Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 316 Fuck the tragedy! (4K plus 109)
When he first met Theresa, Herbert asked her an intriguing question.

——"If you really find out in the future that you can't change back to your original appearance, what will you do?"

In response to his doubts, the girl whispered weakly but firmly.

——"I would rather die than live as a monster."

Theresa didn't want to become a monster.

Therefore, being able to help her get rid of it is not only Herbert's choice, but also Theresa's choice.

That was why Herbert closed his eyes and let out a long breath after hearing "Theresa"'s answer.

He was relieved.

After the incarnation was destroyed, Theresa's body was directly taken over and controlled by evil desire.

All the previous conversations were disguises of the evil god trying to play with people's hearts!

Fortunately, it was He... who was able to make Herbert make up his mind.

Such hidden dangers must never be left behind.

Hidden dangers must be completely eliminated.

Although Nenasha despises the way that evil desires manipulate people's hearts, His ability to disguise is indeed outstanding.

If he allowed Him to hide by his side, Herbert would never be able to rest at ease.

"Cough cough!"

Teresa narrowed her eyes, stared at Herbert's eyes as if she saw a gem, and laughed sarcastically: "Mortal, you are more ruthless than I thought... You are worthy of being His favored one! Hahaha!"

Those eyes were as cruel as the sun.

The most just and fair, but also the most intolerant of any shadow and will not tolerate any evil.

The sun.

Oh, the sun that is gradually heading towards self-destruction!

You are bound to fall.

"Mortal... No, Herbert."

In the end, the God of Lust changed his tone. He no longer looked down upon the mortal in front of him with contempt, but called him by his name instead.

The mortal before him is indeed worthy of being remembered by Him, remembered by a god.

It made Him angry and also made Him greedy.

"You are destined to walk on a path that leads to destruction."

He gazed upon the mortals and whispered in the voice of the Ancients:

"I will always be watching you."

"Remember, every desire and every malice that arises in your heart will be sensed by me."

"I will wait for the moment when you are completely destroyed. When that time comes... I will invite you again."

"Herbert, you will definitely become mine."

Faced with the evil god's final invitation, Herbert lowered his eyes and did not make any response.

He simply stared at Theresa's body, and through the sword, he poured the holy power into her body bit by bit, destroying the foundation of the evil god's arrival.

"..."

Finally, the girl slowly closed her eyes amid the evil god's blasphemous words that sounded like crazy ravings.

Click.

A faint sound was heard, and the area covering the entire city dissipated.
The evil desire finally withdrew his gaze.

He left.

For a powerful and crazy evil god, he was defeated miserably this time and lost a lot of face.

When facing Herbert, He suffered a complete defeat.

Lost a legendary God-favored One, a crazy city, an epic incarnation, and a quasi-vessel cultivated with divine blood.

But fortunately, it wasn’t a complete defeat.

He managed to turn the tables in the end, leaving a terrible scar in the boy's heart.

A seed of desire was planted.

One day, the seed of depravity will take root and sprout, grow into a towering tree in his heart, and bear the most abundant fruits.

When the fruit is ripe, it is time for Him to come and pick it.

The cruel belief of the sun god is an extremely sharp double-edged sword. While hurting the enemy, it will also leave scars in his heart.

When the scars on your heart gradually accumulate, they will eventually break completely and can never be healed.

This process may take a long time, decades, or even hundreds of years...but it doesn't matter, He can wait.

There is no rush for evil desires.

The gods have a long time to wait.

Waiting for Herbert to grow up, waiting for him to go crazy step by step.

[“He has completely left.”]

"……Um."

After making sure that he could not sense any prying eyes, Herbert let out a long breath.

He lowered his head and saw the girl's body which was gradually turning cold.

It moved from her bloodless face and fell on her fingers.

Those were not the hands of a monster, but the hands of a country girl that had left rough marks from sewing and mending and washing clothes.

Then he saw the cloak the girl was wearing - it was the cloak he had taken off his own body and was worn by her preciously and carefully.

Although his body was covered with wounds, there was not a single stain of blood on his cloak.

Theresa was grateful to Herbert.

She was grateful that he had saved her and given her the opportunity to save his benefactor, and she was also grateful that he had not despised her appearance.

Finally, Herbert saw what the girl was hiding in her arms.

It was a book that was never abandoned no matter how fierce the battle or escape was.

It is not some precious secret book, nor does it contain any valuable spells. It is just a fairy tale picture book whose pages have long been torn apart.

Herbert raised his hand to wipe away the blood on the cover of the book and saw the original words.

The Knight and the Peasant Girl

A very ordinary, even somewhat boring, cliché story that can be found everywhere.

This is a story about an ordinary country girl who received help from a knight when she was in danger and eventually found love.

And now, both the village girl and the knight were soaked in blood.

"She is such an innocent child..."

Theresa, she has been waiting for her knight.

In the end, maybe she got what she wanted, or maybe she didn't.

Herbert put away the blood-stained picture book and placed it in the shadow at his feet.

Then, Herbert, who had been trying to keep a straight face, couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Stupid evil god!"

[“Eh? Are you talking about me?”]

"Tsk! Stop it."

[“Ah~haha~”]

Herbert rolled his eyes, ignored the God of Comedy who was bored and looking for trouble, and muttered as he pulled the blade out of Theresa's chest.

The blade was drawn, and the supported girl fell forward into Herbert's arms.

It looked like she was sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Holding the gradually cold body in his arms, Herbert couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Behind him, Quinna's weak and hoarse voice sounded.

"…Sir, can you hand her over to me?"

Blood was oozing from her fists, the corners of her mouth were bitten, and she exuded a decadent aura.

She did not blame Herbert for his ruthless behavior. As a member of the monastery, she did not have the position to do so, nor did she have the corresponding strength.

Quinna could only kneel before Herbert, lower her head, and plead humbly:
"I know the rules of the monastery, that heretics must be burned at the stake, but she saved me, and I want to bury her... Is that okay?"

Herbert stood up holding Theresa, turned to look at Quinna, and said calmly: "Give you the body? No."

The corners of his mouth curled up strangely, and he said casually: "The person is not dead yet, where did the body come from?"

Quinna raised her head after hearing the first sentence and begged, "Sir! She's dead! Why can't we even take away her corpse...eh?"

She blinked and looked in a daze at Herbert's increasingly tense expression.

"You... No! What did you just say?"

This, what does this mean?
"Didn't you hear it? Never mind if you didn't hear it. You can watch it directly later."

Herbert held the girl in his arms, put the snake's tail on his shoulders, and walked towards the ruined bell tower.

As he walked, he muttered, "That stupid evil god thought the outcome was decided and left after thinking he had won."

"He must feel great after winning so big, and he might even hum softly..."

"But, who said that if the body is broken and there is no soul, then one will definitely die?"

Quinna: ???

This, won’t this kill me?
After his lustful gaze was withdrawn, Herbert finally no longer had to pretend to be sad and angry.

"Nenasha, is your soul intact?"

Miss Harmony God answered easily and said proudly: [“Of course~ Don’t underestimate me!”]

[“Hehe~ I sucked her soul in without any damage at all!”]

"Very good, praise you!"

Why did Herbert take matters into his own hands?

Why did he have to kill Theresa himself?

Is he really that hard-hearted?
No.

Because, if he hadn't taken action, Theresa would have really died!
Only if he takes action can Nenasha take advantage of the opportunity to snatch Theresa's soul.

Only Herbert's best performance could deceive the cunning and suspicious evil god!
No one else can.

Evil desire will notice the clues, and then the whole plan will completely collapse.

That's not okay.

As for the damage to the body...

Herbert turned his head and smiled and nodded at Sfanny who was relieved, and asked: "Sfanny, can such an injury be saved? Can you do it?"

It's not a serious injury.

That is, his heart was shattered by the sword, his body's magic circuits were destroyed by the holy power, and he had multiple fractures all over his body.

Well, this kind of injury is just a minor injury for a master who manipulates flesh and blood.

Sifannie looked at Herbert's relaxed look, nodded easily, and said softly: "I will try my best."

Although she had a vague guess in her mind before, she finally felt relieved until it was confirmed.

Herbert was still the arrogant but soft-hearted boy she was familiar with.

"It's not about trying your best, it's about doing it."

Herbert corrected her, not thinking she would fail at all, and chuckled, "I don't like stories to end in tragedy. I hate it the most."

What kind of tragedy is profound, what kind of brokenness is the best, and what kind of only crotch literature is the most real...

It's all fucking bullshit!

Who on earth likes that kind of shitty development?!

Fuck tragedy!!!

Sfanny laughed, her eyes swept across the traces of Stella's past existence, and then she looked away.

"Well, don't worry, I will definitely do it."

My story with her ended in tragedy, but my story with him...it certainly won't end in tragedy.

Herbert nodded and turned to look at the vampire lady who had a weird expression and a twitching nose.

"Eliza."

"Ahem... hm?"

Eliza sniffed, coughed, and looked at Herbert as if nothing had happened.

Although he said he didn't care, he had no hesitation in taking action and could help Herbert.

However, when she actually saw that the lovely little girl was able to survive, she was still deeply moved.

Eliza has a similar persistence in not wanting to become a monster.

Instead of teasing her, Herbert gave her a task.

"Seal off the city. Don't let anyone leave until I come back. Can you do it?"

He was busy resurrecting Theresa and had no time to take care of others, but that didn't mean Herbert would let them go.

These people have received my kindness and were lucky enough to survive thanks to me, and now they want to just walk away like this... This is totally unacceptable, right?
Eliza raised her eyebrows, licked her lips eagerly, and asked, "Just stop him?"

"Yes, no one is allowed to leave."

Miss Vampire's expression became more and more excited. She took a deep breath, and the scarlet in her eyes became even brighter. "Then, what if someone wants to resist? Can I do it?"

Herbert gave her a strange look and said in confusion, "Do I need to teach you this? It must be done by hand!"

"Haha! No problem!" Eliza jumped up in two or three steps, stretched out her huge bat wings with her hands behind her back, and flew high into the sky.

Returning to the sky, she reached out with her right hand, held up an umbrella made of blood, and floated it above the city.

Looking down from a high place, he watched the movements of those survivors.

Who wants to leave?
Stand up quickly!
I want to have a good fight with you!
Eliza has been feeling aggrieved for a long time.

I had a very bad experience fighting the dragon and the Necromancer before, and could only play a supporting role.

When dealing with Stella, I just padded through the whole process and watched Herbert and Sfanny perform.

Not to mention facing the incarnation of the evil god, he was completely suppressed by his allies and was burned by the light...

Now, I finally found a chance to vent.

Come and fight!

However, Eliza is afraid that she will be disappointed again this time.

After witnessing Herbert's terrible battle against the evil god, and the scene of his cruel treatment of friendly forces in the battle (referring to the stabbing to death of Theresa with a sword)... these people did not dare to act rashly.

They didn't know the inside story, didn't know Herbert's true strength, and didn't know that Theresa was not dead.

For these witnesses, the story from their perspective is completely different.

The evil god's followers planned a conspiracy, tried to sacrifice everyone, and were killed in seconds.

The incarnation of the evil god arrived, the sun set, and then was killed in an instant.

In their eyes, Herbert's current image is that of a ruthless paladin who can almost be regarded as the embodiment of justice.

That guy didn't even let go of the children who were corrupted by the evil god!
How could we be lenient towards them?

I am so scared, just be quiet and wait...

And their obedience made Eliza feel quite depressed.

"Where are the people!?"

She floated high in the sky, shouting, "Everyone come out!"

"Don't hide and keep silent, come out now, ahhhhhh!"

(End of this chapter)