Past 1: Chapter 3 Part 2 The Cryptid Initiation

The Past I: Sheree Backstory Chapter 3, Part 2: The Cryptid Initiation Down inside the metal-plated surveillance bunker, the master computer monitors suddenly glitched with violent electronic static. The background grid lines shifted dramatically. Youkai—the sophisticated external AI Key—violently reformatted his code. His glowing white geometric stylized circular iris logo pulsed as his background grid warped from its usual crimson into an intense, glowing magenta color across the screen. He looked down on Drago’s petty human operations with cold, unyielding superiority. Youkai: "Tell me, Drago... what type of specialized potion payload did you just use on that royal target?" Lord Drago: "It is the distilled formula from my Deep Green Staff. A long time ago, I found a generic helper Bangboo holding it out in the wastes. I don't know exactly which model it was, but it was pure luck for me to snatch it from their hands. Later, I noticed one of those meddling S-Rank Void Hunters using a Magenta Staff against my forces. It's a deeply weird artifact—it looks exactly like a small magical girl prop wand, but it possesses the immense structural output of a big wizard staff. That magenta tool completely cured all of my army's mutation transformations! So, I decided to play it smart. Instead of wielding the physical staff directly where they could counter it, I extracted the data into a concentrated liquid potion. It triggers a permanent, irreversible animal humanoid transformation!" Youkai: "Smart. I thoroughly appreciate that tactical adaptation. But what specific type of animal humanoid matrix will she rewrite into?" Drago smiled proudly, completely blind to the fact that he was being used as a mere disposable puppet in Youkai's grand game of chaos. Hearing the AI's query, the surrounding crowd of disguised dark knights stopped monitoring their security grids. They suddenly realized they had absolutely no idea what animal blueprint was resting inside the princess's bloodstream. Because the alchemical code was designed as an agonizingly slow 0.5% transformation tracking loop, the biological features were manifesting at a snail's pace. The guards instantly broke into a loud, frantic cartoon betting argument, their One Piece style faces stretching in wild speculation. Dark Knight 1: "Maybe she's gonna turn into a bird! She'll grow feathers and fly right out the window!" Dark Knight 2: "Or maybe a cat! Small, stealthy, and quick!" Dark Knight 3: "No way, it's gotta be a rat! A shadow rodent to lurk in the stone cracks!" Dark Knight 4: "No maybe it had to be bigger like a cow." Enchainer-Alpha: "Silent all you Bett on what she become we don’t know what she become but however it triggered by what she eat when she eat the food then she had to drink it with the DNA of what that food she eating so the answer is horse." Lord Drago: "Yes the Horse is a perfect one. She cannot escape with that form because one a complete she stuck there for life and she can’t talk human language instead scream make annoy like a Horse hahahahaha!" Exactly ten minutes later, Princess Sheree stood straight up from her grey stone throne. The moment her elegant black high heel strap sandals touched the floorboards, a sudden, sharp spasm tore through her core. Her face went pale as a violent, low-pitch growl echoed directly from her abdomen. Princess Sheree: "Ugh... what is this...?" The two loyal silver Great Knights guarding the throne immediately stepped forward, their visors gleaming with sudden, protective alarm. Great Knight 1: "What from Princess is that silver knight Did something your food?" Great Knight 2: "If so we will get him for you." Princess Sheree: "No I’m fine is just my stomach that’s all I’m going to my bedroom." The princess turned, walking with a slightly unsteady gait as she disappeared through the rear arched corridors leading to the royal living quarters. The two loyal Great Knights let out a sigh of relief, returning to their rigid standing positions beside the empty throne. Suddenly, the ambient light inside the grand hall completely died. A dense, suffocating cloud of dark blue fire aura flooded the room from the ceiling panels. Emerging silently from the towering pillars like a nightmare monolith was the 15-foot tall Enchainer-Alpha. Enchainer-Alpha: "It’s time to eliminate both of you one and for all." Both loyal guards lunged forward in a desperate dual counter-assault, swinging their heavy iron halberds with maximum physical strength directly at Alpha's chest plates. But it was completely useless. The moment the blades hit his torso, a loud CLANG-SHATTER echoed across the masonry. Their weapons shattered into tiny metal shards. Enchainer-Alpha: "My calcified bio-mechanical shell possesses an absolute hardening metric. Your primitive iron tools cannot scratch my armor." Moving with unreadable, blinding speed, Alpha's massive mechanical claws clamped shut around their throats. He ruthlessly eliminated both loyal knights without making a single loud noise. Before a single drop of blood could even splatter across the floorboards, Alpha dragged their heavy armor suits straight into the pitch-black shadows of the pillars, completely hiding the bodies. Two silver-armored disguised dark knights immediately stepped out from the side doors, holding mops and cleaning buckets. Enchainer-Alpha: "You two clean the blood up before the princess find out about it." The two disguise guard knights: "Yes sir." Princess Sheree stumbled into her lavish, sunlit bedroom. She slammed the heavy oak door shut, throwing the heavy iron deadbolt locks into place with a loud THUD-CLICK. Princess Sheree: "No one enter my bedroom... Ugh, my head..." She walked weakly toward her large canopy bed, collapsing onto the silk mattress. A cold sweat soaked her long silver hair. She reached up, holding her forehead as her brain felt like it was melting under a bizarre alchemical heat. Her stomach growled violently again, and a strange, prickling sensation began creeping beneath her skin—the agonizingly slow 0.5% transformation code was beginning to alter her cellular blueprint. She forced her neck upward, looking directly into the grand vanity mirror across from her bed. Maintaining her refined athletic D-cup shape for now, her cyan-blue eyes widened in profound, escalating psychological horror. Princess Sheree: ‘Oh God... what is happening to me...?! My body... my voice... everything feels so deeply funny and wrong...!’