The cave, a labyrinth of cold, damp stone, reeked of wet earth, fear, and the blood that dripped from the walls.

"H-hiiiik!"

There, a bandit, the weakest and most cowardly of the group, lay huddled on the ground after having abandoned his companions to their fate, fleeing into the darkness with the sole purpose of saving his miserable hide, but in the end, he had been easily trapped in the dead end.

"Stop running."

Standing before him was the imposing figure of a warrior: tall, with a toned and voluptuous figure, with an aura that chilled the blood. Her broadsword, stained crimson, pointed coldly at the man's face.

"Ah~! P-please wait, I don't want to die yet!"

The bandit tried to crawl backward, his eyes bloodshot with terror fixed on the tip of the steel, begging for his life.

"You are quite tough. I thought that attack would end it."

The warrior looked at the trembling man with an expression of calculated indifference; her voice was strong and clear, resonating in the cave.

"I beg you, have mercy!"

The whimpering man raised his hands uselessly.

"You know, I was thinking of letting you live if you told me where the hideout was, but it seems that is no longer necessary."

The warrior, in response, slid the tip of her sword across the stone floor, slowly bringing it closer to the bandit's throat with total indifference.

"Gyah!"

However, right at that moment, a faint and unexpected light began to emanate from the bandit's closed, bloody fist.

"What is this?!"

"?!"

What that bandit was holding in his hand at that moment was a deep blue jewel, which he had stolen from the hideout's loot before fleeing, and at that moment, that gem shone with a blinding intensity that neither of them could perceive through their panic and coldness.

(Flash!)

The light enveloped both bodies with a raw, discordant energy.

(THUD!)

The warrior fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"Cough, cough... Haaa... Haa...!"

The impact didn't feel like that of her usual body, but rather like a burst of amplified pain and weakness accompanied by a harsh, strange cough that overcame her.

(What's happening... Why do I feel so... weak?)

When the light dissipated, consciousness returned in confused bursts.

"W-what happened?!"

The warrior and the bandit were on the ground, struggling to assimilate the new sensory reality.

"I feel wonderful!"

The man, for his part, raised a hand, noticing the lightness and grace of the movement. His own voice, strong and musical, resonated in his ears as if foreign.

"I-impossible..."

At the same time, the warrior raised a hand, feeling the heaviness and filth. Her voice, a weak and painful rasp.

"...."

"...."

Then both looked at each other. The shock slowly turned into a terrifying and euphoric revelation.

"....."

The man looked at his own weak and wounded body lying in front of him.

"..."

And at the same time, the warrior looked at her own body, strong and beautiful, now inhabited by an intruder.

"O-oh! Hahahaha! It seems we switched bodies, what luck!"

Finally assimilating the situation, the bandit, now in the warrior's body, stood up with malicious euphoria.

"M-my body... Cough, cough... G-give it back!"

The warrior, however, in the bandit's body, tried to crawl toward the powerful figure.

"Of course... not! Now that I have the beautiful body of a woman, you will suffer in that dying body!"

The man leaned down, savoring the moment with satisfaction as he groped the large breasts of his new body.

"G-give... it back..."

Seeing how the former owner of his new body perished in his old body, the man, now the new warrior, straightened up and with a vulgar expression...

"Do your best to survive, man! Even though you have no salvation left~ Hahahaha!"

... he sneered.

"Ahaha, now that that problem is solved..."

The man (the new warrior) laughed one last time, licking his lips with his tongue—a gesture that looked grotesque on the warrior's chiseled face—while massaging his exuberant breasts with one hand and with the other picking up a leather bag containing all the fortunes he himself had managed to collect from the loot before the escape.

"Thanks to this body, doing something like this is so easy~!"

Due to the powerful body he possessed, the bag was now nothing more than a trivial weight for him, and with renewed energy, he headed towards the cave exit.

(Hahahaha! Everything this woman did belongs to me now!)

His mind was racing with the thought of how the warrior had cleared the path, and he had inherited her strength, her status, and a spectacular body!

(It's like a dream come true!)

"Mmm...?"

Thus, as he walked past internally gloating over the fallen remains of the group, he noticed the absence of a crucial body.

"Hmpf. The old bastard was always slippery. Never mind, I'll find him later."

He had executed his companions, but the most important one was not there: the boss.

"Maybe I can unite them under my command and create my own gang!"

The man (the new warrior) decided that the most prudent thing was to find the survivors of the gang, those who knew the rest of the hideouts, now that he was invincible and possessed a perfect figure.

(No. Before that, I think I can make some money out of this body first.)

Thus, he started on the road to one of the known hideouts, but a practical thought stopped him.

(I need clean money and a starting point.)

That was how, a couple of hours later, a quiet town near the hills saw the imposing warrior enter.

"I'm back!"

In this way, the man, roughly faking the cold personality of his host, headed directly to the local Adventurers' Guild.

"...."

"...."

"....."

"..."

"...."

Upon her arrival, the reception stopped. The entire Guild fell silent.

"I have come to claim the reward for the group of bandits from Crow's Hill."

The "Warrior" approached the counter, moving her hips in an exaggerated way as she walked, a detail that went unnoticed by untrained eyes but screamed vulgarity. Her voice, when speaking, was a clumsy attempt to be cold and monotonous.

"Ah! Y-yes, right away!"

The receptionist rushed to attend to her, her eyes wide open.

"Wow, it's her. 'The Beast'. She hasn't been seen around here."

"Why is she so... stiff? And she touches her shoulders a lot, doesn't she?"

"It's normal. They say that woman is so strong that her body is always tense. Look at those achievements on the wall! She earned them through sheer effort."

"She looks even more... voluptuous than usual, doesn't she?"

"Shhh. They say her nickname, 'Mountain-Breaker', comes from when she destroyed a fortress with a single punch."

"Well, she has the best body for that nickname. I bet no one would dare to..."

While they waited for the paperwork, nearby adventurers whispered non-stop among themselves, piquing the curiosity of the man who was internally smiling, licking his lips again, enjoying the admiration and lust that now supplanted fear.

"Mountain-Breaker. I like it. And this body is a gold mine!"

Saying that, the receptionist returned with the sealed reward bag, which the man took with insulting ease, feeling invincible. His new life of debauchery and power was just about to begin.

(How did this happen?!)

However, a few days after his triumphant departure, the man's euphoria was shattered.

(How could I end up like this?!)

Then the man remembered how days ago he had returned to the main hideout, inflated with obscene confidence, boasting about his new strength.

(How is he so strong?!)

But reality hit him hard, and he was humiliatingly defeated by the bandit leader.

(This is supposed to be the body of the "Mountain-Breaker"!!)

The man still didn't understand how, even though he possessed the body and physical capabilities of the "Mountain-Breaker" warrior, the man lacked her memories, her experience, and her combat instinct, being incapable of performing efficiently. He allowed the boss, although less strong in brute power, to easily dismantle him, punishing his inexperience with every blow.

"UUH~ I want~... To rape~... A girl~ UUH~"

Humiliated and frightened, the man (in the warrior's body) knelt down, swearing loyalty to be spared his life, and desperate, he even tried to sell his beautiful body for the group's sexual satisfaction, thinking his new form would be an invaluable asset.

But....

"We prefer younger ones, "Mountain-Breaker". This body of yours is already too 'used'."

... The leader only laughed with contempt.

And instead of the rape he had anticipated, the man was forced to witness the bandits' depravity, who forced him to sit, completely naked and chained, masturbating clumsily while watching the rest have sexual relations.

"Now that I have a female body, I can't rape women~ and the boss said he's not interested in an old gorilla~ This is the worst~!"

Day after day, the man lamented in the hideout cave. His main complaint was not the loss of his life or his body, but that he couldn't rape women while in a woman's body, and that the situation was not sexually satisfying for him.

"Ugh..."

And the body, although strong, was deteriorating due to the lack of hygiene. Body hair grew uncontrollably under his armpits, and his sculpted figure was covered in filth.

"I would have preferred to be a young woman over this stinky gorilla body~!"

Now he was crouched in a dark corner, given over to his despair and masturbation, ignoring the sound of clashing metal coming from the depths of the abandoned mine.

(BOOOOOOM!!)

It was right at that moment of abject misery, dirty and naked, lamenting his fate, when the stone and dirt wall behind him cracked with a seismic sound, exploding in a cloud of debris.

"?!"

The commotion caused the bandit, in the warrior's body, to spin around abruptly, panic replacing self-pity.

(Clank, clank, clank, clank)

Through the dust and the light from outside that burst through the newly created opening, a figure materialized. Dressed in pristine plate armor, polished to a blinding shine, with embroidery and a golden cloak.

"Why doesn't anyone know how to read a map?!"

A "silver knight" burst onto the scene, his presence a slap of purity and power in the foul air of the cave.

"Damn forest!!"

Thus Mireya arrived on the scene.