Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 280: Forbidden Area (6K First Update)
chi chi chi...

Inside the tree house, the soft sound of flesh and blood growing overwhelmed everything else.

goo.

Herbert stared at everything in front of him quietly, swallowed slowly, and then took a deep breath.

Suck--

But when he inhaled, he forgot about the various smells in the room, the smell of sulfur, the smell of corruption, the pungent smell...

Although Herbert had never said it explicitly before, he had always been very resistant to these things, and he always inhaled them carefully after purifying them with holy power.

But at this moment, Herbert, who was somewhat dazed, didn't care about these things. No matter what the breath was, he inhaled it all into his lungs unconsciously.

"...Ahem!"

Although he couldn't stop coughing and even almost coughed up tears due to physical discomfort, Herbert's eyes never moved away.

He saw a miracle.

He is witnessing a miracle.

Ever since Sfanni took out the bone, the scene in front of me has changed every second in an extremely shocking way.

At first, a layer of flesh and blood slowly grew on the white bone.

The flesh and blood seemed to have life, wriggling in a strange rhythm.

Then, scarlet blood vessels like hyphae began to grow in the flesh on the surface of the bones.

One by one, in clusters...thousands of blood vessels gradually formed a complex network.

Then, layers of flesh and blood gradually covered the blood vessels and spread beyond the bones.

Soon, the wriggling flesh that stretched out like tentacles extended beyond the bones.

Then, the flesh and blood began to differentiate - from scarlet flesh and blood, gradually differentiating into various different tissues.

In the beginning, it was bones formed by flesh and blood.

One bloody bone after another grew and connected rapidly, gradually outlining a slender and petite female skeleton.

After the bones, there are various organs, skin, hair necessary for life... every part is made up of flesh and blood.

From one to ten thousand.

Or...clone?
Herbert suddenly thought of the knowledge he had learned in his previous life, "the omnipotence of cells."

That is, "differentiated cells still have the potential to develop into complete organisms. In multicellular organisms, the nucleus of each somatic cell contains all the genes for individual development and can develop into a complete individual as long as conditions permit."

However, in general, the degree of cell totipotency is related to the degree of cell differentiation.

The higher the degree of differentiation, the lower the cell omnipotence, the more difficult it is to express omnipotence, and the smaller the possibility of successful cloning.

How did this completely dead bone do all this?

Moreover, even if this problem is solved, even scientists in the previous life cannot control the flesh and blood and make them move, grow, and differentiate according to their own consciousness...

So, this can only be magic?
There is a saying that goes: If you don’t study math, physics and chemistry, life will be full of magic.

But now, a field that could not be explained by mathematics, physics or chemistry really appeared before Herbert's eyes.

“…Haha, come on, I almost hit a dead end again.”

After being in a trance for a while, Herbert came to his senses and shook his head helplessly.

He realized that thinking with the mindset of his previous life in the extraordinary world was just asking for trouble.

Instead of worrying about these details, let’s use science to explain the existence of gods before thinking about anything else!

Those things are really incomprehensible.

Those damn things...

【"Um?"】

As if she had noticed something, the perceptive Lady God suddenly asked:
[“Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like you are looking down on me?”]

"illusion."

In response to this, the annoying boy who had no respect for the gods in his heart was quite calm and casually perfunctory.

"It's all your illusion, don't think too much."

Just like that, under Herbert's gaze full of shock and surprise, in just a few minutes, the original bone gradually grew into a complete female dark elf.

The slightly dull skin covered it up, concealing the layers of flesh underneath.

"……call."

After witnessing all this, Herbert shook his head and let out a long breath.

He thought that after receiving the "infusion of flesh and blood knowledge", his manipulation of flesh and blood had reached the master level.

But now, he found out that he was wrong.

The little bit of my skills are enough for daily use.

However, in front of a true master who played with flesh and blood, the knowledge he obtained through indoctrination was not worth mentioning at all.

He felt like a rookie at this moment.

That feeling was like a poor student who got into college by cheating meeting a real top student for the first time.

Humbled.

No, this is the gap between a top student and a poor student. This... this is simply incomparable.

because……

Herbert smacked his lips and asked in his heart: "I say...Sfanny's actions should have involved the realm of gods, right?"

Nenasha did not give a direct answer, but sighed with emotion: [“What a surprising group of little guys you have locked up in this prison!”]

Even the gods were amazed by this ability of blasphemy.

Magic that regenerates flesh and blood? Divine arts that repair the body?

This is not a surprising ability.

The [Life Hiding Technique] that relies on one's own special flesh and blood to rebuild a complete body after the body is destroyed, or the [Perfect Regeneration Technique] that uses divine magic to completely restore the injured body.

Although these technologies consume huge resources, they have long been recognized and known by the world.

And if all Sfanny did was to reduce their cost, then this matter would be unremarkable and could only be a small breakthrough in magic technology.

But the problem is, what Sfanni did was far more than that.

Herbert did not feel the fluctuation of divine arts, nor did he feel the fluctuation of magic power.

She did not recreate a body with "her own" flesh and blood, but regenerated a complete individual with a bone from "another person".

What is this concept?
It's just like the ancient legend in the previous life that God created Eve from a bone of Adam.

Miracle?

No, this is already a miracle.

The sacred texts of countless churches mostly record stories of gods creating their own species.

In this world, only gods have the ability to create their own species, unique creations.

Only they can wield the power between life and death.

There is a god of death in this world.

But in this world, the power of the God of Death is very strong, but He does not take his power seriously - or you can say that He is very Buddhist.

[God of Death] Although he is a powerful ancient god who has possessed high-level divine power since his birth, he is not obsessed with death.

He has long since become indifferent to the soul's belonging.

“Everything must come to an end.”

"As is the case with all things, so also with the gods."

"The end has come, and all things will return to one."

He firmly believed that this world would be destroyed just as it was born in the beginning.

Death is a very negative pessimist.
He believed that since there would definitely be an end, everything that happened before that would be meaningless.

"So, before the end comes, please feel free to struggle."

Long before the birth of the gods of faith, He had already dispersed the power that belonged exclusively to the God of Death, allowing the gods to divide and fight for it among themselves...

Although the normal operation of the underworld is still maintained, there are no sleepless souls and pieces of flesh wandering around the world.

But beyond that, He is pretty casual.

Just don't disturb me, you can die if you want, but just don't bother me.

The result of this is the birth of many races' own exclusive gods of death.

Like the [Tree of Thorns and Death] of the Elven pantheon, the [God of Hearthfire and Death] of the Dwarven pantheon, the [God of War and Death] of the Human pantheon...

Their strengths vary, but they all seize a portion of the power of the god of death.

And, it's not just the racial god of death, the same goes for other gods.

Before the God of Death gave up his power, the transformation of legendary heroes was far from easy. It was not so easy to just send any hero to lead them to the kingdom of God.

At that time, God's angels were needed to snatch people away from the messengers of death!
You know, even the god of death might not give you face in that situation.

On a side note, even in his current situation of waiting to die, the God of Death has not delegated the authority to perform the [Resurrection Spell], and it still requires a huge price to be paid.

The price is so high that even the gods cannot easily bear it - only the heroes and followers they love most can be resurrected by them personally.

Resurrection will always be the biggest problem in this world.

And now, everything before our eyes obviously involves the realm of the gods in this world.

It’s not a resurrection, but it’s like a resurrection!

A mere mortal, or even just a legendary dark elf, has already analyzed the power at the bottom level of the gods?

After listening to it, laymen will find it very difficult, like a fairy tale.

But experts will not find it simple either, and may even be more shocked than laymen.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The more it touches upon one's own profession, the more shocked people will be.

"..."

Herbert narrowed his eyes slightly and made a decision in his heart.

This matter must never be known to the outside world.

Once such a thing gets out, it will inevitably cause an uproar, and all races and forces will be moved by it.

After all, this may very well mean a brand new power that is enough to change the whole world.

And since she has already trespassed into the realm of gods without permission, from the perspective of gods, this is undoubtedly a blasphemy.

And what are the consequences of blasphemy?
Holy war.

The churches of gods will launch a holy war to maintain the authority of gods!
Just as they have done time and time again in the past.

Fight for the gods.

Whether it is the right thing to do is not important.

For believers, the gods are above everything else. They hear the oracles and they complete the tasks.

Eliminate the person who created the knowledge, completely block this blasphemous knowledge, and spread various stories to completely erase the history of his existence.

Although Herbert had confidence in the Archbishop's ability and felt that Super Old Deng had little chance of losing in his own base, he did not want to provoke any messy holy war.

The less trouble, the better.

What's more, what Herbert is really worried about is not just the Church of God...

If we really attract some idle gods, the situation will not be interesting.

Her extra-long silver hair fell to her heels, fluttering like a spider web in the windless environment, blocking a few secrets in front of her - but Herbert felt that this was really unnecessary.

What else are you blocking?
I have witnessed everything here with my own eyes. Now that things have come to this, what is there to stop?
It feels like a person has been dead for more than half a year and only then do we know to take rescue measures.

Now that things have come to this, there is really no need for this anymore!
The newborn dark elf had a delicate and slightly mysterious face, with his eyes tightly closed, waiting for the final awakening.

Although this body has a heartbeat and can breathe normally, it is just an empty shell and lacks the most important thing for a living being.

soul.

She still lacks the most important soul.

Only with a soul can she be truly "resurrected".

Without a soul…then she’s just a breathing mass of flesh.

After Herbert looked at it carefully for a while, he suddenly let out a light "exclamation" as if he realized something.

"Ok?"

His eyes swept across the empty face and finally fell on the chest, comparing it with the shape in his memory.

Oh!
After seeing the semicircular shape, Herbert's memory was completely revived and he recalled the scene he saw at the time.

"Is this... one of those idiots who tried to rescue you?"

At the beginning, one of the idiots who came to break the prison on the night of the blood moon was the legendary dark elf who eventually melted into Freyme's singing.

According to a joke she made when she was having her second year syndrome attack, the role she was assigned was the "good guy".

Oh, so there was one bone left at the end?

Sifanny nodded, raised her hand and gently stroked the "good guy's" cheek, whispering: "Yes, her name is Vilanmeya Moore, a distant relative of mine."

Herbert also took a step forward, and under Sfanny's speechless gaze, he raised his hand and pinched it - to a position that could pass the review.

"So, you are planning to use her as your clone? Using her identity as Vilanmaya to go with me to the dark region?"

What kind of operation is this?
Driving a "good guy" mecha?
"..."

Sfanny didn't answer at first. She lowered her head and stared at Herbert's fingers playing tricks on "Villanmaya's" belly button. She only nodded after he withdrew his fingers as if nothing had happened.
"Yes."

"That's exactly what I intended."

"I know all of Vilanmeya's interpersonal relationships, I also know her daily behavior, and I have seen some of her remaining memories. It is not difficult for me to play her."

"As the only 'survivor' among that group of losers, it was a very normal and reasonable thing for her to choose to surrender to Stella when she was at her wits' end."

They are just a group of losers who failed in the power struggle. Is there any dignity that they cannot give up?

Stop it.

Rather than continuing to run away endlessly, enduring endless pursuit and living in constant fear.

It would be better to admit the mistake decisively, give some benefits and apologize, maybe you can save your life after suffering torture.

"Oh? Is that so? In the current situation, will Vilanmaya really go back?"

Herbert thought that Sfanny's approach was a bit too simple.

He raised a question: "Even if she knew that Stina was already an evil and corrupted follower of the evil god, would it be the same? Wouldn't she be worried that she would be torn to pieces by Stella after returning?"

Go ahead to dangers?
Go back and die?

A plot-killing death?
"No, Sir Herbert, you obviously don't understand dark elves."

"Although Stella killed many of her people and ruled them in a brutal and harsh manner, those are just the views of other races."

Sifanny shook her head and said calmly: "Evil and depravity have never been derogatory terms for dark elves."

“It’s a very rare compliment.”

For beings in the realm of evil, there is no higher compliment than "You are more evil and depraved than I am!"

Good people need their praise, respect, gratitude... there are many things to consider, but bad people don't need to consider so many things.

All the wicked need is the fear of others.

Fear me, and then, surrender at my feet.

"If Vilanmeya really rebelled and killed her companions, she would definitely bring her spoils to see Stella in exchange for her own life."

Vilanmia is indeed a "good person". She does not have the bad habits of most dark elves, and her personality is not that cruel.

However, this is only true among the dark elves; their nature is the same as that of everyone else.

Herbert thought about it for a while, finally nodded, and asked another question: "What about her strength? Are you sure this clone can fully exert your strength?"

To put it bluntly, strength is the most important thing.

Although he found Eliza to be Herbert's bodyguard, when it really came time to launch a sneak attack on Stella, Sfanny would still be needed to help.

As for Herbert's doubts, Sfanny seemed very confident.

"Of course, I can use 100% of her strength and can fight any legend."

As she answered, "Villanmaya" opened her eyes and spoke at the same time as Sfannie.

The voice was a little awkward at first, but soon it became normal and there was nothing abnormal.

The two voices have different timbres, but their intonations are exactly the same, as if they have merged into one voice.

And soon, Sfanny's "real body" stopped talking, walked to the rattan chair, sat down, and slowly closed her eyes.

Her soul was completely transferred and her body became an empty shell.

"Besides, I chose her just to avoid exposing my whereabouts. She doesn't need to be too powerful."

"At the last critical moment, I have another method... Although I cannot reveal the details, please rest assured."

"Villanmaya" looked at Sifanny and said slowly: "Because I am taking the same risk as you."

Sfanni was vague about what the final killer weapon was and did not explain it completely.

But she made her point.

Her entire soul was transferred to the weak puppet, and if anything happened, she would not survive either.

Herbert thought about it for a moment, nodded slowly, and decided not to ask any more questions.

However, even though he already understood the hatred between the two sisters, Herbert couldn't help but sigh: "It can be seen that you really want to kill her."

In order to kill Stella, Sfannie really spared no effort and gave it her all.

In response, Sfanny just shook her head slightly, and then whispered slowly in a tone that Herbert couldn't understand: "Sir Herbert, this is the fate of the twins."

Fate?
Herbert raised his eyebrows, but finally did not dwell on this topic any further.

Take your time.

Regarding this pair of dark elves, the grudges and love-hate between them... I will definitely figure it out thoroughly before the end of this journey.

Just as Herbert was thinking about how to change the subject, Sfanny took the initiative to speak.

"Do you want to learn?"

"Ok?"

Herbert turned around in confusion and saw a very exciting scene.

"Villanmaya" put on the clothes that had been prepared long ago, and did not shy away from Herbert's gaze. She sat directly on the laboratory table and began to put on her clothes one by one.

But the problem is, the first thing she put on was not underwear...but white silk stockings with special patterns.

First, bend down and put the rolled socks on the soles of your feet, then straighten your long legs and lift the socks to the base of your thighs.

Perhaps Sfanny thought that she was just being generous to others and didn't care about Herbert's gaze at all.

"...Hiss." Herbert blinked, feeling a little confused.

No, ladies!

Who taught you to dress like this?!?
You're really too...

The corners of Herbert's mouth twitched, and he shook his head slightly. He shifted his gaze away from the forbidden area and clasped his hands together in determination towards the living Bodhisattva in front of him.

It is worthy of being called a “good guy” mecha, it is really a good guy!
Rich and generous.

And just as he lowered his head and clasped his hands together, Sfanny had already put on the stockings on the other leg and put on a long top similar to a white shirt.

"So, Sir Herbert, do you want to learn?"

"Ah?" Herbert blinked.

study?
What to study?
Do you want me to learn how to wear clothes without underwear?

"I mean the ability of [Flesh and Blood Clone], which is a spell I created myself."

Herbert realized what she meant, shook his head, and smiled: "Thanks, but still no."

Sifanyi was not surprised by his refusal and asked, "Are you worried that it will make you fall?"

She shook her head and said softly, "You may have noticed that this ability is quite blasphemous to the Church of God, but in my opinion, it is just a normal step that the research institute can achieve."

What blasphemy?
What steals God's authority?

It's all bullshit.

This is just part of the research.

It is no different from other research products.

"Ah, you misunderstood. I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I don't think it's blasphemous. I just simply don't like it."

Herbert curled his lips and shook his head in disgust: "I always feel that if I learn your craft, something bad will happen, so, thank you for your kindness, but it's still not necessary."

Sfanny was silent, staring carefully into Herbert's eyes.

In his frank gaze, she indeed did not detect any suspicion, it was just as he said - he was just not interested.

"Villanmaya" smiled, nodded to Herbert, and said softly: "Haha, it doesn't matter, as long as you want to learn, I can teach you anytime."

"As long as you need."

……

……

Dark area.

Theresa stared blankly at the magnificent building that suddenly appeared before her, and was a little confused for a moment.

In a trance, she heard the guards' malicious laughter.

"Cheer up! You bunch of trash! You are safe! Hahahaha!"

"Welcome to [Malagas Moore]!"

(End of this chapter)