A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After I Transformed into a Beautiful Girl

What appeared before me was a gigantic foot, landing barely an inch in front of my fingernails. If it shifted a little closer,

it would crush me into pulp.

I instinctively lifted my head. What entered my view was a huge, hairy root-like leg, with the two little brothers who always accompanied Big Sis on either side—her left

and right pockets.

Cyclops!

I sucked in a sharp breath, every hair on my body standing on end, even though I didn't have any.

A cold joke~ Hahaha~

Damn it.

How could I still crack a joke at a time like this? I really was beyond saving, wasn't I? What a thick-skinned idiot.

The foot that had just landed was the left one. Now the right foot was passing over my head. I could see the patterns on its sole, and

the mud caked with blood,

and... a corn.

Bro, I'll give you a pedicure. Ten bucks would definitely be a loss!

That corn was bigger than my foot!

Rumble~

The right foot hit the ground, and right after that, the left foot in front of me moved away.

Great! Keep crawling!

The pain in my ribs made it impossible to straighten up. Crawling was all I could manage!

Six meters, five, four... three? Two meters~ One meter!

My hand pressed against the manhole cover, and another hand pressed against it at the same time.

My pupils contracted, and everything before me came into sharp focus. Following that hand, I looked up at its owner, whose hand no longer looked human—

A... Tyrant!

Sigh, I was done for.

Was this... the end?

Heh, fine. Let's get it over with.

I slowly let go and closed my eyes. The Tyrant's unmistakable breathing drew closer, followed by

something sticky and foul-smelling

slapping against my