BlueberyTempest

—WSA 2025 Entry— 

I was on my way home with my friend when suddenly, I spotted a beautiful catgirl cosplayer with white hair. But something felt off—I couldn’t recall seeing her in any anime, manga, or games I had ever come across.

Confused, I asked my friend standing next to me. To my shock, my friend’s response sent chills down my spine:

"Huh? What catgirl? What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, a truck came barreling toward the girl. Without thinking, I rushed to save her. In the end, both of us were hit by the truck.

Now, I finds myself reincarnated in another world, in the body of the very catgirl I had seen.

But... who is this girl?

How is she related to the dungeons that keep popping up in the new world?

Read to find out.

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It's really fun, with a lot of catgirls cute moments that let you explore what it's like to become a catgirl. (Like, what do they eat? Do they hate bath? Does their tongues have spike? Can they survive falling from high above?) There's a lot of sweet romance development and of course, some spicy chapters. But on the other hand, there will also be some intense action and dark moments as the story progresses.

MC will be very confused emotionally and can be a bit annoying at first since she has to adapt to the catgirl genetics. Don't expect smut chappies right away because there has to be at least some relationship development. 

Slice of life slow start, slow burn, a lot of action later on.

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Catgirls And Dungeons

The moment we step through the barrier, the world changes.

It's like we just stepped into a nightmare.

Here, the air grows heavy and oppressive, choking with demonic mana so thick it has become a black fog, wrapping around us like a shroud. It clings to our skin, seeps into our lungs, and blocks our vision almost completely.

Even breathing feels like inhaling smoke and tar.

Below our feet, the ground squelches as Alter take a step. A black, viscous liquid spreads in all directions, thick like oil and cold as winter steel. It sticks to our boots, ripples with an unnatural gleam.

"What… the fuck is this?" I whisper.

Concentrated and unnatural, liquefied.

Walking in the dark