Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 245: The Fisherman Never Gets Empty-handed! (Please vote!!! Join the group to grab the red envelope!)
"Ha, ha, cough cough..."

In the thick fog, a figure was walking tiredly.

The fog was like a substance, obscuring his figure and making it vaguely visible, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his shoulders.

Each step he took was extremely difficult, his steps were heavy and slow, as if he was carrying a weight several times heavier than himself.

It was as if an invisible crowd was pulling at his body, unwilling to let him leave them alone.

Steven took a few breaths with difficulty, untied the water bag and took a sip, trying to moisten his dry throat.

"Ha, cough cough!"

His body was swaying like a candle in the wind. He could fall down at any time, and he would stagger from time to time.

But even though he was so tired, he did not stop.

He didn't know why he couldn't stop, or what that would mean.

However, there was always a voice in his heart that kept telling him - "Don't stop! You absolutely cannot stop here!"

"Once you stop, you'll never be able to leave here!"

Steven didn't know whose voice it was, but he chose to believe it.

Perhaps, that is the voice of God.

He is giving me guidance.

And this... could give him some extra strength in times of despair.

"My Lord, please bless your humble and loyal servant!"

Steven raised his still intact right hand to his chest, tightly gripping the wooden sign hanging around his neck.

The material of the wooden sign is ordinary, and there is a flying white dove engraved on it, which slightly changes the quality of the entire sign.

The wings of the white dove were painted scarlet, making the originally harmless-looking white dove appear weird and dangerous.

The wooden sign looked insignificant, but it seemed to be Steven's last hope at the moment. He tried to draw some strength from the sign.

This was a piece he requested the Lord to cut from the holy stake, and he personally engraved the pattern for him.

Steven didn't know what this pattern originally meant, but in his heart, it was equivalent to the holy emblem of God.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel a warmth surging out of the wooden sign, dispelling the fatigue and weakness in his body.

My steps are filled with strength again and I move forward firmly.

"I'll get out of here!"

"You can't stop me!"

"No one can stop me!"

With this thought in mind, Steven became more determined and continued to move forward in the fog.

Perhaps he was lucky enough that he did not encounter any disturbance along the way.

No monsters targeted him, nor did he experience any strange incidents.

This entire foggy forest is like an ordinary wilderness, even safer than an ordinary wilderness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally encountered difficulties.

There is no road ahead.

Pushing aside the thick fog, Steven encountered a lake, blocking his way.

The lake water is clear, blue and chilly.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, yet it exuded an indescribable eeriness.

When Steven's eyes fell on the lake, they were instantly filled with fear and struggle.

"This is it..."

He was actually not unfamiliar with this lake.

It had appeared once in his hazy, confused memory, devouring one of his companions.

Steven's heart was in a fierce struggle, and his steps stopped involuntarily.

"..."

He stood by the lake, looking at the water, and the terrible scene of his friend being "swallowed" by the lake kept appearing in his mind.

Did she really jump into the water on her own initiative?

Is that memory true or false?

After waking up, Steven became more and more doubtful about his previous memories. Many places were only blurry, and he had forgotten the details of many things.

Do you want to stop?
Looking back now?

He stood on the shore, looking at the lake, without taking a step for a long time.

But after hesitating for a long time, he once again held the wooden sign in front of his chest, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"I can't stop here yet."

Finally, he put aside all distractions and took a step forward.

thump.

But just as he took a step to cross the river, something shocking happened!
The originally calm river water suddenly seemed to have received some kind of instruction and automatically parted before his eyes!

The lake is broken in the middle, as if it was split directly by an invisible force, or as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, forming a peculiar landscape.

Steven could even see the dried but still moist mud at the bottom of the lake.

"This……"

Am I dreaming?

He tried to touch the water walls on both sides, but when he got closer, the lake water automatically retreated away, as if unwilling to touch him.

The lake retreated before him?
He looked at everything in front of him blankly, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and gasped in pain.

"hiss!"

The clear pain made him realize that everything before his eyes was not an illusion, but a real miracle that existed in this world.

No.

"Is this a miracle?"

He subconsciously took off the wooden sign from around his neck and held it in his hand.

hum-

For a moment he seemed to hear an illusory buzzing sound, and the lake water on both sides suddenly retreated, moving farther and farther away from him!
Sure enough!

Steven's eyes suddenly lit up, and the scene before him confirmed his guess!

As expected, the special thing about all this is not because of his own appearance, but because of the gods he represents.

That deity really exists.

The lake is afraid of Him!

And just as he thought of this, he discovered another thing: the walls of the lake on both sides were rapidly lowering.

In just a moment, the entire lake dried up and disappeared, leaving only a deep hole in the center that led to an unknown destination.

He suddenly had some enlightenment.

I have been so safe along the way, without being attacked by anything else in the fog...it doesn't seem to be because I'm lucky enough.

But it is because of the protection of gods!
Steven became more and more grateful to the god, and his faith in Him became more devout!
"Praise my Lord!"

"you are……"

He wanted to say a few more words when praising the gods, like the priests he had seen before, such as praising the gods' honorable names.

But when the words came to his lips, they were stuck in his throat.

The idea is good.

But the problem was—he didn't know what to say.

He also didn't know the true identity of the gods and didn't know what to praise.

There was no other way, Steven could only keep repeating the same sentence.

"Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, praise the Lord..."

then……

A scene appeared that seemed very strange to outsiders.

In the silent mist, a weak and exhausted middle-aged man shouted at the top of his voice with a pious look on his face:

"Praise the Lord!"

“Praise my Lord!!”

“Praise my Lord!!!”

He shouted in a rhythmic manner!
He shouted with great energy!
The hoarse and rough voice echoed in the fog, gradually spread to the distance, and dissipated into the deeper and thicker fog.

To be honest, no matter how you look at it, this man is crazy.

It broke down after feeling the majesty of God and coming into contact with the knowledge bestowed by God.

Once you encounter such a scene, no one would take the initiative to approach Steven unless they know his true situation!

……

[“So, this is part of your plan? Hehe.”] Nenasha asked in a playful tone. This is none of my business.

This is your own miscalculation, isn't it?

"Um……"

Herbert was somewhat helpless in the face of Miss Harmony's teasing that was implicitly teasing.

"This is somewhat of a miscalculation."

In his original plan, Steven acted as bait to lure out the guy hiding in the dark.

But now, something is wrong.

As a bait, this guy Steven acted a little too "dangerous".

A bait that will never be bitten actually has no value in existence.

Unfortunately, in this Misty Forest Fishing Competition, the bait himself was negligent and was judged to have failed.

This guy Steven's mental state was really ahead of his time, far beyond Herbert's expectations.

What normal person would walk in the forest and shout all the time?

Do you respect the forest?

what?
"Speaking of which, the reaction of the Holy Grail is more interesting than I thought."

When it met Steven, it did not choose to run away at first, but instead curiously "observed" for a while.

It was not until he was sure that Steven was really related to Herbert that he chose to run away in a hurry.

"Is it afraid of me? Or is it curious about me?"

[“Maybe it’s fear and curiosity?”]

Nenasha did not hide her ridicule and said teasingly: [“After all, you left a very good impression on others at that time~”]

[“Aiya~ I told you guys at the time, you guys don’t have to be so rough~”]

[“That’s great. I wonder when I can really communicate with it.”]

[“It seems that in the end, we will have to continue to use violence to capture it.”]

"is it?"

Herbert shook his head to interrupt His teasing and said with a smile: "I feel that this may not be the case."

[“Oh? How are you going to contact it?”]

"Haha, don't be impatient, you will know when the time comes."

Herbert shook his head and smiled without saying anything.

Just at this point, do you think there is no hope?

Little Nenasha, do you really think that I can only use force from now on?

Naive, so naive.

You look down on me a little bit, don't you?

Herbert lowered his head, looked at the remaining underground sewers on the ground, and gave a meaningful smile.

"Don't worry, I'll have time to play with you later."

Isn't it just hide and seek?
Who wouldn’t?

Judging from the various behaviors and attitudes that the Holy Grail is currently displaying, Herbert feels that it is just a stupid roe deer with low intelligence.

He doesn’t remember to eat, but barely remembers to be beaten. I don’t know what’s in his mind.

For such a creature, we cannot treat it the same way as we do with other intelligent creatures, but should choose to treat it as an ordinary creature.

Herbert muttered a set of secrets to establish a deep relationship with animals: "At a fixed time, at a fixed place, and in a fixed amount. If they don't eat, take it away..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Frey turned around after hearing Herbert's mumbling, somewhat curious about what he was talking about.

"Haha, it's okay, just some tips on communicating with small animals."

Herbert smiled slightly, then pulled at the twin ponytails that Freme had specially tied up.

At this moment, the posture of the two of them is very special.

Unlike usual, Freme did not lie on Herbert's back, but Herbert sat on Freme's butt...well, fish tail.

Herbert, on the other hand, rode on Freme's body.

Offense and defense have changed, folks.

That's right, this was Herbert's way of punishing Freme for her previous stubbornness in public.

I've ridden dragons and centaurs, so why can't I ride mermaids?

That doesn't make sense!
Ride it!

Of course, he still gave Freme some face and did not ride on her in front of others. He deliberately took the initiative to ride on her after leaving the Elda territory.

The twin ponytails are easier to understand—the steering wheel.

In addition, although it was called a "punishment", Freme herself did not actually resist this behavior much.

Some even enjoy it.

The two of them followed Steven from a distance, hiding their figures and enjoying the scenery that was different from the past.

……

Steven walked wearily.

After crossing the dried-up lake, he encountered some other crises along the way.

sound!

Like the sound of a piano coming from the fog, the sound of wind chimes coming from somewhere behind me, the faint sobbing of a woman, the splashing sound of water...

Those noises made him very nervous, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

But for some reason, those voices did not go away, but instead followed him... like a shadow!
Encountered a ghost!

He nervously clutched the wooden plaque engraved with the white dove emblem, trying to draw strength from it.

Finally, at some point, Steven, who was walking with his head down, was suddenly stunned and felt that he had passed through an invisible barrier.

What! ! ?
He looked up and saw the long-lost golden color.

sun.

sky.

“Go…go out!!!”

"Hahaha!"

Steven looked at the long-lost blue sky and couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Boom!
He knelt down heavily on his knees, raised his head high, and covered his cheeks hard, trying to resist the tears that were gushing out.

But he failed.

Tears flowed freely, wetting his beard and collarbone.

After expressing himself for a long time, he finally stood up slowly, his eyes more determined than ever before.

"Lily! My dear daughter!"

He didn't look back at the fog behind him, but strode forward, whispering firmly: "Wait for me at home!"

"This time, Daddy really found a place for you!"

"Even without a lot of money, I can create a pure land for you."

"A truly pure land, a place where even mixed-bloods can live in peace!!!"

He clenched the wooden sign in his hand. It was his spiritual support and also the token given to him by the lord.

When he returns here again with this token in hand, as long as he activates it, someone will come and take him back to the Pure Land...

"Eh? What's the name of that place?"

Steven was stunned. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten the name of that pure land and could not describe it clearly.

The memory exists, but it seems to be covered by a layer of fog, leaving only some of the most critical information.

“Is this… a protection for me?”

Steven was stunned, then bowed his head in gratitude: "Praise my Lord!"

……

On the other side, Herbert, who had just finished the secret battle in the wild, carried the limp Miss Siren on his back and headed back to the Misty Monastery on the other side.

Pippi shrimp, let's go!
Let's go.

The fishing failed, so we...wait, how could I get nothing?

Isn't this a fish?

Herbert bounced around with Fleme on his back and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, it's not small anymore."

"Time to get lost in the monastery."

(End of this chapter)