Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 321 "The Book of Hate" (6K please subscribe!!!)
In a secret cave not far from the city of Malagas, Herbert passed through a layer of camouflaged mycelium film and came to the hiding place of the mushroom merchant.

"Oh?"

Herbert raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the special mushroom-man, which was enlarged in proportion and stood at a full three and a half meters tall, with a sense of both hugeness and slenderness.

This feeling... yes, I've entered the BOSS room!

There seems to be an exciting BGM ringing in my ears!

It seemed like I saw the super long health bar and title above the mushroom man’s head!
[Legendary level Lord BOSS, Shadow Fungus Chamber of Commerce Master, Miser Shadow Fungus]

It turned out that Misser's real body was much stronger than her puppet clone, and the dangerous aura emanating from her was almost the same as that of Eliza who was giving her all.

This is also a legendary monster girl!
And now, Herbert was alone, facing this dangerous and angry monster.

The rules of the underworld - one-on-one combat!
Eliza and Sfanny were deliberately left in Malagas by Herbert, leading the group of gray dwarf slaves who "voluntarily recognized" their identities, and commanding them to pack the most valuable wealth for the entire city-state.

Unrefined mineral resources, tons of smelted metal ingots, ancient forbidden books, forged fine weapons...

Although most of these things were consumed by Stella in the ceremony, only a pitiful small portion was left.

But even if it is just that small part, it is enough to drive a poor legendary professional crazy!
Herbert's biggest substantial gain this time was these riches.

Such an important matter should naturally be handed over to the two trusted monster girls.

As for the gray dwarves... they are quiet laborers and nuclear-powered electric donkeys that do not need to be charged.

very useful.

Although these guys are freed slaves and work as blacksmiths in the Moore family all day long, it does not mean that they are completely harmless and innocent.

These guys were also part of the evil camp, and none of them were spared after Herbert randomly detected evil.

He was not a madman who was extremely evil, but he was also a petty thief and a dishonest person. He must have done a lot of bad things before he was captured.

These inherently evil dwarves love to wear many metal trinkets on their bodies, and if they don't find what they want...

Then they will "take" from others without any burden, and it is self-evident what will happen in the process.

There are many ways to deal with this group of dishonest but not that dangerous guys.

Sfanny didn't give Herbert any time to think, and took the initiative to sign a new slave contract with the gray dwarves as the "new great mistress".

The Moore family was completely destroyed and the city was shattered, but their bloodline was not completely annihilated—Sfanni, she was also a dark elf with Moore's blood flowing in her blood!
So, whether Sfanny accepted it or not, she naturally became the new matriarch of the Moore clan.

The forced slave contract was indeed powerful, but what was even more eye-catching was the reaction of the gray dwarves.

After receiving the news that they were going to be enslaved again, their first reaction was not anger, but cheering secretly.

The speed at which these gray dwarves knelt and acknowledged their master was truly astonishing. One could only say that after hundreds of years of torture, they had deeply understood the profound truth that "a man of insight becomes a hero."

They had been tortured by the Moore family for too long, and obeying orders had become an instinct in their bones.

After the disappearance of the Moore family, they relied on their subjective initiative to find a new thigh - and a strong new thigh that would not easily torture or humiliate them!
The angel who was as powerful as the sun.

Although many of them have never left the dark area to see the real sun in their lives, they also know how terrifying that dazzling existence is.

With the protection of this adult, I think no one else will bully them anymore!
The gray dwarves couldn't help but cheer excitedly, calling out what they thought was the name.

"Son of the Sun! Son of the Sun! Son of the Sun!"

\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/.GIF
Although there were many flaws in that scene, it reminded Herbert of a legendary custom server in his previous life - the general riding a white horse.

But Herbert finally did not take the initiative to explain that he was not the "Son of the Sun" or the "Son of the Beach", and acquiesced to the fanatical worship of the gray dwarves.

There are many ways to control the gray dwarves. Besides using violent force to suppress them, the second part is to use awe.

To be precise, it is to become that powerful being that they both respect and fear.

Just as a green-skinned big brother will automatically be born among a group of green-skinned boys, there will be a leader among the gray dwarves to lead the tribe forward.

The gray dwarves originally wanted Herbert to become the "big brother", but this plan was directly denied by him.

Unless Herbert was crazy, why would he be the big brother of this group of guys?

With Herbert's signal and help, the youngest and strongest tall gray dwarf (1.5 meters tall) became the "new chief" of their tribe and received generous rewards from the Son of the Sun.

Possess the qualifications to command and manage other members of the same clan.

Anyway, these guys have to have a leader who is in charge. Instead of letting them fight each other, it’s better for me to do the work behind the scenes.

In fact, Herbert is actually making an infinitely simplified version of the "divine right of kings".

The rest of the tribe were common people, the new patriarch was the Patriarch, and Herbert took the place of the god.

It was God who delegated power to the Patriarch.

Herbert's operation was based on the practices of other divine churches.

Even if the Patriarch did something evil, the final accountability would only go this far.

The gods gave him the power, and if he accidentally caused problems later, it would have nothing to do with the gods.

Want to hold God accountable?

It can't be done.

Gods are high above, separate from mortals.

Those bad things are the fault of the patriarchs. If you keep asking, that would be really rude!

With this relationship, plus the slave contracts that Svani had signed for them, there was no need to worry about these gray dwarves, who would become dedicated laborers.

As a terrifying being with "legendary strength and the ability to unleash epic power when necessary", Herbert would not be accompanied by a group of bodyguards wherever he goes - this does not fit the character of a strong man.

And Herbert didn't think that Miser would really attack him.

She didn't dare.

Finally, Herbert arrived here safely and alone in Misser's mushroom carriage.

Miser had noticed the problems with the ritual for a while, and took the initiative to move his body from deeper underground to the surface, hiding there, ready to wait for the end of the ritual to snatch the person (puppet).

This meant that Herbert's car journey did not last too long and he did not have to worry about strange mushrooms growing on his body.

After staring at Miser's real body for a while in a space where various mushrooms of different sizes grew, the two once again confirmed that the other had no hostility.

"hehe."

Herbert nodded, smiled warmly, and said, "Miss Misser, we finally meet."

"I am really happy that I can meet you smoothly without being affected by others."

Compared to Herbert's false enthusiasm, the oppressed Misser had a hard expression and said slowly: "Yes, it's a pity. I didn't expect such a meeting."

The mushroom merchant looked at Herbert, spoke sarcastically, and retracted the charming spores that were emitted in secret.

This spore is harmless and non-toxic. Its only effect is to make people feel restless and cause slight changes in their attitude.

After confirming that Herbert could even ignore the charm, she thought of another possibility.

Is it possible that a being with such amazing talent will appear again?

She didn't want to see such a result, so she snorted and changed the subject.

"Ah."

He waved his hand behind him, and a huge mushroom split open, spitting out the unconscious person inside.

"Well, that's the person I'm talking about. Do you know him?"

Herbert squinted his eyes and glanced at the slightly rising and falling chest. After confirming that the other party was still alive, he relaxed his vigilance a lot.

"Yes, I know him. I know him very well."

He was also quite insightful at this moment, smacking his lips and saying, "Well, although I am embarrassed to admit it, he is indeed my nominal subordinate."

Not the other lucky guy, but Cyril, who has been lucky since he met me.

Why is he so unlucky?
Herbert was really beginning to doubt.

Why is this child so scared? Is there something haunted in me?

...Well, if the split soul of a god can be regarded as the incomplete soul of a female ghost, then it does exist.

He bumped into me when he was speaking at a monastery, got spotted by a gay man when he was pretending to be a slave, and finally fainted on the side of the road...

Not to mention the distance, if he hadn't been picked up by a kind-hearted mushroom man passing by, he would have been eaten to death by the creatures in the dark area if he hadn't been handled properly.

Herbert looked at Cyril who was sleeping with a painful expression and shook his head slightly: "I still envy this ability to fall asleep anytime and anywhere. It's really convenient."

But just as Herbert was about to say a few words and let Misser wake him up, he caught a glimpse of a corner of Cyril's chest out of the corner of his eye.

"Hmm? This is... a manual?"

He didn't do anything, just a glance, and Mise consciously urged the spore silk fabric on the ground to pull it out, lift it up, and send it in front of Herbert.

"Ok?"

Herbert looked at Misser unexpectedly, and found her duplicity quite amusing.

Although he did not officially acknowledge himself as Herbert's subordinate, Misser did not refuse to provide some free help.

Oh no, she really can do it.

It can be seen that this lady really wants to improve herself.

Looking at the book in his hand again, it was a booklet covered with tanned cowhide, with an angular foreign script engraved on the cover.

“…What is this?”

"Ok?"

Miser took a quick look and was also a little surprised, and explained:

"This is the magical language used by dwarves when enchanting forged weapons. If translated into Common Language... it would probably mean 'hatred'? 'hatred'?"

"Why would he carve magical words on this ordinary book cover?"

The mushroom merchant had never seen this kind of operation, but Herbert thought of an explanation - this was a little notebook for remembering grudges.

Dwarves are a rather proud race.

If they feel they have been offended, whether real or imagined, they will strike back immediately and will not forget it years later.

They would even record such grudges in their book of hatred so that their descendants could avenge them.

"So, this is Cyril's book of hatred?" Herbert looked at Cyril and laughed secretly.

Ah.

You, you still say you don't have dwarven blood? The dwarf's book of hatred has been published, the evidence is irrefutable!
You must be a dwarf half-blood!

Herbert was not surprised by this discovery. Rather, he felt it was somewhat natural.

Looking back at Cyril’s battle record, he basically awakened stronger powers under extreme anger - anger was an important opportunity for him to become stronger.

Combined with his height, beard and other features, it is almost certain that he is related to the dwarves.

Even if they are not mixed-bloods from previous generations, their bloodline has been partially revived and some of their power talents have been awakened.

In the human world, the situation of mixed-race people is rather awkward, but over a long period of time, there have always been many mixed-race descendants due to various factors.

Most of their monster bloodlines are already very thin and may never be activated in their lifetime.

Just like Theresa, before her monster bloodline was activated, she was just an ordinary country girl and there was nothing wrong with her.

The same goes for Cyril. This low-degree mixed-race that doesn't even change appearance doesn't suffer much criticism.

Although Herbert couldn't say he liked Cyril because of his previous behavior, he didn't have much ill will towards him either.

I even find Cyril's naivety a little interesting.

"Book of Hate? What is that?" Miser leaned down and pressed his huge body on Herbert's head.

He glanced upwards at the pair of giant mushrooms and nodded secretly: Sure enough, big means justice.

"Nothing, it's just one of his notes."

Herbert had no interest in deliberately peeping into other people's privacy - at least not actively looking at men.

"Let's not go and have a look at it, there's nothing worth studying... huh?" But just as Herbert was about to put "Cyril's Book of Hatred" back, his eyelids suddenly twitched slightly.

While flipping through the pages inadvertently, Herbert saw the inner pages and the distorted words stained with blood.

"Father, I'm sorry..."

Herbert's eyes moved slightly, and he stopped putting it back.

Wait, isn’t this a book of hate?
"..."

Herbert hesitated for only a moment, then straightened up and slowly turned the first page of the booklet.

"Sir Herbert? Didn't you say you didn't want to watch it anymore?" Miser glanced at the Paladin who didn't keep his word and felt that this guy was getting weirder and weirder.

When there was no one else around, his movements became younger, as if he had taken off a layer of disguise.

Herbert ignored the hidden sarcasm in her words and spoke nonsense calmly:

"I just said that I didn't 'go' to see it on purpose, but now that I have seen it by chance, maybe it is fate guiding me in secret."

Guidance of fate?
No, I was just curious.

He wanted to know what kind of story Cyril's book of hatred told.

"What destiny? It's up to you to decide..." Miser complained, but also came forward on his own initiative.

As an experienced businessman, even she had never heard of the Book of Hate and was very curious about its contents.

Then, both of them looked at the content of the text at the same time.

……

……

Today, my father hit me with a quenching tong.

The severe pain from my back made me hold on to the ground tightly, and my fingers were rubbed raw by the ground.

But I gritted my teeth and didn't shed a single tear.

My father was "punishing" me.

Because I lost a piece of wrought iron.

Because of my mistake, all my father and brother's efforts over the past half month have been in vain.

Later, my father tiredly dropped the quenching tongs and slumped to the ground.

The brother at the side said nothing, but quietly added mineral powder and iron filings into the furnace, trying to find time to forge a new product.

At this moment, I felt angry.

I hate it.

I hated my father's anger because he didn't listen to my explanation.

I also hate my brother for acknowledging that it was me who was tolerant.

I also hate the thief who stole the wrought iron.

And, I hate the nobles who oppressed us and sucked the blood from my father and his family the most!!!
(At the end of this paragraph, four names were written in distorted handwriting: [Father], [Brother], [Thief], and [Noble].)
……

……

Today, my brother broke my wooden sword and handed my father's hammer to me.

He said swords were for nobles, and for us blacksmiths, hammers were our weapons.

Six days ago, my father died of exhaustion.

A strong man who could lift a hammer ten thousand times a day died of exhaustion on the forging table.

After we gave everything to that vile family, they showed no gratitude.

They were not even willing to help with a single copper coin!

Not only did they dump my father's body into the forest, but they also asked us to continue to hand in the required iron ingots! ?

If my brother and I hadn’t carried my father back, he would have been eaten by wild dogs.

They, they, they!!!

I hate it so much!
I hate it!!!
We agreed to bury our father tomorrow and then leave here.

Get away from here!

We both will survive.

We will definitely survive!!!

([Names of all members of the noble family])
……

……

My brother...is dead.

On the seventh day after his father's death, he also fell into the fire.

Father, I'm sorry...

They, they...

I hate it.

I want to kill them!
(This page has no name.)
……

……

I killed them...

Haha.

I killed them all!!!

(The mottled tear marks were mixed with dark red bloody handprints.)
……

……

"hiss!"

These three short sentences caused Miser's body, who was looking at this place, to tremble slightly, and a lot of spores were shaken off.

rustling...

The mushroom merchant was really shocked this time. She didn't expect that she would have such a big reaction.

The other party is just a high-level warrior, and these records were even written down many years ago.

But after reading those words, she actually felt an astonishing murderous aura, as if blood was constantly flowing through the words.

She didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary short and stocky boy could exude such a dangerous aura.

"..." Herbert's reaction was much stronger than Miser's.

Because he knew Cyril's story in advance, he was not shocked. He just sighed softly and felt sorry for his tragic fate.

For Cyril and his two sons, they did nothing wrong, but they still could not escape the fate of death.

It is never just wild beasts that eat people.

Humans are the monsters that eat the most people.

After an unknown amount of time, Cyril's notes became much calmer.

He recorded many things in a normal tone.

Verbal conflicts with friends, dissatisfaction with the Paladin mentor, complaints against competitors... He wrote down all these things in his little notebook.

But no more names were written down.

“…” Herbert flipped through the pages for a while and went straight to the second to last page of the most recent records.

He wondered what Cyril thought of that?

……

……

Today, I did something wrong.

I lost control of my anger and started judging people behind their backs whom I didn't even know.

And it was a malicious comment... This is a very despicable behavior.

Although I still think he is not a qualified team leader, I will no longer deny his arrangements.

Hopefully, one day I’ll be able to muster up the courage to formally apologize to him.

...Let's wait for a while. It's too embarrassing to talk about it now.

(At the end of this paragraph, a name was written forcefully——)
(【Cyrillic】)
……

"The name you wrote down was actually your own name?"

Herbert looked at the name and was somewhat surprised at Cyril's calmness.

This young boy was not resenting others, but himself.

Do you really resent your own immaturity for causing stupid things?
"He has also matured a lot and is no longer easily dominated by anger."

Herbert sighed and turned to the next page out of habit.

Last page:
……

No, no!
How dare he touch my butt!
He even put his arm around my waist!
Do not!
I'm not clean anymore!
I'm not clean anymore!!!
Ah ah ah ah ah!
Kill kill kill!

I'm going to kill them all!

all!!!
……

"Ok?"

Miser looked at the last page of Cyril's broken defense and asked curiously, "What happened to him? Did something happen to him? Why is he so angry?"

"do not know."

Herbert, who was too lazy to explain, shook his head without even thinking about it and said casually, "Maybe someone attacked him from behind?"

It would not be wrong to say so.

Just after reading the last page of notes, Herbert suddenly raised his eyebrows, changed direction, and opened the last page of the entire book of hatred.

Then, he froze.

"Sure enough, it is like this..."

The entire last page was densely filled with names, one layer upon another.

Inks of different colors, some painted with blood, and some carved with a dagger.

All with the same name.

After successfully taking revenge, Cyril did not feel joy and peace, but more remorse and anger.

Cyril hated that man.

Hate everything about him.

Hate his powerlessness, incompetence, lack of strength, and lack of determination... The book of hatred is filled with a name that can never be forgotten.

【Cyril】【Cyril】【Cyril】【Cyril】【Cyril】……

It's all his own name.

The person Cyril hates the most has always been himself!

(End of this chapter)