohana.'

Even leader him had given up controlling that psycho bitch. Headache just thinking of seeing her again.

His smartphone buzzed with a huge message.

'...Hm?'

Reading carefully, he shook his head at the unexpected result.