Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 114: Strong and Weak (23)
"Admittedly, although they were legendary in terms of strength, their performance before death was not that shocking."

Although Herbert was outside the Third Commandment House, with the help of Nenasha, he knew everything that was happening inside.

It can be said that no one understands what happened inside better than him.

The battle in there, hey!
It was so horrific, so unbearable to look at.

"To be frank, their performance was somewhat embarrassing, even shameful."

Burned by lava, melted in the song, launched a fearless charge towards the dragon, lost in the illusion, strangled by blood relatives...

Is this the strength that a legendary strongman should have?

That's called fighting?

No.

It was nothing more than a one-sided massacre.

These legendary dark elves didn't make many waves before they died.

It was like a stone thrown into the lake. Although it created tiny ripples, they completely dissipated in a moment without causing much splash at all.

But, are they... really that weak?

Are they just a bunch of trash?
Herbert shook his head, rejecting the idea.

of course not.

"To judge whether someone is strong or weak, there is a necessary prerequisite, which is to choose a reference object."

"Compared to who I was a month ago, I am undoubtedly a very strong and powerful person at this moment."

"Except for the fact that his mind has not changed, it can almost be said that he is completely superior in terms of strength, speed, physique, charm, and perception."

He raised his arm and grasped the moon. The holy marks lit up from his fingertips, all the way down, and finally through his sleeves, reflecting the sacred lines.

High-level holy power, high-level physical body, and a month of intensive training in combat skills, these three combined together were enough for him to charge into the wilderness single-handedly and fight his way in and out of it seven times.

Herbert has a fairly clear and objective understanding of himself.

He is really not weak now, and he is strong enough to bully the weak.

But at the same time - it's not really that strong.

"But compared to those legends... I am an absolute weakling."

"Whether it's the 'good man' or the 'wise man', I don't have the confidence that I can last more than ten moves against them."

Especially that "wise man", who relied on sacrificing others and actually held on to the end with the joint efforts of Kreti and Flora, and almost allowed him to escape to other areas.

"Not to mention the most destructive 'madman' among them. If I were to face him in that violent state, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have time to run away."

With speed, strength and physique all at a disadvantage, whether he can break through the defense is a question worth thinking about. If they really fight, it will be like Loki fighting the Hulk - he will be directly smashed to pieces.

"But they are dead now, all of them."

"I died at the hands of the monsters that I casually interacted with, chatted with, and played with on a daily basis... And they died in such a vulnerable manner."

Herbert had a subtle expression, with one eyebrow raised, recalling the various scenes he had seen in his perception.

He was not unaware of the strength of the monster girls, and he also had a rough estimate of their abilities.

But when he really witnessed it "with his own eyes", he couldn't help but sigh.

I was really brave before!
Wow, how dare I!?

Not to mention Valentina, Miss Hungry Dragon's destructive power when she's furious has always been amazing.

For the first time, Herbert saw directly how horrible it was that Fleury's singing could kill people without anyone noticing.

When the victim first hears the song, he is unaware of it, and there are no major changes on his body. However, once a bleeding wound appears on his body, the corrosive force will take effect immediately and corrode him completely.

The song was like a non-toxic, colorless, tasteless, but ferocious poison that killed people instantly.

What surprised Herbert the most was Miss Treasure Chest Mimic (Coffin-shaped). Eliza, weren't you a funny character squatting in a coffin?

I think about eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks all day long, but every time I drink the spiciness, I feel like I am half dead and squatting in a decadent coffin.

Herbert was worried that she might fail in this link, so he prepared some extra insurance measures, but in the end he never had time to use them.

Eliza started with group forced control, pulling all enemies including legends into the illusion with one move, and then leisurely sucked their blood one by one.

This, this is not right!

How come he looks so handsome this time!
Did you open it?

Or did he ask the god to come to Aizen?
When did the mirror flowers and water moons appear?
From the beginning?!?

This treasure chest is so cunning, we must not keep it!

Next time, add spicy food to her blood bag...

After watching their performance, Herbert was indeed greatly shocked, and he felt more and more impressed by his brave behavior.

What does it mean to be fearless in the ignorant?
What does it mean that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger?

What does it mean that a strong woman is afraid of a clingy man... ahem.

seriously.

If Herbert had a clear understanding of their strength earlier... he might still do the same thing, but it would definitely not be as natural as before, and the result might be different from now.

So, in many cases, knowledge is like a curse, a curse that makes people become more and more cautious and timid.

The more ignorant a person is, the more arrogant he becomes; the more knowledgeable a person is, the more low-key he becomes.

Ignorance is not necessarily wrong, but over-expansion is definitely wrong.

"I am not the strong one. I have no right to look down on their strength."

Herbert shook his head and put himself in the right position: "The truly powerful ones have always been Valentina and the others."

Although he now has the ability to command them, this power comes from his identity as a prison warden and from his control over the Third Discipline House.

It was power, but not power that belonged entirely to him.

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

If I want to truly become the master who controls them, my current level is far from enough and I need to continue working hard.

[“You’re calmer than I thought. I thought I should… give you some advice.”]

"Did you want to take this opportunity to give me a good beating?"

[“No, no~”]

Herbert curled his lips at the slightly guilty voice, but did not insist on it. Instead, he asked a question that concerned him:
"Are Valentina and the others quite special even among the legends?"

[“Hmm? You just noticed it?”]

Nenasha was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile:

[“Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about that little dragon. A normal giant dragon is far less than a hundred meters long. A dragon that is half her size is already a very large individual.”]

Body size may not necessarily represent overall strength, but it can explain a lot of problems.

[“The royal family of the siren, the prince of vampires, the dark elves obsessed with studying flesh and blood, the wisest among the demons, the devil who only focuses on noble blood, the fallen angel in his original form…”]

[“Yes, it’s just as you thought.”]

At the highest point of the monastery, the evil god whispered softly in the boy's ear:

[“The prisoners held in this prison…”

【“All of them are special bodies.”】

(End of this chapter)