I transmigrated to another world and became a rabbit-eared... man?
Isn't this the part where I should howl at the heavens, "The beastfolk will never be slaves!"?
Real beastfolk should be broad-shouldered and burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, rough voices and hearty personalities. One glare should be enough to scare an enemy into cardiac arrest.
Fake beastfolk have a pair of rabbit ears on their heads and long white hair hanging messily down their backs. They look so delicate that anyone would think they were easy to bully.
How does a beastfolk spend all day doing nothing and waiting to die, cuddling the elf girl he picked up and going "yumyum"?
(The cover isn't the protagonist. I found it on Baidu. Contact me if it infringes your rights. When I have the money, I'll hire someone to draw a cover.)
