Marcus Smith collapsed to his knees upon his arrival in the New World. The impact left his legs sore from the abrupt contact with the earth. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he gradually rose to his feet. Once upright, he surveyed his surroundings and observed a woman who turned to face him, her gaze fixed directly upon him.

  A peculiar sensation washed over him as she gazed directly into his eyes and said, “You do not belong here.” A slow, unsettling panic began to rise within him as her golden eyes seemed to search his very soul. In his observation of her, he noted the presence of shimmering droplets that appeared to be water trickling from her dress.

  His eyes fell from her legs to the ground, where a fluid-like material started to retreat from her and slowly advance toward him. Panic surged within him as he comprehended that this woman was not of this world. With a smirk and a smile, she began to approach him, prompting him to pivot and sprint away in a desperate bid for survival.

  In a frantic bid for survival, he sprinted away from the woman he had just met. As he dashed forward, he could distinctly hear the rhythmic sound of her high heels—tap, tap, tap—echoing in pursuit. She followed him with an impressive speed, effortlessly matching his pace.

  After a duration of thirty minutes, he ultimately lost sight of her. At the very least, he had provided assistance. As he turned the corner, he encountered a castle, and before it stood a woman who had not yet noticed his presence. He took a moment to admire the castle, finding it to be exceptionally beautiful. Suddenly, he heard the familiar sound of footsteps—tap tap tap—behind him; the woman had managed to catch up.

  As he stood there, taking in the environment, the woman in front of him turned to regard him. At a height of 5.4 feet, her body was marked with fur and spots, and she was dressed in a latex tunic. The cheetah studied him with keen interest, a smirk emerging as a plan began to crystallize in her thoughts.

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  The woman from earlier had reached Marcus and was now positioned behind him, while the cheetah stood before him. As both women advanced toward him, a sense of panic began to envelop him once more, and the sensation of impending danger surged within him. "Seize him and restrain him," the cheetah instructed, and the woman from earlier firmly grasped Marcus, holding him tightly in her embrace.

  As Sora moved closer to Marcus, he struggled to free himself from the woman's grasp. The more he fought, the tighter her hold became. She leaned in and softly whispered, "Be a good boy and behave, or I will make things worse." Marcus felt a lump in his throat as Sora neared, her hand beginning to radiate a yellow, glowing orb.

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  Marcus found himself enveloped in an overwhelming darkness, as if he were falling into an infinite void. He struggled to move or articulate his thoughts. Gradually, the darkness began to lift, and he slowly regained awareness. However, his body felt distinctly abnormal; everything seemed out of alignment. Certain areas felt heavier, especially his chest, while his long hair remained unchanged. Yet, he perceived a significant difference between his legs—his manhood had vanished, replaced by something entirely new. As he scanned the room, he noticed he was clad in a silk gown of dark purple. Additionally, he observed that his chest appeared somewhat enlarged compared to before, which raised alarm about these unexpected alterations.

  It was difficult for him to grasp the situation; one moment he identified as a man, and the next, he was a woman. As he contemplated the occurrences of the last 48 hours, he questioned how he had come to be in this state. The memory of the cheetah's smile and the luminous yellow orb in her possession suddenly surfaced in his thoughts.

  Reflecting on the last 24 hours, he was reminded of his birth into this world. The image of the woman, who had appeared as a cheetah, surfaced in his mind during the moments just before he fainted. The orb collided with him, sending waves of pain throughout his body, and he recalled the smirk on the cheetah's face as he drifted into oblivion before her.

  He gazed at the ceiling, lost in thought, when he suddenly became aware of footsteps approaching. Turning his head, he focused on the door, anticipating the arrival of someone. However, no one entered. He then shifted back onto the bed and drifted off to sleep, memories of the past flooding his mind—days preceding the events that had led him to this reality.

  In the eyes of his family, he always resembled a girl, even though he identified as a male. He had long harbored dreams of exploring another world, but not in this way; he was unprepared for a realm filled with supernatural entities and was unsure of what the future held.