In the vast and magical world of Ky'lar, where magic was a reality-shaping force, there existed a figure who embodied timeless beauty and arcane power.

"What a waste of time."

She was Kiera.

Kiera was a beautiful adventurer witch, a woman who lived in a constant paradox, defying the relentless march of time. Thanks to the immense magical reserves that pulsed within her body like an eternal river, Kiera was capable of maintaining her physical form immutable, frozen in the prime of a radiant age of 32, despite the countless years she had accumulated in wisdom and experience.

"Seriously..."

Her figure was that of a woman at the peak of her maturity, possessing an erotic and voluptuous beauty that captured all eyes. Her body, sculpted by the balance between magical power and a life of adventure, exhibited a curvy silhouette. A prominent G-cup bust rose with imposing magnificence, and her wide hips and sculpted thighs completed an image of fecundity and sensual strength. Every movement of hers was a dance of elegance and confidence.

"I came here accepting the mission because they said it was an unexplored dungeon."

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Her hair, of a vibrant intense jet black, cascaded down her back, with a rebellious lock partially covering her left eye, adding an enigmatic touch to her already mysterious persona. While, in contrast to her hair, her eyes, of a bright and penetrating ruby color, observed the world with a mixture of sharp intelligence, insatiable curiosity, and the wisdom forged by centuries of existence.

"But this place is totally disappointing."

Kiera was an iconic figure in one of the many adventurer guilds scattered throughout the world of Ky'lar, being viewed with a mixture of reverent admiration and deep caution.

"The monsters here are just weak goblins..."

And because of that very reputation, Kiera was entrusted with a particularly unusual and high-risk exploration mission: To explore a recently discovered dungeon.

"Besides, the items are practically trash."

Therefore, driven by the curiosity that only longevity can engender and a desire to understand the unknown, Kiera prepared her gear, ready to plunge into the depths and solve the enigma of the new dungeon.

This was how Kiera finally arrived at the place where the dungeon stood in the landscape like a dark wound. Its entrance was not a simple cave, but a monolithic black rock portal, inscribed with ancient runes that vibrated with an oppressive and archaic energy. The facade was imposing, promising dangers of a caliber few adventurers would dare to face.

In those moments, Kiera felt a pang of excitement. With her experience and power, she hoped to find powerful monsters worthy of her time, creatures that would demand the full deployment of her vast magical reserves. She hoped to unearth rare items of extremely high value, or at least, face challenging traps that would test her ingenuity.

But finally, with confidence overflowing from her, she entered the darkness of the dungeon, only for the anticipation she had felt upon arrival to fade as she progressed in her exploration, replaced by a deep and bitter disappointment.

The monsters inhabiting the dungeon appearing before her were merely goblins. Small, dirty, and disorganized, they showed no trace of intelligence or tactics, so Kiera dispatched them with a simple flick of her wrist, feeling the insult of having to spend her precious mana on such trivial scum.

At the same time, the dungeon design was simple to the point of boredom. The corridors followed in straight, monotonous lines, with no complex ramifications or intriguing secrets.

And even the traps were basic and predictable: pits in plain sight, poisoned darts that fired at regular intervals, easily detectable even without a sixth sense.

However, the worst part was the treasures, which were few and useless, lacking magical or monetary value. They were, frankly, trash that not even a novice looter would bother to pick up.

"There must be something of value, at least."

But despite everything, Kiera continued to delve deeper, not for the promise of value, but because the imposing scene of the entrance still promised something deeper than this crude and pathetic content.

"Ugh, this is exhausting. Where is the challenge the Guild promised?"

Kiera then continued her advance through the monotonous corridors of the dungeon, the disappointment weighing more heavily than any danger when, her brilliant ruby eyes caught something approaching from the darkness with weariness.

"GUGA!"

"GYAA!"

"GYAA! GYAA! GYAA!"

That was the moment she encountered a handful of goblins in front of her.

"More goblins? Ha... Don't waste my time!"

Wretched, disorganized, and with their rusty weapons, they looked more like a joke than a threat, to which Kiera decided to finish them off quickly to continue her tedious journey.

"I'll finish this quickly."

So she took a step forward, her hand already summoning a spark of arcane magic to disintegrate them with a gesture.

(PLAF)

But at that precise instant, she stepped on a trap.

"EH?"

There was no sound of gears or the whistle of darts. Only a slight click beneath her boot, so subtle that even Kiera's sharpened senses missed it in her weariness, after which the world went black as Kiera lost consciousness.

"GI?"

(W-what...?)

Upon waking, when her consciousness awakened, it did so through a dense fog of confusion and horror.

(My body is there...)

Moments after the fall, her eyes opened, but what she saw around her, and more importantly, what she felt, was a nightmare.

"YU-GY?"

She saw her body moaning and writhing in pleasure on the ground, emitting guttural and lascivious sounds that did not belong to her.

(Is this... A trap?!)

An icy chill of terror ran through what was left of her conscious mind. The remaining goblins were looking at her, yes, but not with their usual cowardice or stupidity. They were looking at her with perplexed confusion, alternating their gaze between Kiera's body and something else.

(Are they looking at me?)

Noticing that, and with a titanic effort, Kiera tried to move her arm.

"?!"

And as she raised her hands, the horror became palpable.

(No!! This isn't possible?!)

What she saw were not her delicate and well-cared-for original hands. Instead, the ones now raised before her were grotesque green hands, flabby and full of blisters, with rough, sticky skin, and brittle, dirty nails.

They were, without a doubt, the hands of a goblin.

"GYAA?!"

The stench of damp earth and decomposition, the metallic taste in her mouth, and the sticky feeling of her skin, all screamed the same truth.

(We swapped?!)

Kiera then realized what had happened and how she had swapped bodies with the goblin who had triggered the trap.

"GYAA, GYAA!!"

So in a panic and fury, Kiera's soul, now trapped in the repulsive body of the goblin, tried to lash out. Trying to recover her precious body, her immutable figure, her power.

"VUGYAAA!"

But the goblin now possessing the witch's body was alarmed by the green creature's attack and, in instinctive defense, grabbed the witch's staff and used it to strike his old body.

(BOOOM!!)

However, due to the immense amount of magic retained in the witch's body, it possessed a monstrous physical strength that the goblin was unaware of.

"GYAA?!"

Resulting in the blow, executed by the body of Kiera, sending the goblin containing the witch's soul flying.

(KRA-KOOOM!)

Thus, the goblin's body crashed into the dungeon's stone wall, immediately falling unconscious.

"?!"

"UGYA?!"

And because of that, upon witnessing such a disproportionate display of strength, the other goblins fled in terror, failing to comprehend what had happened.

Some time later, the witch's soul, trapped in the goblin's body, woke up.

"Guhi...?"

With a throbbing head and her body covered in green bruises, Kiera slowly sat up.

(My body...?! Where is my body?!)

Instinctively trying to search for her aggressor.

But unfortunately for her horror, the goblin in her body was gone. He had taken her form, her staff, her arcane power, and had escaped the scene of the crime.

In this way, the powerful and eternal witch Kiera found herself alone, wounded, and abandoned, now a pathetic green creature in the depths of a dungeon that had suddenly become very, very dangerous.

Nevertheless, Kiera's soul refused to give up.

And after months of having swapped bodies, Kiera traveled tirelessly, using the limited senses of her new self to track the trace of her own magic. Abandoning the dungeon and searching through the dark corners of Ky'lar, like a pathetic green creature driven by a thirst for revenge to reclaim what belongs to her.

"GYAAAA!"

(Plap, Plap, Plap, Plap)

And finally, the search paid off when Kiera found her body in some secluded mountains.

(What is this...?)

But upon seeing the state of her body, she was filled with dread, as the goblin, ignorant of its value, had stripped naked, discarding the witch's noble clothes. The body that Kiera had kept immaculate was now dirty and smelly. The armpit hair was now growing rampantly like a jungle, a testament to the abandonment of hygiene, and her precious arcane staff had been replaced by a simple wooden club.

(Stop it, stop!!)

And then, Kiera witnessed the final act of degradation.

"GEHA~!"

(Plap, Plap, Plap, Plap!)

The goblin was masturbating with her body, moving like a monkey in heat, the groans it emitted were a repugnant parody of the witch's melodious voice.

"GYAAAA!!"

Kiera, from the stinking goblin body, felt her millennial soul shrivel with pure disgust. The adventurer witch, the master of time, had been reduced to observing the most intimate profanation of her being, so committing the same mistake as last time, she lunged impulsively, trying to stop him.

"GYAA?"

But this time, the goblin in the witch's body barely had to react.

(BAAAMM!!)

Thus, without magic or refined technique, simply by the pure brutality of the body that once belonged to her, he delivered a devastating blow, smashing the head of the goblin, which housed Kiera's millennial soul.

"GYAAAA"

After that, the usurper goblin, now free from any threat of revenge, continued his advance, delving deeper into the secluded mountains. The creature, enjoying its new form and its newfound strength, had no plan, only basic instincts.

"Sniff, sniff... GYAA..."

But then suddenly, it was attracted by a sweet scent floating in the air, an aroma that promised something more than the rotten meat it usually sought.

In this way, the scent trail inevitably guided it, through the most hidden mountain paths, to a familiar place in the landscape: a strangely lush garden growing beside a peculiar-looking inn.