The Ability to Shift Anything is Convenient, Even in Another World!

Reika and Veylir followed the swordsman without hesitation. When they arrived, Reika was met with a crowd of unfamiliar faces. Some were injured, while others bore only minor bruises.

Her gaze instinctively analyzed their features. At a glance, they looked almost human. However, the horns on their foreheads set them apart. Their sizes varied—some had a single horn, while others bore two. Seeing them up close, Reika quickly realized these were the ogres the dryad had spoken of earlier.

So that’s what they look like, huh… How unique!

Engrossed in thought, she momentarily forgot why they had come. While Veylir approached the dryad to gather information, Reika stood rooted in place, marveling at their appearance.

Now that I think about it, they resemble like Onis. Not the ones from folklore, but the versions you’d see in pop cultures, like from an anime...

Among the group, one figure immediately drew her attention.

A lone female ogre stood apart, her presence impossible to ignore.

A single dark-purple horn adorned her forehead, matching the striking shade of her hair—a pale, almost ethereal lavender that cascaded down to her curvy waist. Her physique was powerful, muscles subtly visible beneath her smooth, porcelain-like skin. Despite her strength, she radiated undeniable femininity. Her eyes, the same shade as her hair, shimmered with intensity. She was tall, nearly reaching Soru’s height.

S-she’s pretty!

Reika’s silent admiration was cut short when the ogre’s expression suddenly shifted.

Noticing Reika staring, the woman’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling in disdain.

"Hmph!" The ogre scoffed. "How dare these humans set their gaze upon us with such expressions? Presumptuous!"

Everyone at the scene was stunned by the female ogre’s bold remarks. Without sparing another glance, she turned away, her mood sour.

"It seems coming here was a mistake. We’re leaving!"

The other ogres hesitated, uncertain. None of them moved immediately to follow her command. The dryad, visibly concerned, stepped forward in protest.

"M-miss, some of your kin are severely injured and require urgent treatment. Perhaps—"

"I appreciate your concern, dryad," the ogre interrupted. "But I refuse to stand on the same ground as these petty humans. Their very presence makes me sick!"

Excluding the swordsman who had guided them there, Reika and Veylir understood every word, thanks to the Translator ability. Hearing such a blatantly rude remark, Reika felt her patience wear thin. She stepped forward, confronting the ogre directly.

"Hey! That was going a bit too far!"

The ogre's eyes widened in surprise upon realizing that a human could speak their dialect. However, any curiosity she might have felt was quickly buried beneath her deep-seated pride and resentment.

"I have no interest in speaking further with the likes of you," she said coldly. Then, turning to her kin, she ordered, "We should leave at once!"

Seeing the female ogre’s stubbornness, Reika blocked her path, refusing to let her leave. The ogre’s expression darkened with irritation.

"Human, how dare you stand in my way?!"

"I won’t let you go. Some of your people are injured—if we delay their treatment, their condition will only get worse."

"Our survival is none of your concern. Move aside while I’m still being lenient, human!"

Despite the ogre’s hostility, Reika didn’t waver. She stood firm, her resolve unwavering.

"I won’t let you leave until they’re treated. Until they’ve recovered, I won’t move an inch."

The female ogre’s patience snapped. The human before her wasn’t bluffing, and that only made her more infuriating.

"Oh?"

With a swift motion, she unsheathed the greatsword strapped to her back, pointing its blade directly at Reika.

"Even if I have to use force to make you move?"

Veylir’s fury flared the instant the female ogre drew her sword. He stepped forward, ready to confront her.

"You lowly monster! How dare you point your filthy sword—!"

"Veylir, don’t!"

Reika’s sharp command stopped Veylir in her tracks. She hesitated, stunned by the seriousness in Reika’s voice. After a brief pause, she backed down, choosing to watch in silence.

From the moment she blocked the ogre’s path, Reika had expected things to escalate.

"Force, you say?"

She reached into her spatial storage and gripped her spear tightly.

"If that’s what it takes to save your kin, then so be it."

The female ogre didn’t hesitate. With a roar, she lunged forward.

"Since you're so full of yourself, don’t expect me to go easy on you! Hyaaah!"

She swung her greatsword with all her strength, aiming to wound. But just before the blade could reach her, Reika dodged, leaping several feet back as the sword crashed into the ground with a heavy impact.

CRRRACK!

The ground trembled as the ogre’s greatsword struck with immense force. Without missing a beat, she wrenched it free and charged after Reika, her fury burning hotter.

Their weapons clashed relentlessly, each strike sending shockwaves through the air. The onlookers stood in stunned silence, but the ogres among them saw the truth—the difference in strength was undeniable.

Suddenly, Reika’s eyes widened as the female ogre’s power surged. Her attacks grew even stronger and faster, forcing Reika into a desperate struggle.

"Kghhh!"

Each swing carried crushing weight. Her strength is overwhelming mine!

Reika barely managed to evade the relentless onslaught. The female ogre noticed her shifting tactics and scoffed.

"Hmph! You can’t even match my strength, yet you dare block my path? You humans are nothing but talk!"

From a distance, a younger ogre was watching the battle with growing excitement.

"Yeah! Thrash that arrogant human girl, Sis!"

"Shiki! Mind your manners!"

The voice of an elder cut through the cheers. The young ogre, Shiki, turned with an exaggerated groan, eyes widening in confusion.

"Ehhh~? Is cheering for my sister’s victory bad manners?"

The old ogre sighed, rubbing the tip of one of his short horns before closing his droopy eyes.

"I’ve told you many times—the blood of a chieftain runs through your veins. Conduct yourself with dignity. To act without manners is to live like a barbarian."

"Aizzz. Enough with the lectures, old man Sukuna. I’ve heard it all before!"

"...Old man, you say?"

But Shiki wasn’t listening. Eyes locked onto the fight once more, the young ogre ignored Sukuna entirely. The elder shook his head and turned away, focusing on the wounded.

As he checked their condition, his gaze fell upon one ogre struggling to tighten a cloth around the stump of a missing leg, trying to stop the bleeding. Breathing heavily, the injured ogre gritted its teeth in pain.

Sukuna immediately made his way over.

"Sigh... I told you to cauterize that part with fire. If we had done it earlier, you would be suffering less, like the others."

Among the ogres who had lost limbs while fleeing from Gargantua’s wrath, only this one had refused to seal his wounds with flame.

"I... I was afraid of fire ever since I was young. I had a trauma. Since then, I’ve been extremely cautious around every flame I see. If I expose myself to it again—let alone use it to b-burn my own flesh—I don’t think I could handle it..."

Sukuna saw the anxiety in the ogre’s eyes. With a sigh, he closed his own and stood up.

"Tighten it further if you don’t want to bleed yourself to death."

The ogre wordlessly nodded and obeyed.

Just then, a familiar figure flew toward them. Sukuna turned to face it, but before he could confirm its identity, a sudden scream cut through the air.

"GYAAAHHH!"

Flames erupted from the injured ogre’s leg. Sukuna twitched in alarm and snapped his head toward the approaching figure.

"What are you doing? Stop it at once—"

"Dryad, slap that scaredy-cat and wrap his mouth so he can’t scream."

The dryad stepped forward and obeyed the command instantly, striking the ogre across the face. Stunned, the ogre barely had time to react before vines wrapped around his mouth, muffling his cries.

Sukuna’s hand went to the hilt of his blade—a straight, single-edged sword without a handguard. He started to draw it but abruptly stopped as recognition dawned.

Hm? Isn’t that the familiar that came with the human girl?

Before he could process it further, the familiar spoke.

"You dare point that measly knife at your own guardian? It seems even senile monsters like you have forgotten how to show respect."

Sukuna stiffened. Guardian... who?

Then, realization struck, and his droopy eyes widened.

"Wildfire Dragon Veylir...?!"

His gaze swept over the figure, inspecting it closely. Something felt off.

This creature just called itself our guardian, and only the Wildfire Dragon would make such a bold claim. But its appearance... something seemed off....

As if reading his thoughts, Veylir scoffed.

"I know you have a lot of questions, especially about my appearance. But I don’t have time to explain. Maybe later."

Veylir moved swiftly, tending to the ogres with minor injuries. Sukuna watched in quiet disbelief. He had never imagined seeing Veylir healing others—especially his own kin.

His curiosity deepened. What exactly happened to Veylir while I was unaware?

His gaze shifted to the dryad assisting her.

That dryad obeys without question. There’s no doubt—it must be the real Veylir. But...

Forget its current appearance—why was the exalted dragon tending to my wounded kin...?

Meanwhile, Veylir continued treating the ogres’ wounds. With the dryad’s help, healing their shallow injuries would be done in no time.

"Ugh... Why am I even doing this?"

Then, with a nod to herself, she remembered the answer.

That’s right! We were going to do this later anyway. Might as well get it over with now rather than deal with her nagging!

As Veylir and the dryad worked, a sudden, overwhelming aura erupted across the area. The sheer pressure sent a wave of silence through the battlefield.

Veylir’s expression darkened as she immediately recognized it.

"Reika...!"

She used Draconic Aura?!

Everyone in the vicinity felt the immense presence radiating from Reika. The injured ogre from earlier, still weak and struggling, suddenly gasped for air. Though he was several meters away, the suffocating force of the aura was too much. His body gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

Even the dryad faltered, losing focus as the overwhelming energy disrupted its control.

The ogres trembled in fear as Reika’s Draconic Aura swept over them. The overwhelming pressure crushed their spirits, leaving them gasping for breath. Most collapsed, unable to withstand its might.

However, four ogres managed to endure—albeit barely. Among them were the female ogre, her younger sibling Shiki, Sukuna, and another ogre named Satoru, who wielded a massive butcher's knife. Though their bodies screamed under the weight of the aura, they stood firm, refusing to submit.

Without hesitation, the three rushed to the female ogre’s side, weapons drawn in a protective stance.

"Sis Shiori! Are you okay?" Shiki asked the female ogre, struggling against the crushing force.

"Yes... I-I'm okay..." the female ogre, whose name was Shiori, muttered.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes at Reika, his voice laced with both awe and wariness.

"To think a human could unleash an aura belonging to the race of dragons… What exactly are you?"

Reika remained silent, her golden gaze steady as she watched them. She wasn’t ignoring the question—she was simply lost in thought, searching for a way to end this fight without needless bloodshed.

After a moment of contemplation, she exhaled softly.

"I was saving this form for our fight with that overgrown lake creature later, but..."

When it comes to settling arguments, intimidation works best!

<Draconic Transformation!>

A stunned silence fell over the battlefield. Aside from Veylir and the man who had already fainted, everyone’s jaws dropped as they watched Reika’s body undergo a stunning transformation.

Massive, dark-purple wings sprouted from her back, matching the color of her hair. The sheer presence of her Draconic Aura intensified, paralyzing everyone with overwhelming fear. They could only watch, trembling, as she changed before their eyes.

Her arms were now covered in thick, dragon-like scales, forming what looked like a pair of natural gauntlets ending in razor-sharp claws. Her legs underwent the same transformation, gaining the powerful structure of a dragon’s limbs.

Her eyes shifted, her pupils narrowing into reptilian slits. Two majestic horns curved from her head, completing the transformation. And just above her waist, a small yet unmistakable dragon tail swayed slightly.

As Reika’s transformation completed, she no longer looked like the human she once was. The simple girl from before had been reborn into a majestic, dark-purple half-dragon.

The ogres stood frozen, their stunned expressions saying more than words ever could. Fear gripped their hearts, rendering them motionless.

Veylir, however, remained unfazed. She had seen this transformation multiple times. Over the past month, during their rigorous training, Reika had tirelessly honed her abilities alongside Veylir and Alguis. The transformation everyone now witnessed was the result of her relentless efforts.

"Now she’s done it," Veylir murmured.

What a way to terrify them... When did she learn to intimidate others like this?

Among the ogres, Shiki reacted the most strongly. The moment she laid eyes on Reika’s new form, she fell to her knees, her entire body trembling. Tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks.

"M-m-m-mon...!"

"Shiki! Get a grip!"

Shiori’s urgent voice snapped Shiki out of her daze. The younger ogre turned to her sister, eyes filled with terror, before throwing herself into Shiori’s arms.

"Noo! Bwaaaahhh!!"

Shiki sobbed uncontrollably, clinging to her sister as if seeking protection from the monstrous figure before her.

Reika noticed her distress and felt a pang of guilt. She hadn’t intended to scare the girl so badly, but intimidation had been the only way to end this standoff quickly.

I’m sorry, kid, but I had no other choice! I’ll apologize to you later.

"Admit your defeat... Shiori."

Shiori gritted her teeth, glaring at Reika’s transformed form with sheer frustration.

“Ghk, that bitch! How dare she utter my name from her mouth!”

Her pride screamed at her to keep fighting, but she couldn’t ignore the state of her kin. Reika’s Draconic Aura was still intensifying—its uncontrolled presence weighing heavier with each passing second.

Then she saw it.

Shiki was about to collapse. Even Sukuna and Satoru, who had held out the longest, were reaching their limits.

“Old man Sukuna! Satoru!”

Their bodies trembled under the unbearable force, their breaths ragged.

Shiori’s heart sank. This is my fault.

Her greatsword slipped from her grip, clattering to the ground as she fell to her knees.

“I…”

She looked up at Reika, meeting her cold, draconic gaze. Those piercing, reptilian eyes burned themselves into her memory. She would never forget them.

I lost.

At that moment, she swallowed her pride.

“I... admit defeat.”

The words felt like acid on her tongue, but she said them nonetheless.

Reika’s expression softened as she heard Shiori’s submission. With a satisfied nod, she deactivated her Draconic Aura, allowing the overwhelming pressure to finally dissipate. As her body reverted to its original form, the oppressive aura was lifted.

The ogres gasped in relief, their muscles loosening as they tried to recover. The sheer intensity of that aura had shaken them to their core.

“To think… a mere human could make me feel such inferiority…” one of them muttered.

Sukuna let out a deep sigh, his body still heavy from the experience.

“How wicked her aura was… It felt like a thousand boulders pressing me down.”

His mind raced as he recalled the sheer dominance in her presence. Is she truly human? No… Could she be a half-dragon? To release an aura on par with a pure-blooded dragon…

Reika, meanwhile, had already dismissed her weapon and was making her way toward them. Despite everything, worry flickered in her eyes as she checked their condition—especially Shiori’s young sibling.

“Are you guys okay?”

She extended a hand toward Shiori, offering to help her up.

Shiori slowly lifted her chin, staring at the outstretched hand. But then, her expression twisted. With a sharp motion, she shoved it away.

“…We don’t need your pity.”

Reika was caught off guard by Shiori’s harsh rejection, but she didn’t take offense. She understood the ogre’s wounded pride and chose not to press the issue further.

Instead, she turned her attention to the injured. Alongside Shiori, Sukuna, Satoru, and Shiki, she moved through the battlefield, checking on the fallen ogres.

Seeing their dire state, Reika quietly raised a hand and cast Restore Heal. A soft, greenish light enveloped the wounded, and before their stunned eyes, severed limbs began to regenerate.

Gasps of disbelief filled the air, quickly followed by joyous cries.

"Human, thank you for your generosity!"

"We won’t forget your kindness!"

Tears welled in the eyes of some as they flexed their once-lost arms and legs, awed by the miracle before them.

Sukuna, having witnessed it all, stepped forward. Reika turned to face him as he approached.

"To think we treated our benefactor with such disrespect earlier… I am truly ashamed..."

Before she could respond, the old ogre lowered his head in a deep bow.

Reika’s eyes widened at the unexpected gesture.

"On behalf of my kin, I offer my sincere apologies. We will reflect on the sins we committed against you."