Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 49 The other side of being cool is...

In the deepest part of darkness, where outsiders have no way of knowing, there is such a space.

It is filled with stitched monsters, twisted limbs, and deformed flesh.

In this space that can only be described as decadent, corrupt, and evil, two figures that are out of tune with the surrounding scene are strolling leisurely.

If someone saw this scene, they would definitely feel it was unreal.

The white-haired boy with a gentle smile was faintly covered with a layer of white gauze-like glow, and no blasphemous things could get close to his body.

The corrupt mist automatically spread to both sides in front of him, and the filthy black blood automatically avoided him after his feet fell, and returned to its original state after he passed.

The dark elves, on the other hand, are another feeling.

She was clearly the instigator of all this, but her existence itself was incompatible with this place.

This feeling is very strange.

Extreme purity.

There is even a feeling of transcendence.

However, those creatures could not leave any trace on her.

She was completely defenseless as she walked straight through the fog, stepped barefoot over the corpses, and stepped into the pool of blood - without being stained at all.

The corrosive mist couldn't destroy her skin, just like ordinary water mist.

His bare feet stepped directly on the rotten flesh mixed with broken bones, but there was no blood or minced meat left on his tender soles.

Get out of the mud without dyeing, licking and not demon.

Just like a white lotus...well, a black lotus.

Correct.

It looked like a lotus born from deformed flesh and blood.

Although they were in a horrific scene that could be described as hell on earth, the two people present seemed very calm.

They talked calmly, oblivious to everything around them.

"You're different than most humans I've met."

"Most humans regard me as an evil monster. Even the mages regard me as an extreme lunatic after knowing the content of my research."

Sifanny walked in front and led the way, saying with emotion: "No, not just humans, you are different from everyone I have ever met."

"Even in the Twilight Zone, most dark creatures regard me as a terrifying existence."

"Even within my family, those guys who usually enjoy abusing others can't understand my thoughts. They just regard my research as a ritual to please the evil god."

laugh!
The Dark Elf Archmage sneered disdainfully: "This idea is so stupid that I don't even bother to explain it to them."

“No matter who it is, even those who superficially agree with me, they fundamentally cannot understand my research.”

"I spent money to buy these materials. Even if I didn't buy them, someone else would, and they would organize adventurers to hunt them. Why do you think I'm evil?"

"Because I'm a dark elf?"

Sifanny's expression was slightly cold, and she snorted lightly:
"I see."

"My approach and ideas are destined not to be accepted and understood by too many people, and I don't care what they think."

“I don’t even need their approval.”

"I do not need!"

Perhaps it was because she hadn't communicated with others for a long time, or perhaps it was because Herbert's attitude touched Sfannie a little.

This autistic wizard who had always shown an attitude of resistance to communication was unexpectedly talkative at this moment and talked to himself for a long time.

Herbert played the role of a good listener at this moment. He listened to her quietly and gave some responses from time to time to guide her to continue talking.

"Yeah, I understand you. The road to knowledge is always lonely."

“It is the fate of genius not to be understood.”

"As long as you understand it clearly in your heart, why do you need others' approval?" Well, just drink a lot of chicken soup.

Herbert could see that the great wizard was not as cold and aloof as he appeared to be.

Does Sfanni really “not care about other people’s opinions” as she says?

The answer is of course no.

If Sfannie really didn't care, there would be no need to mention it over and over again.

Man, that's it.

The more you care about something in your heart, the more you want to pretend that you don't care on the surface.

In this way, even if you don’t get it in the end, you can pretend to be relaxed and say: “I don’t really care about this at all.”

There is an immense passion for research in Sfanny's heart, but she has always been denied and hostile by others.

Her long-term experiences made her a little autistic. She secretly hid her passion and was unwilling to tell or share it with others.

My appearance and the understanding attitude I showed gave Sfanni a chance to vent.

It's like adding a handful of dry firewood to a dying bonfire and then throwing a bucket of gasoline on it.

Flames erupted with a loud bang!
It's getting out of control.

Herbert looked at Sfanny's profile and nodded secretly.

Although the face is equally cold, the original body's expression is much richer than the incarnation's, and the ups and downs of emotions can be seen from the subtle details.

The cool lotus?

This is clearly a ball of fire wrapped in paper.

"No one has ever recognized my research the first time we met like you did before..."

Sfanni talked for a long time, and her excited emotions gradually calmed down. She stopped and turned her head to look at the boy next to her.

"..."

She seemed to realize what she had just done. She was silent for a long time before continuing, "Sir Herbert, thank you for listening to me for so long."

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing."

Herbert chuckled and shook his head, saying sincerely, "Sir Sfanny, you really don't have to thank me. I am also very interested in your past."

Even without mentioning the attempt to conquer Sfanny, Herbert himself was full of curiosity about this dark elf.

He really wanted to know what kind of experience would lead her to this rather extreme and bloody path.

If there are people who believe that flesh and blood are weak and can only ascend through machinery, then Svani is their extreme opponent.

She firmly believed that as long as her body continued to break through, it would be able to surpass its original limits and reach a level comparable to that of a god.

Yes.

This fallen elf, forbidden scholar, and shadow wizard in the eyes of outsiders are not that complicated at all in Herbert's eyes.

Don't talk so much.

To put it bluntly, isn't he just an expert in body training...

Isn't it reasonable for a great wizard, with an indestructible body, to also know some boxing and kicking techniques?
reasonable.

It’s so reasonable!
After chatting for a long time, Herbert felt that his relationship with Sfanny had successfully dropped from "hostility" to "more than neutral, but less than friendly."

"By the way, Master Sfanny, there is something I want to discuss with you."

So, when the time was almost right, Herbert took the initiative to put forward his request:

"Regarding their desire to help you escape from prison, can you agree to this?"

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Sfanny: Huh?
(End of this chapter)