The entire world is rotten.
Or with a pun, I can say the entire world is roof-tten.
Why's the pun like this? Because I am a dog.
Can you imagine? I was the son of a Yakuza gang leader. I had oceans moving with just my orders. Now the only thing moving for me is my master's hand while I am pooping.
I poop a lot.
I po— ahh it came out.
Poops.
My life is now full of crap, quite literally. Always having to give company to this "Master" of mine. They're cute, though, always feeding me whenever I want. But they never gave me the one thing I desire so badly. And no, it's not love.
It's sex.
Sure, my master took me for mating sessions multiple times. But for some reason, I don't get aroused seeing a "bitch".
My memories from my previous life remain intact, which means I'm only attracted to…
Humans.
When I admitted this to the boss of the neighborhood dog committee, his peeing on the pole aka POP—stopped midstream.
He was flabbergasted, or to be precise flabbergrr-asted.
That's what he always sounds like. Grr…. Grrr….. Always angry.
Let me introduce him properly. He's the self-proclaimed boss of the neighborhood dog committee. So many dogs follow him and his ideals. His goal? To kill a human someday.
That took a dark turn, right?
He is a bit of racist towards humans. But hey, every dog needs a hobby.
He was always trying to recruit me to his "team" . But the moment he found out I was a human in my previous life and wanted to get intimate with a human, he spat in my face and growled,
"You grr… will never know peace."
I was flabbergrrr—asted.
So I started "popping". POP-ing. Pooping on the pole.
That's when it happened.
I saw my private parts disappearing. I was flab—
"Shut the fuck up with your narration! We are in trouble."
I turned to the dog leader. His paws were disappearing too. I looked around at the other dogs, but it wasn't happening to them.
Slowly, my paws, legs…everything started to fade. My head too. And before I vanished completely, the last thing I saw was the one emotion I could never escape.
It's poop.
I do poop a lot.
******
I was teleported.
The world I arrived in was blindingly bright. Everything seemed impossibly big and vivid. I looked down at my hands—hands, not paws—and… I was flabbergrr—
Wait, what the fuck?
I was in a human body. No, not entirely human.
My limbs were human-shaped, but patches of fur sprouted from my arms and legs. I was wearing an oversized green robe that draped over my strange new form.
The room around me resembled a hospital. The faint hum of machinery buzzed in the background. People rushed back and forth.
I got up from the bed and slowly start to move. After I got out of my cabin, I ended up in a huge room and I saw something I couldn't believe.
There were so many people like me.. Confused, and dressed in the same green robes. Some had cat-like tails, others had giraffe necks or bird wings. It was a chaotic circus of hybrid creatures. Only one thing was common, everyone was walking upright on two legs.
"Oi, pooper pro."
The voice came from behind. I turned to see the dog leader. His face was burning with anger, his fur patchier than mine.
He grabbed me by the neck. "What the fuck is this place? And why am I in this disgusting body?"
His grip was tight, making it hard to breathe. I managed to croak, "I don't know either."
But he wasn't listening. "These are your people, right? You were a human, and these freaks look like you. So you must know what's going on! Spill it or die!"
Before I could answer, a loud chime echoed through the room. A glowing screen materialized in front of my face, projecting blue light. The words on it read:
"Welcome, Hero, to the world you belong to."
An animated avatar of a girl appeared on the screen. She had a cheerful smile. Beneath her, a button flashed: START
I glanced around and saw everyone else staring at their own invisible screens. It wasn't just me.
"What is this?" I muttered.
The avatar's mouth moved as it spoke. "Hello, Hero. I am Hori, your assistant."
"Assistant for what?"
"For your new role as a Hero in the great war of Korentora."
I frowned. "What the hell is Korentora?"
"Our motherland," Hori replied with a bright smile. "We exist in a separate dimension from your previous world. Korentora is at war with the neighboring country, Adrinof. To gain an advantage, we summoned your spirits here."
"Summoned? Why?"
"To help us win, of course."
"And if someone refuses?"
Hori's smile faltered. Her voice turned cold. "Refusal is not an option. A chip inside your body ensures compliance. You cannot return to your world. And if you fail to reach Level 5 within a month, you will be purged from existence."
"Levels? What is this, a video game?"
Hori tilted her head. "I do not understand the term 'video game'. Please clarify."
I sighed. "Never mind. What do I do now?"
"Click START," she said, her cheerful tone returning.
That button pulsed, waiting for me to make a choice. Behind me, the dog leader growled low in his throat, his frustration simmering.
What the hell was this bullshit? I didn't know what lay ahead, but Fuck it.. I pressed the button.
A bright flash enveloped me. Hori's voice chimed again. "Smile! We're taking a scan."
I forced a grin, and the screen captured my image.
"What's this scan for, anyway?" I asked, still squinting at the glowing screen.
Hori responded, "The scan identifies your battlefield role. There are various professions—Gladiator, Craftsman, Beast Controller, and etcetera etcetera."
I waited, watching the screen process for what felt like an eternity. Finally, a message popped up:
"Congratulations, you are one of the etceteras. A weapon master."