Chapter 3
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 3
First Outing
"Phew..."
I took a deep breath, inhaling deeply.
It was definitely not going to be easy going outside looking like this.
Because on the outside, I'm just a crazy bitch with wings.
The burden of going outside in a body that isn't mine is considerable.
I truly didn't know what to do with myself from the shame, but...
'...Well, it's not like I can stay inside forever.'
Of course, I'll draw aggro, but I probably won't receive that many negative stares.
Didn't they say there are even more mutants like me out there?
Besides, my appearance isn't completely awful.
It's really fucked up as the person involved, but it's an appearance like a single blooming flower.
Of course, secondary problems could arise because of that.
Even though my physique is on the petite side, I am still an adult. Someone might ask for my number...
'...Enough. That's it. It's not like I can just worry in front of the door for the rest of my life.'
I'm done complaining and grumbling.
...I should get going now.
* * *
Perhaps it was because I drank so much the day before, but the time I woke up was late afternoon.
Meaning it was the time when people who came out to eat lunch would be walking around in full swing.
A ton of emergency alerts had arrived, but the atmosphere wasn't overly chaotic.
Well, there's even a saying that even if the world ends tomorrow, people still go to school and work.
'...Ugh.'
Thanks to that, I could feel stares from whenever and wherever.
To the point where no matter where I looked, I'd invariably make eye contact with someone.
'Of course I expected to receive a lot of stares, but...'
I have huge, pure white wings attached to me, and a halo scattering a glow floats above my head.
To top it off, my face is even pretty, so stares are bound to gather.
But I didn't know having stares gather on me would feel like this.
The sound of people whispering, or the sideways glances pretending not to look...
'Right, right. Of course they would. A crazy bitch with wings is confidently striding around bundled up in a long padding.'
Even if it were me, if a woman like this existed in the world, I wouldn't have even thought about looking away.
But becoming the person in question doesn't feel entirely good.
Furthermore, from the standpoint of sporting a missing-bottoms fashion.
'...Ugh!'
The wind brushed past my butt. Because they are wide boxer briefs, goosebumps erupted all over my skin at the sensation of it sweeping directly across my bare skin.
If there's any consolation... it's about the fact that I'm bundled up in a long padding.
At least, unless I suddenly go crazy and get possessed by a flasher, there's no way I'll show off my messy fashion state.
Even knowing that fact, my heart still pounds at the reality that I could be exposed at any time...
"...Fuck."
Suddenly feeling like shit, I spat out a small curse.
'I didn't want such a precarious situation.'
If I knew it would be like this, I should have at least properly ordered clothes before coming out.
'...Still, nothing is going to happen. I'm just going to the community center right in front of my house.'
Had I made it about halfway to the community center like that?
Eventually, trouble struck.
"Excuse me... Hello?"
Someone talked to me.
Considering most people couldn't easily talk to me and were just watching, it was clear he was someone with extreme courage.
"By any chance, could we follow each other on Insta? You're so..."
"No. ...Hup."
A perfect immediate reply. Even I was surprised after saying it.
At that, the man smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
'But, fuck. Isn't this a natural reaction?'
First of all, the guy was fucking good-looking.
I don't mean he was ugly, I mean he was fucking handsome.
To the extent that most women would probably fall in love at first sight the moment they saw his face.
'But I'm a fucking man.'
Physically, I've become a perfect woman, but not even a day has passed yet.
Meaning there's no way the mind of a woman would sprout within me. Of course, even as time passes, there won't be any room for femininity to grow in my mind anyway.
"I'm not usually the type of person to say things like this, but I felt like I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I let someone like you go."
His pickup line sucks.
This guy must have been going around hitting on people like this relying solely on his face.
This damn, unfair world.
Unable to hold back, I ended up spitting it out.
"Fuck, off."
"Pardon? What are you saying..."
"I said fuck off."
At those words, the man blinked his eyes widely.
It seemed he couldn't properly grasp the situation, so I even kindly raised my middle finger for him.
This is holy shit, you pathetic breed.
"Uh..."
I walked right past the man as he stood there flustered.
'...Was I too harsh?'
Of course, I do wonder if I overreacted.
But fuck. There's no way my nerves wouldn't be on edge.
I woke up from sleep and had become a gender-swapped angel, and then I even received a confession attack...
"Haa... Is this right..."
I let out a huge sigh.
White steam rose into the sky, looking as if it would form a cloud before scattering.
I don't know. How anything is going to turn out.
Bzzzz-.
Around the time I was having insubstantial worries, suddenly, loud vibration sounds rang out from here and there.
It seems an emergency alert arrived.
Just as the other people did, I too checked the message.
[Disaster Safety] Gangnam-gu, Yongsan-gu, Gangdong-gu Areas
Currently, due to a localized blackout incident, entry to the affected zones is restricted.
Residents are advised to refrain from going out, and outsiders are prohibited from approaching.
'...What's going on. Even prohibiting entry.'
Even if it wasn't exactly the same, it was a message commonly seen during the COVID era.
Normally, it would have ended by saying further guidance would be released later, but this time, there was more following content.
Furthermore, residents of the affected areas must not open their doors even if they hear the sound of a baby crying or bizarre screams pleading for help.
...Is some sort of Neapolitan ghost story happening or what?
In a world that would be chaotic enough with just mutants, it seems bizarre things are happening too.
...Still, well, it probably isn't that serious of a matter.
It will just be a wave that quickly passes by.
More than that, my current situation is more problematic.
"...Phew."
Sighing, I looked around.
It was the time when lunch breaks were slowly ending.
People were gathering in small groups, getting ready to return to their respective companies.
Even if an emergency alert comes, work is work. You have to go back to the company.
"......."
But is this really something that will end like that?
I uselessly flapped my wings out of an unknown anxiety.
Even in the bright daylight, the halo emitted a soft glow noticeable enough to catch the eye.
* * *
It didn't take long to get to the community center. Nothing else happened, either.
Instead, the problem occurred inside.
No, should I call that a problem.
"...Grrr."
The low-pitched voice of a beast scraped against the silent air of the civil service office.
A massive furball sat taking up an entire narrow plastic waiting seat. The guy was hunched over with muscles that looked like they would burst at any moment, continuously baring sharp fangs at the people passing by.
'...Is it a werewolf mutant.'
People kept sending wary glances, but I could sympathize with it.
If I were in that state, I wouldn't have been able to hold back my anger at the world either. The fact that he's just growling without causing a ruckus means he's a person with enough character.
'...Of course, that doesn't mean I can sit close to him.'
When I sat down in a spot far away, this time the gazes shifted to me.
Since I'm quite pretty, after all.
Still, since everyone was older, it was less blatant than the stares outside, so it was bearable.
"Oh my, heavens! Hallelujah! The Lord has truly sent an angel!"
...I retract my statement about it being bearable.
"Angel! Oh my, Angel! Did you come all the way here to help this lacking person? Good heavens!"
A middle-aged woman approached me, wiping away tears. Seeing the cross hanging on her neck, she looked exactly like someone who attended church very diligently.
The lady shouted, looking ready to grab my hand.
"Just look at that hideous Satan devil! As expected, the Lord has answered my prayers. He clearly sent you, Angel, to defeat that guy, oh my goodness...!"
It was far too obvious who the Satan devil the lady was talking about was. It's not like I'm a racist, but werewolves are a bit much.
"Grrr..."
Perhaps having heard the lady's words, the werewolf growled louder.
...But you're telling me to defeat that?
That?
"Ah, no, what are you talking about..."
It was the moment I said that and tried to smooth things over somehow.
Spring!
Suddenly, the werewolf stood up and glared at me as if to kill me.
And then...
"A-achoo!"
It sneezed loudly.
"I'm sorry! I, achoo! I'm allergic to dog hair so... achoo!"
The werewolf's voice was a pleasant, beautiful tone.
An undeniably female voice. Even the voice itself was as harmless as could be.
"......."
Thanks to that, the room, which had been noisy for a moment, settled down.
No one could have predicted this situation.
'...Was that growling earlier also because she was holding back a sneeze?'
After knowing the truth, I felt sorry for her for no reason.
To think she was a victim of mutation like me.
I feel sorry for being afraid for no reason.
I pondered for a moment, wondering what I could do, before sitting down next to the werewolf.
'It's better if I'm next to her; people will probably feel at ease.'
When I sat next to her with that intention, the werewolf woman spoke to me in a flustered voice.
"E-excuse me... could you please sit a bit further away? U-um, it's hard to say this but..."
"...Yes?"
"Um, how should I put it, an instinctive fear? I don't know why, but you're very scary right now..."
Even without her continuing, I could tell.
Because the werewolf's massive body was trembling like an aspen tree.
I stood blankly for a moment, before eventually sitting in a seat a bit away from the werewolf.
"......."
To think a massive body twice my size was afraid.
The moment I felt something strange.
Thud-!
The sound of a person collapsing.
I reflexively looked in that direction.
An old woman had collapsed while clutching her heart.
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