Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 228: The Poor Steven (4K)
To be honest, Steven felt that his fate was very tragic.

The family had been in decline since his father's generation, and by the time it came to his generation, it was basically completely ruined.

The only title left is "descendant of a legendary explorer", but it has no value other than sounding nice.

Even though some nobles would invite him to their homes to listen to his stories about their ancestors, it was only because of his status and they did not show him any respect.

Steven was unwilling to give up.

He didn't want to live forever under the shadow of his ancestors.

He wanted people to look at him because of him, not anyone else.

But relying solely on his own efforts, he was afraid that he would never be able to reach the heights of his ancestors in his lifetime.

So, after thinking it over again and again, he finally chose a shortcut.

I came here following my childhood dream, hoping to carry on the legacy of my ancestors.

As long as he can get out alive, he will become the second person after the ancestor!
Only then can you become completely famous and renowned, and become a new legendary explorer!
But ideals are full, and reality is extremely skinny.

The story has not even started yet, but right after it begins, it has already reached its grand finale.

No one was left behind, whether dead or fleeing.

All his teammates were dead, and even he was in a daze, being controlled like a zombie.

Finally, he was the only one left alive in this world.

He really doesn't want to die.

But it seemed there was no way to leave alive.

The fog trapped him, enveloping him in this huge cage.

My life is simply a tragedy.

And when he was confused, he saw the hope of life.

With his car at a dead end, Steven placed his faith in God.

Even if the other party never showed up, even if... all those things were probably just an absurd dream.

He's crazy.

Maybe not crazy.

But he certainly heard the holy words chanted in his ears and felt the gaze of the gods.

He even saw living angels at the end...

But to Steven's regret, the angel in his eyes denied him.

"Angel?"

Herbert looked at the middle-aged man who was still a little confused and shook his head:
"I don't know why you think so, but I'm not the angel you're talking about."

Angel?

Oh, who cares.

Is Herbert considered Nenasha's angel?

Strictly speaking, it can be.

His messenger, carrying out His commands, this is the duty of an angel.

However, Herbert was not prepared to admit it.

His status is much higher than that of an angel!

[“Aren’t you treating me differently?”]

At this time, Nenasha, who had been silent all night, suddenly popped her head out and complained:

[“You were pretending to be happy in front of the Heroic Spirit before, why are you so unwilling now when you are here with him?”]

Hearing the God of Comedy's silent ridicule, Herbert raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled in his heart: "Oh? You are finally willing to talk to me?"

【"Ah."】

The god just snorted coldly and didn't want to pay any attention to this annoying guy.

"hehe."

Seeing that He ignored him, Herbert took the initiative to explain:

"I don't admit my identity as an angel because I have a more suitable identity in front of him."

The conversation between the two in their minds lasted less than a breath, and Steven didn't even notice it.

In his eyes, Herbert just shook his head and then smiled at him quietly.

"You are not an angel?"

Steven was stunned for a moment after hearing this answer, and opened his mouth in confusion.

No?

He had already naturally engraved this idea deep in his soul and had never doubted it.

But at this moment, it was as if he was slapped hard in the face and suddenly woke up.

Ok?
Steven's eyes widened and all sorts of thoughts raced through his mind.

It was as if the thin film covering consciousness was gently punctured at some point, and the world returned to reality.

There was a little more intelligence in his eyes, and he didn't look as fanatical as before.

"If you're not, then...are you kidding me?"

Steven smiled awkwardly, looking at the white-haired boy in front of him, still somewhat unwilling to believe this fact.

Can a mortal really possess such a beautiful appearance?

The young man in front of me looked like a character walking out of a dream painting. Every strand of his white hair seemed to be made of the finest silver thread, gleaming with a faint luster under the light.

His face seemed to be carefully carved by the most outstanding craftsmen. His delicate facial features combined together exuded an irresistible handsomeness.

But what made Steven feel even more ashamed than this irresistible beauty was the other person's holiness.

The young man seemed to be shrouded in a layer of holy light. The light was not blindingly bright, but a soft halo that could penetrate into people's hearts.

This halo seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul, giving people a feeling that he was detached from this world.

He has an outstanding temperament, and his elegance and dignity seem to be innate.

His posture is upright, like an ancient and majestic pine tree, but his words and actions are full of agility, and his every move shows elegance and nobility.

After looking carefully for a while, Steven was actually a little dazed.

"..."

Steven is neither a monster nor a woman, so he will not have any special feelings due to Nenasha's protection.

But even without that fatal attraction, the charm Herbert exudes at this moment is enough to make mortals dazed.

This is a kind of charm that is extremely difficult to describe.

As Herbert's strength grew, his own charm continued to increase.

After absorbing the materials of various monster girls, he also acquired some of their temperament.

The arrogance of a dragon, the tenderness of a siren, the temptation of a devil, the mystery of an angel...

These complex temperaments intertwined together made Herbert particularly mysterious and full of special charm in the eyes of others.

If that were all, Herbert's temperament would still be amazing, but not as stunning as it is now.

The most important thing was that his increasingly powerful holy power successfully suppressed these "monsters".

When people see Herbert, their first impression is that this person is extremely pure, like the embodiment of holiness.

But when they looked closely, they could vaguely sense the special weirdness in him - and when they did so, they had already fallen into the trap of Herbert's charm.

From the moment "curiosity" arises, you have become his prey.

"hehe."

Herbert knew Steven had taken the bait and chuckled twice to wake him from his trance.

"Did you finish reading it? Do you still think I'm kidding?"

"Uh!"

Steven suddenly came to his senses and realized something was wrong.

"…I was indeed rude."

This boy is not an angel.

The other person's expression was as holy and noble as an angel, yet also as lively and agile as a mortal.

Herbert winked at him, his eyes full of amusement, and asked, "Now, what do you think I look like?"

My friend, do you want to play a game with me? A guessing game without prizes.

Do you think I am kidding you?

There’s no reward for guessing right, but if you guess wrong… hehe.

!!!

Steven shuddered, trying to suppress the uneasiness in his heart. He turned to look at the Centaur Heroic Spirit standing quietly beside him, and asked to change the subject:
"You are not an angel, but this sir should be a heroic spirit, right?"

It’s fine if you say you are not an angel, but this should be a heroic spirit, right?
Although Steven did not have much adventure experience, his family had a large amount of written records, and he had known about various monsters since he was a child.

He is a true expert in monster studies.

The centaur in front of him was undoubtedly a heroic warrior who should have existed in the kingdom of God.

Before Herbert could explain, Sophia frowned immediately when she heard herself being mentioned.

"……snort."

In fact, during this half day, she had been staring at Steven with a very "kind" look, trying to silently convey her thoughts - warning.

Why do you dare to stand?

What is your identity?
How dare you not kneel down to show your respect while our Lord is speaking to you?
But due to Herbert's indifferent attitude, she did not warn him out loud, but just tried to kill this ignorant guy with her eyes.

My Lord doesn’t care, but can you not care?
She snorted when Steven asked, and asked loudly to Herbert:
"My Lord, this guy knows too much. Do I need to make him forget it all?"

He knows too much, it's time to deal with it!

If you dare to question my identity today, you will dare to rebel tomorrow.

This boy is destined to die, so he must not be allowed to stay!
kill!

"what?"

Steven: ! ! ?

and many more!

What do I know?

After feeling the malicious gaze of the hero, he immediately felt a chill, his body shook uncontrollably, and he felt a burning pain in the back of his head.

I clapped my hands and touched it, and felt that the painful area was like a horseshoe shape... Hiss, why is it this shape?
Suddenly, I felt some painful memories gradually awakening...

"Ok?"

Herbert looked at the Centaur lady with some surprise, blinked, and suddenly realized something.
Is this her... competitive spirit?
Because she realized that he might become my subordinate, Sophia felt that her position was challenged?

Isn't it?

You, a legend, are actually worried about a poor high-level guy shaking your position.

"hehe."

Herbert smiled, waved to Sophia, and patted her butt gently when she came behind him.

Sophia: !!!

The same position was stimulated again and Sophia's body trembled slightly.

"My Lord, you..."

"Hold it back, don't let him notice."

Herbert did not explain to her, but secretly gave orders, and continued to stroke gently without any uneven movements of his hands.

Because of the angle, Steven couldn't see what Herbert was doing with his hands. He only saw him gently comforting the angry heroic spirit.

"As you can see, Sophia is indeed a heroic spirit, but she has no relationship with the god you mentioned. She is just my servant now."

After hearing what Herbert said, Sophia raised her head excitedly, wanting to express her gratitude.

"My Lord! I... huh!?"

But before she could say anything, her cheeks trembled, and she lowered her head with clenched teeth.

It looked as if she was crying tears of joy because she was too excited.

Herbert smiled in his heart and continued to comfort the proud heroic spirit secretly.

It's quite exciting.

In addition to Steven, the stranger in the audience, there was actually another witness, or...victim.

[“No, you snatched it away now?”]

The God of Harmony’s mind is full of question marks.

That's my heroic spirit!

Just take it for granted, I won't care about you.

But you have to do it in front of me?

Are you looking for trouble on purpose?

"Don't get excited."

Sure enough, it is most exciting to do such evil things in front of the victim.

[“No, are you a human?!”]

Is it human?

This is actually a very philosophical question.

After all he's been through, is Herbert still human?

After absorbing so much material from the monsters, it might be difficult for him to be reclassified as a mortal.

It is possible that Herbert is a man, but it is unlikely that Herbert is a man.

But it’s actually not a big problem.

At least Herbert thought he was.

Herbert took Sophia's claim for granted, but for Steven, the shock of this statement was quite great.

His confused mind was a little unable to understand.

What kind of being is qualified to be the master of the Heroic Spirit?

How noble a status does one have to have to be able to do this?
He suddenly realized something, lowered his body stiffly, and saluted respectfully to Herbert.

Herbert watched his movements without stopping him, letting him kneel respectfully, laughing in his heart.

Not stupid at all.

Steven raised his head and asked in awe: "Sir, who... are you?"

Herbert had already prepared an answer to his question.

"I am many other things elsewhere, but here I am Herbert, the Lord of the Eldar."

"My Lord?" Steven looked at Herbert blankly. He didn't expect to get such an answer.

Just a lord?

"Yes, you can call me that."

"Welcome to my territory, the Land of the Eldar, the land of salvation hidden in the mist."

Herbert blinked at Steven, who was still confused, and smiled:

"And you are the first human leader here."

……

Steven sat blankly by the spring, drew water as Herbert had instructed, and silently washed the filth off his body.

He now felt his brain was in chaos.

What happened? Who am I? Where am I?
How did I become a citizen here without knowing it?

While Steven was puzzled, Sophia was also very confused about the result.

"My Lord, why did you leave that mortal behind?"

She doesn't understand.

Why should we keep a weak human being, a mortal with no use value?

"With all due respect, he is not needed here."

In response to her question, Herbert just shook his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you really not notice it?"

"On his body..."

"It is blessed by the 'gods'."

(End of this chapter)