Chapter 336
When I opened my eyes, I was a griffon.
No, that’s not a metaphor or some kind of literary flourish. I really was a griffon.
A griffon—or at least, I thought so? I seemed a bit small for one. I could only estimate based on the size of the stones in this cell-like place, but when I stood up, my head barely reached an adult human’s chest. That was significantly smaller than how griffons were usually portrayed in media.
Hind legs of a lion, front talons of an eagle. Strangely enough, I could even feel the wings on my back. I twisted my head to look and, sure enough, there they were. Still covered in soft, downy feathers—it looked like they hadn’t fully grown in.
At first, I was shocked, of course. But I calmed down faster than expected.
Why wouldn’t I? Even before the recent trend of getting isekai’d into books for badmouthing authors, there were older, more classic isekai tropes. Like falling asleep mid-game and waking up as your game character. Or a random high school student getting sucked into another world for no reason and somehow becoming a hero.
And if you trace that genre back far enough, there were always stories where people reincarnated into bizarre things. I went down the list of all the weird ones I’d seen in light novels and nodded to myself.
Yeah, if I had to rank it... being a griffon is pretty high tier.
...As far as creatures go, anyway.
But as I slowly came to grips with the situation, a few critical problems became apparent.
First of all—I was a baby griffon.
“Cheep?”