Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 533 Why Not Go It Yourself? (Bonus Chapter 293 for 6.2K Reads!)
"……hiss."

Fulingya sat on the core of the Holy Domain, hugging her knees, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of pale green hair.

Those usually calm, lake-like emerald eyes were now filled with confusion and struggle.

A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and grass, but it cannot dispel the gloom in my heart.

Fulingya is currently in a dilemma.

On the one hand, He truly did not know what reward to give Herbert.

On the other hand, they felt that the advice given by the goddess of winter was very unreliable.

He then pressed the goddess of winter for answers again, but received the same response.

"Flingya, my dear child."

The voice of Euphemia, the goddess of winter, with its languid and teasing tone, seemed to echo in my ears once more.

"For you, the gift that truly belongs to 'you,' rather than the natural pantheon, and that would satisfy that god-slayer, is actually quite simple..."

Euphemia's deliberately drawn-out tone and the glint in his icy blue eyes—a glint that Freya couldn't decipher, bordering on mischievousness—made him seem to understand.

"As the Queen of the Tree Spirits, don't you understand what the most 'precious' gift of the tree spirits is...?"

He understands.

But does that kind of thing... really make sense?
He doesn't understand!
She was just a young goddess who had only been "born" a thousand years ago and knew nothing about those things.

Since gaining self-awareness, Fulingya has taken on the heavy responsibility of the natural pantheon and has always lived in the sacred realm, which is isolated from the mortal world.

His world consists of pure natural laws, divine responsibilities, and devout believers and their families within the sanctuary.

The love, hate, passion, desires, and entanglements of the mortal world are, to Him, like something seen through a thin, hazy mist—distant and indistinct.

For so many years, this goddess of the forest has been diligently carrying out her duties without ever considering her own thoughts.

Therefore, He was quite hesitant about the method of "reward" mentioned by the Goddess of Winter.

Unconsciously, He began searching through His inherited memories for knowledge related to tree spirits, trying to find clues to understand the matter.

Tree spirit.

These are special magical creatures that live alongside trees. They are also known as the solaces of the forest, beautiful beings with wood-textured skin and emerald green eyes, whose laughter flows like a clear spring.

They are the spirits of the forest, the embodiment of vitality and tranquility.

As a type of "spirit" monster, tree spirits are similar to water spirits and flower spirits in that they draw life force from others.

From a certain perspective, succubi can also be considered a special kind of "spirit" demon.

Most tree spirits are kind-hearted, unlike the predatory water spirits and succubi, whose way of absorbing life force is more like an exchange.

Tree spirits do not forcibly deprive their spirits of their essence; rather, they do so through skin contact, usually by embracing or gently stroking the cheek, guiding the other person into a state of deep relaxation.

During this process, they will feel the warmth and joy of a gentle breeze, rather than the pain of drowning or the unrestrained senses of a succubus's dream.

The tree spirits only absorb a tiny amount of essence at a time, far less than the opponent's natural recovery rate, and it is unlikely to endanger their lives.

During this process, the tree spirit will obtain the essence from the other party, but at the same time it will also give the other party life force, enough to heal some minor injuries.

Of course, there are also some naturally evil tree spirits who like to suck their prey into a dried-up corpse; these things do exist.

But in most cases, they are kind creatures who prefer mutual benefit.

However, the existence of tree spirits is often given a different meaning in the eyes of ordinary people.

In some people's eyes, the existence of tree spirits is very precious in another sense.

They have the same lifespan as the ancient trees, good looks, and considerable strength.

For true powerhouses, this is simply the perfect plaything.

However, because tree spirits cannot survive for long without the tree they live in, slave traders in most cases cannot capture and sell them as ordinary prey.

Unfortunately, when there are enough benefits to drive them, those greedy people will do everything they can to achieve their goals.

They either treat tree spirits as novelty items for short-term consumption, completely disregarding their lives, and simply take them away from their host trees, letting them wither away day by day.

They might also provide special formations to delay this time, thereby increasing the value of the product.

Even worse, some would cut down a section of the tree they were parasitizing to simulate the environment when the tree was still alive.

Some truly powerful individuals would even transplant the tree spirit's companion tree into their own dwellings, turning them into a portable, permanent companion.

Speaking of this kind of thing, we have to mention a rather "legendary" profession.

Druid.

As is well known, the Druid Order is divided into numerous factions, such as the Beast Faction, the Plant Faction, the Beast Companion Faction, the Beast Partner Faction, the Plant Companion Faction, and the Plant Partner Faction, among others.

Since there are oddballs within them who frequently have relationships beyond friendship with animals, such as the "beast companion faction," there is naturally a corresponding branch called the "plant companion faction."

Yes, that part of the druid often has some rather friendly interactions with various plants.

Among them, tree spirits are a type they particularly favor, and a classic example to explain their sect's philosophy.

Because the tree spirit has an excellent appearance that conforms to the aesthetic standards that are generally understood by the outside world.

As for druids who have deep connections with giant cacti, highly poisonous chokeweeds, and slimy vines, their hobbies are difficult for outsiders to understand, even if they bring them up voluntarily.

So when others ask them what kind of beliefs their sect holds, they use tree spirits as an example, saying that they just like to have super-friendly connections with this kind of plant.

As for what kind of plants they will fall in love with... well, mind your own business.

Some tree spirits also grow tired of their symbiotic trees that have always been with them like father and mother, and prefer to interact with the outside world, or even actively distance themselves to go to places they have never been before.

Therefore, since ancient times, the stories of adventurers and tree spirits have never stopped.

As the Queen of Tree Spirits, Freya, being a deity, naturally transcends the realm of ordinary tree spirits and is not bound by such instincts.

However, just like any other tree spirit, it can still engage in a "two-way exchange" with its captured prey.

This means that if He so desires, He can initiate that kind of "exchange" on His own initiative.

The process might be more...efficient and profound than that of an ordinary tree spirit.

Imagine what it would be like to have divine life energy injected into a mortal's body.

As Euphemia said, this was a gift that was absolutely unimaginable to mortals.

From a mortal's perspective, such an experience is undoubtedly extremely precious and wonderful, a gift from the gods.

But for Him, who was not bound by instinct, the intimate acts that occurred during that process were tantamount to directly defiling His own purity.

No, the word "stain" might be a bit too strong.

Freya asked herself, and she didn't think that physical contact itself was unclean, but... this kind of intimacy, which was clearly intended as a "reward" and was almost sacrificial, made her feel that she had lost something.

This is more like a transaction than a genuine expression of emotion.

In the past, He never even considered allowing mortals to blaspheme Him; no one had the right or the fortune to do so.

If we must name such a person, it can only be His chosen partner.

The choice of this person has nothing to do with instinct or anything else; it simply requires that they be loved by Him.

But Freya has never fallen in love with anyone, nor has she ever had such a thought.

He never thought of finding a partner, never considered himself, and only wanted to keep the natural pantheon stable in his hands.

But now, the problem is right in front of us.

He wanted to reward Herbert, who had helped him greatly, but in order to express his sincerity, he could not do so as the "Lord of the Natural Pantheon," but had to express his gratitude as the personal person of Freya.

This means that He cannot use other resources from the natural pantheon, but can only offer His own.

But after thinking it over, it seems I really don't have anything good about myself.

What does He have?

His divine power? The divine office of the God of Sand and Stone?

Herbert probably wouldn't have thought much of it.

His treasures?

Most of those belong to the natural pantheon and do not represent "Flingya" personally.

Items made by His own hands?

It seems the portion is not enough...

After much thought, the path pointed out by the goddess of winter turned out to be the only option that met the criteria of being "personal," "precious," and "enough to move Herbert."

Kofulingya is still conflicted!
I always felt that the goddess of winter was pushing herself into a fire pit.

However, the Goddess of Winter, as His most trusted elder, had never harmed Him over the years, nor had she ever made a wrong choice.

"...Are you really not playing a trick on me this time?"

That goddess, who appears cold and ruthless to outsiders, is actually a lazy, easygoing person overflowing with maternal instincts, and occasionally reveals some unpredictable and quirky humor.

But looking back, when He had just taken over the pantheon of nature and was at a loss in the face of internal and external troubles, it was Euphemia who provided crucial support and advice, helping Him to stabilize the situation.

In many major decisions, the judgment of the goddess of winter has ultimately proven to be correct.

Given past precedents, Freya always hesitated when she wanted to reject the idea.

What if His advice is right?
If I do as He says, will it have a better effect?

Moreover, this persistence was a self-imposed requirement by Freya.

In the eyes of others, they may not care at all about this insistence of theirs.

Perhaps in the eyes of the goddess of winter, this is not a big deal at all, but just a deeper way of communicating between the gods and their chosen ones.

Indeed, in some pantheons, this kind of thing is quite common... ahem.

Perhaps the goddess of winter was unaware of this and had no ill intentions at all.

Although the goddess of winter has disappeared and is resolutely ignoring my messages, what if she is?
What if He is just temporarily unable to respond, or feels that I need to figure this out myself?
……

This chaotic and conflicting thought prevented Freya from making a complete decision.

He kept going back and forth between refusing and agreeing, unable to make a final decision, constantly caught in a dilemma.

He sometimes felt his cheeks burning, his heart racing as he imagined the possible intimate contact.

Sometimes, the thought of the possible consequences makes them uneasy and hesitant, and they can't help but want to scream in a low voice.

This intense emotional fluctuation was an experience He had never had in a thousand years, leaving Him feeling both unfamiliar and helpless.

But just as this thought was swirling in His mind, constantly tug at his own conscience, He suddenly sensed the approach of an unfamiliar presence. A deity had arrived outside the sacred realm of nature.

"Ok?"

This sudden interruption instantly jolted Fulingya out of her chaotic thoughts.

He immediately cast aside those chaotic thoughts, and instantly restrained all outward emotions, restoring the majesty and tranquility befitting a goddess of nature. However, a trace of confusion, which he could not completely conceal, lingered deep in his eyes.

The divine sense spread out like invisible ripples, cautiously touching the divine aura that lingered at the boundary of the sacred domain.

But soon, Fulingya saw the true form of that aura and her expression froze slightly.

Outside the Sacred Realm of Nature, a voluptuous woman with long, bright golden wavy hair smiled, waved at the avatar of Fulingya, winked, and blew a kiss.

"Hi~"

The woman wore a well-tailored, bright red dress that perfectly accentuated her alluring curves. Her bright and radiant smile exuded a sweet and passionate aura, which seemed somewhat out of place in the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere of the natural sanctuary.

But she didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, and waved vigorously and called out loudly as if she knew the place very well.

"Flingya~ let me in quickly~"

?

It wasn't because He didn't recognize the other person, but precisely because He recognized them, that He felt even more confused.

Hey, what's going on with you?
This is the incarnation of a goddess walking among mortals... and a very famous one at that.

This woman likes to call herself the "Ms. Philanthropist," claiming that she is not fickle, but just a little too philanthropic, and that she actually loves everyone deeply.

This is an incarnation often used by Bertha, the goddess of love and pleasure.

"How could it be Him? Why is He here?"

Fulingya was very puzzled, not understanding why He would take the initiative to visit her.
I had no close relationship with this god of love in the past, so His sudden visit was really unexpected.

However, looking at the goddess in front of her, who was known for her amorous nature and had left behind various romantic escapades in the mortal world, a thought flashed through Fulingya's mind.

Why don't we ask Him for advice?
He must know a lot about those things, right?

Bertha's romantic escapades were widely known among the gods, and her style of conduct was completely different from Freya's.

Perhaps, in His eyes, all my worries and struggles are nothing more than meaningless internal conflicts...

With a mindset of almost desperately trying anything, Fulingya decided to give it a shot.

At the very least, we could try to get some information from Cupid, or perhaps acquire some... theoretical knowledge?
Thinking this, Freya paused for a moment, and finally appeared before the God of Love, leading His incarnation into the Sanctuary.

"Welcome to the Sanctuary of Nature, Bertram."

Freya maintained basic manners, her voice calm and revealing little emotion.

His incarnation is depicted in a simple emerald green dress, a stark contrast to the red dress worn by the goddess of love.

He didn't ask any questions right away, but planned to find an opportunity to subtly ask Him for advice after figuring out the other party's purpose.

As a result, as soon as the two entered the sacred realm of nature, the first words spoken by the God of Love made Fulingya raise her eyebrows sharply.

The benevolent woman immediately said, "Oh dear, do you have any way to contact that god-slayer? They're very interested in him!"

Bertram's voice carried a natural charm and directness, and her eyes, which seemed to speak volumes, sparkled with undisguised curiosity and...interest.

Fulingya: ?

He stared blankly at the smiling blonde woman with long, wavy hair, his expression suddenly becoming quite interesting.

"……Um???"

Its emerald eyes widened slightly, filled with astonishment, disbelief, and a hint of wariness that even it itself didn't realize.

Herbert?
Was Cupid interested in Herbert?
Is it that kind of "interest"?

The naive goddess of the forest suddenly realized something.

Even if I were to ask, I absolutely couldn't tell this guy too much, or even reveal any specific details.

Because, for this scumbag goddess, such a thing is possible...

Why didn't He go up himself?

……

……

A sacred place of extreme ice.

The group, who had returned from the Frost Crystal Kingdom, had gone back to their respective residences.

In retrospect, although they did basically do nothing, they did successfully resolve the crisis and are heroes worthy of praise.

The atmosphere inside the holy site was relaxed and joyful. The relief of surviving the ordeal and the awe of the mysterious god-slayer became the main topics of conversation.

These people are telling their relatives and friends who are waiting here what they have seen and heard in the past few days.

In particular, they spoke of the god-slayer they had witnessed.

Beside him, the slow-moving cedar tree-man in the group shook himself, scattering the snow that had accumulated on the pine needles at the top of his tree, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Bertella should have met with Freya by now, right?"

The goddess of winter, who had bestowed her will upon this tree-man, thought leisurely, a smug smile creeping onto her lips.

"Haha~"

The goddess of love was naturally invited there, with the aim of giving Freya a jolt and a little push from behind.

"My innocent little Freya."

Yuffie murmured to herself, smiling as she imagined the current situation.

"Simply agonizing over it won't do any good. You need some external pressure. After seeing Bertram's interest in Herbert, can you still sit comfortably in the Sanctuary and continue to hesitate?"

As a caring elder, He was well aware of what Fluya was struggling with.

If it were any other time, and Freya had encountered other people, Euphemia would have definitely advised her to think things through more and not to make decisions lightly.

But the other party was Herbert.

He's Herbert, after all!
This is a legendary figure whom He personally witnessed growing rapidly; a true high-potential talent.

No, he might not even be considered a promising prospect anymore; he's a dazzling new star.

Although the gods already knew of Herbert's value, they may not yet be aware of its true worth.

The Goddess of Winter had a hunch that if Herbert were to grow up to be lucky, his future strength might far exceed everyone's imagination.

If Freya doesn't seize this opportunity to build a good relationship with him now, she will most likely regret it in the future.

This relationship is not merely a matter of personal feelings, but also has a strategic dimension.

A powerful ally closely connected to the pantheon of nature is of immeasurable value.

As a caring elder, I don't want to see my child miss such a precious opportunity.

Moreover, this arrangement is excellent for the entire pantheon of nature deities.

He understood Herbert's character, and if something had really happened between them, He would naturally extend that affection to the natural pantheon as well.

"Haha~"

The more the Goddess of Winter thought about it, the more she realized how incredibly thoughtful she was, practically worrying herself sick over her children.

Yes, He was always in control.

Regarding the events caused by the God of Sand and Stone, the Goddess of Winter, who governs the North, seems to have disappeared, allowing others to wreak havoc on her territory.

But in reality, the goddess of winter has been secretly controlling everything, and her shadow can be seen everywhere.

This includes the previous arrangement for the Arctic Holy Land to remain inactive, and the later arrangement for them to cooperate with Herbert's plan to go to Frost Crystal.

All of this was inseparable from His command and arrangement.

The entire Arctic Holy Land naturally held the goddess of winter's foresight in utter admiration.

In the beginning, some people in the Holy Land advocated war and felt they had to properly challenge the gods and assert their gods' sovereignty over the northern lands.

But before these people could make a sound, they were subdued by the Goddess of Winter and forced to wait obediently.

Later, they all became less optimistic about Herbert, feeling that he was too arrogant, that the trip was likely to end badly, and that he was not trustworthy.

However, they remained silent under the goddess's majesty and obediently followed her instructions.

And the result?

The god of sand and gravel who caused the trouble died a miserable death, while the underdog Herbert won a great victory.

Looking back, the goddess of winter's arrangement was indeed flawless.

This made those who had been dissatisfied with the goddess's arrangements feel extremely ashamed, realizing that they had dared to doubt the goddess's wisdom.

So while some people were recounting their experiences on this trip, others were constantly repenting.

One of the holy site members whispered a confession to his companion: "I now fully understand my folly. Although I have some wisdom, can I possibly be wiser than the goddess?"

"It is also lacking in power, not as strong as that god-slayer."

"But I will not give up. I will continue to work hard and one day become even stronger than that person!"

"After all, we are the goddess's faithful followers! If we can do it ourselves... why should we place our hopes on others?"

"Why don't I go myself? Why don't I take the initiative for the goddess..."

He does not mean that.

While they were still repenting and encouraging themselves, the goddess of winter, who was lamenting her own arrangements not far away, suddenly paused.

"……Um?"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving open a blind spot that He had never carefully considered before.

He blinked, as if suddenly realizing something, and fell into deep thought.

"..."

The cedar tree figure seemed to have completely lost its vitality, standing frozen in the wind and snow, with only its inner thoughts churning within.

The goddess of winter suddenly discovered that her seemingly perfect plan had a huge flaw that she herself had not anticipated.

After a long silence, He whispered in a strange tone:
"...Do it yourself?"

(End of this chapter)