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Initially, the transformation into this body was nothing short of revolting.

Awakening from sleep due to the unfamiliar sense of alienation, seeing those legs akin to a bird of prey with my own eyes.

And realizing it was my own legs, I was startled and attempted to reach for my phone, only to find a hefty wing flap in place of an arm.

Shocked by the sudden transformation into a monster, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed for nearly three days.

“…It was truly difficult.”

During those three days spent on the bed, a multitude of thoughts raced through my mind.

I couldn’t be the only one turned into a monster, could I? Were all people in the world transformed into creatures like me? What if I went out and got captured in some lab-like place? How should I live from now on?

One might suggest checking information on a phone or laptop, but unfortunately, being a ‘harpy’ by species made it impossible.

More precisely, it was a mishap that occurred due to my unskilled movement.

In the case of the laptop, I tried typing with my toes and ended up piercing the screen with a talon.

As for the phone… you know, right? Sometimes when I played games to help me sleep, I fell asleep while playing, resulting in a drained battery.

Of course, charging the battery would solve the issue, but at that time, I wasn’t quite adept at moving my feet.

“Kiiiyaaaaah!!!”

Attempting to charge it led not only to the destruction of the phone but also the charger itself.

If there had been at least one individual of my kind among the people passing by on the street, perhaps I would have felt slightly less anxious…

Carefully opening the window with my wings, what I saw outside was only ordinary humans unlike me.

Therefore, unable to gather information and contact anyone, I had to spend two more days in an uneasy situation.

Thanks to having stocked up on food, I didn’t go hungry for those four days.

Fortunately, this grim existence came to an end when a friend who frequently contacted me came to my apartment.

Pressing the doorbell, my friend called out my name with a worried voice.

The choked-up yet relieved feeling I experienced upon hearing that, I may never feel again.

Anyway.

Thanks to the friend who came looking for me due to the lack of communication, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

With the outbreak of the species mutation crisis, quite a number of people had turned into monsters or different species.

Amidst the chaos caused by the mutated individuals going berserk, the whole world was in a state of confusion.

The sense of relief I felt upon hearing that news is something only those in a similar situation as me would understand.

Truly.

Tears flowed like a waterfall.

So much so that… the chubby roll of toilet paper became thin and sparse.

…Thinking back to how I sobbed in my friend’s arms like someone who had lost their country, I suddenly felt embarrassed.

Nevertheless, thanks to his comfort and reassurance, I was able to quickly regain my composure.

Truly grateful, his assistance continued even after I found stability.

In reality, I desperately needed help.

If moving my feet and wings had been easy from the start, it might not have been an exaggeration to say it started from learning to walk.

Until I became accustomed, I simply couldn’t survive without the help of others.

I had to endure numerous trials and errors.

Breaking cherished items several times, failing to flap properly and tumbling from a second-story height at least fifteen times were just a few incidents I stopped counting.

With self-esteem plummeting due to endless failures, I had to navigate through despair and despondency for a long month.

Yet, even amidst those gloomy emotions, I remained unbroken.

While enduring tough days, I stumbled upon ‘that post.’

“Hey Hyunji, check this out! This post is hilarious!”

“What is it?”

The post my friend showed me while laughing heartily.

That delightful writing brought vitality to me, who was weighed down by countless failures.

[Story of a life-and-death struggle over a hamster and a sunflower seed.]

Author: PixieJoah

A mouse pup dared to crawl out of the cage and covet my snack, so I scolded it mercilessly with a cornstarch stick.

It barely reached 7 inches, showing its tail, but the wound on its back was beyond the doctor’s reckoning.

…But how do I put this little one back in the cage?

I can chase it away, but can’t subdue it…?

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– Idiotㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

– The cornstarch stick is so cute, seriously ㅋㅋㅋ

– If you take away Pixie’s hallucination ability, what’s left…?

ㄴ Um… flying onahole?

ㄴ Crazy gay bastard_(Author)

– Looking at it like this, it seems even more pathetic than a vampire.

ㄴ Blood-sucking gay rat;_(Author)

…Even the species that should engage in combat with hamsters live cheerfully without giving up, so there’s nothing I can’t do.

So, after despair, despondency, and renunciation, I began to spend each day with hope and courage.

In less than a month, I was able to fully adapt to my body.

After adapting to my body, I continued to walk on the flower path.

Because wings sprouted instead of human arms, it seemed difficult to find a job, which made me feel anxious.

A friend who helped me adapt gave me another big help. They recommended a job that could make good use of the advantages of the ‘Harpy’ race.

That job was a delivery courier.

Honestly, I was skeptical when I first heard about it, but after trying it a few times, I realized.

This job was truly my calling.

A sturdy physique and tireless stamina.

Being able to earn a lot of money every day, I really enjoyed being a delivery courier for a while.

However, recently, I started to have some doubts about doing this job.

…It was because I had met too many problematic customers lately.

Why do they keep making lewd comments about where the smooth, well-toned bird legs are visible?

Why do they keep coveting my feathers? Of course, the soft touch feels nice, but aren’t there plenty of other things to substitute for it?

The question of whether I missed any food during delivery is the most ridiculous.

Damn it, have you ever seen a bird of prey catching insects while flying?

The increase in problematic customers in recent days.

Due to considerable mental stress, and wanting to take a break, I decided to rest for a whole day.

Now, a friend who had become close came to me again and made a wish.

“Shall we go to a cocktail bar tonight as a thank you? I’ll grant you one wish no matter how difficult it is.”

With night blindness setting in as the day passed, and feeling quite tired, going outside was daunting, but wasn’t it a wish from a friend who had been a great help?

Therefore, I decided to grant the wish despite the penalty.

So, with the support of my friend, I arrived at the cocktail bar.

Overwhelmed by the serene and mystical atmosphere, I involuntarily took a step back, but my friend nudged me from behind, forcing me to sit in a chair.

As I sat down, I was greeted by the beautiful bartender with silver hair in the dimly lit bar.

Staring blankly at her enchanting yet elegant appearance that complemented the bar, she asked me a question.

“What flavors do you like, and how are you feeling today? Can you tell me?”

…What should I say in response?

To be honest, all I wanted was to go home as soon as possible, but recalling the events of the past few days, I opened my mouth.

“I-I want something soft to eat. S-Since I’m usually aggressive, I-I want to be a bit gentler…”

“Come to think of it, isn’t there a characteristic of harpies being fierce and nasty?”

“Y-Yes…”

The bartender was quite knowledgeable about harpies.

Nodding quietly, she recommended a cocktail called Kalua something to me.

Although she continued with an explanation about the cocktail, unfortunately, it didn’t register in my mind.

Due to my habit of staying up well past bedtime and feeling exhausted, as well as being distracted by the bartender’s appearance, I couldn’t focus.

“I want to show off.”

“What did you say?”

“Oh, nothing…”

A moment of improper thoughts crossed my mind, but I shook my head to dismiss them.

Drinking alcohol and showing off to someone I just met today… Ugh, even thinking about it makes me cringe.

Trying to suppress my desires, I engaged in a brief conversation with my friend. In the meantime, the bartender handed us the cocktails.

An impressive green-tinted glass and a beautiful glass layered with white and black.

Confident about which glass was mine from the scent wafting over, I used my wings to pick up the glass and started sipping the cocktail eagerly.

“…It tastes amazing.”

Sweet yet smooth… It’s like a sophisticated taste of coffee with milk, if I were to describe it easily?

Not feeling like I’m drinking alcohol at all, and the sensation as it goes down my throat is incredibly smooth.

Unconsciously, I gulped down the contents in one go.

“…Oh.”

I realized I hadn’t asked about the alcohol content.

This is my first time drinking since changing species, so I don’t even know what my tolerance is…

A strange tipsy feeling that starts rising as thoughts race through my mind.

Trying to regain composure, but the accumulated fatigue is causing my consciousness to slip away.

This shouldn’t be happening…

This shouldn’t, be…

Thud.

The last thing I remember is the bartender picking up my feather.

I lost consciousness.