"Brother...? No, Sister. Even seeing you bleed... is killer... *gulp*."
The 2-meter-tall tank bastard who served me as his big brother for 10 years licks his lips.
He knows perfectly well who I am!

The #1 ranked Hunter. I thought I died from a single blow by a boss monster... but
when I opened my eyes, I was 20 years old, a sickly, silver-haired beauty who looked like she would crumble at any moment.

The problem is, I’ve become a glass cannon, a sunfish that gushes blood every time I use a skill.
"You crazy pervert bastard!!" (BANG!) "Ugh...!"
I just fired a skill out of rage, but the people around me start wailing, thinking I’m terminally ill.

On top of that, the gods who turned me into this state have created their own dedicated streaming channels and are tearing into popcorn.

[Playful Pervert God]: Hey lol, proof time!

[Goddess Obsessed with Beauty]: Haaah, so frail...!

Ha, fuck. A Ranker has their pride; what is there to be ashamed of?
"Fine, whatever, it's fan service. Here you go, take a look!"
After I casually stripped off my belly like an old man, the gods bleed from their noses and poured out sponsorship points like crazy.

...I could somehow endure it up to this point.
But why are even the boss monsters who killed me coming to find me in human form, drawn by my scent?!

Inside, a tough guy in his 30s; on the outside, a silver-haired, terminally ill(?) beauty.
The crazy TS survival story of a former Ranker with zero shame.

Once I, the former #1 Ranker,
became a woman, everyone started obsessing over me.