Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 200 Miracles (25)
"..."

Herbert silently experienced it for a while, nodded, poured the prepared hot water on the bird, and skillfully plucked its feathers.

That’s it for now, let’s eat first.

We're going to die anyway, so we can't waste our time.

KunKun’s death cannot be in vain!

"All the fancy cuts are made for you, all the tonics are arranged for you~"

Herbert hummed a song and began to prepare skillfully.

Since Valentina couldn't wake up for the time being, he would have to enjoy it alone.

"Meeting in the belly~"

"Food is far from enough..."

Steve looked at the rotten flesh remaining on the fish head, estimated it, and shook his head heavily.

Although he had made up his mind to sacrifice himself to the unknown god, he still hesitated when the time came.

This is human nature. Once there is hope, decisions originally made in despair will become hesitant again.

Steven wanted to struggle one last time.

"Without fresh water, given my current condition, I can only hold out for three more days at most."

He tried to collect water, but the thick fog dissipated without leaving any dew.

As for the freshwater lake that swallowed his companions, Steven didn't dare to think about it at all.

The food was only enough to sustain him for three days, and he was already very weak, so he needed a lot of energy to repair himself.

Especially the wound on the wrist, although it had been simply treated and burned with a red-hot blade to barely stop the bleeding.

However, this is only a temporary solution and not a permanent one. The wound is still at risk of rupturing at any time and is even beginning to rot.

Or maybe his physique is strong enough, he hasn't had a fever yet, but if he starts to have a fever after becoming weak... then he might not even last three days.

The messenger of death followed him like a shadow.

A way out must be found.

But unfortunately, he didn't have a ship to escape from here now.

With his knowledge of wilderness survival, it was actually enough for him to build a wooden boat to escape.

But the trees here are too hard.

Steven tried to chop the tree, but the trunk was as hard as gold or iron, and there was no way he could cut it down in his current condition.

The branches used to start the fire were picked up from the ground.

It is obviously unrealistic to swim to the other side directly by physical body, as there are all kinds of dangerous creatures in the sea that can easily devour him.

He collected some broken branches around him and wanted to build himself an extremely simple shelter near the woodpile.

When he returned to the altar from the beach, he was stunned.

Because there is an extra building there!
A simple shelter that was exactly what he had imagined in his mind.

!!!

"This this……"

Steven was completely stunned by the building he was looking at.

He clearly remembered that when he left, there was absolutely no such building!
Moreover, this building was exactly what he had imagined.

Am I dreaming?

Is this a miracle?
Did the god hear my call?
This……

In addition to excitement and shock, Steven also felt fear.

What kind of existence can know what he is thinking and restore it in reality?
gods.

Only God can do this.

Steven is not a devout believer.

He did not have much respect for the gods, and only believed in the Sun God verbally. In his heart, he was not very interested in the gods, and felt that the miracles preached by the churches of the gods were just tricks to deceive believers.

But now he actually saw it with his own eyes.

miracle.

The miracle of creation out of thin air!
He knelt before the sanctuary, continually expressing his admiration.

He hoped extremely that the gods would respond to his prayers at this moment and give him guidance.

Whoever He is.

Whatever He wants to do with Himself.

Please show up!
But until the sun set and the Misty Mountains were shrouded in darkness again, Steven still hadn't received any instructions.

The unknown god ignored his prayers.

"..."

But this did not discourage Steven.

After witnessing the miracle with his own eyes, he now has a rather fanatical faith in the gods.

It’s definitely not that God cannot respond to me, but that He is unwilling to pay attention to me.

My faith is not strong enough!

To prove his piety, he dragged his injured body to the wooden stake and kept praying and giving thanks.

What Steven didn't notice was that while he continued to worship the wooden stake... in the darkness, there was a special being watching him.

Those indifferent and deep eyes penetrated the protection of the light of the Pure Land and silently watched Steven's every move.

It was a female grey centaur whose figure looked illusory and transparent.

She had a heroic face, and wore a simple leather armor on her upper body, a longbow on her back, and heavy battle armor on her lower body.

In addition, her four hooves were not on the ground at this moment, but floating in the air.

After a moment, she lowered her gaze to the wooden stake, staring at the remaining bloodstains, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.

What on earth is that…

Why is His breath emanating from above?
Is He back?

Or is it His new favorite?
So much time has passed, hasn't He completely disappeared yet?
He is back now and has announced it to the public with such fanfare. Does He want us to submit voluntarily?
Is it possible at this point?

"..."

The Centaur was thinking silently, when he suddenly felt a light mist floating behind him and vaguely heard some laughter from the past.

"Tsk, Wine of Oblivion...that guy is running around again."

She knew that the guy hiding in the lake had also come and had unruly trespassed into her territory.

He looked back somewhat unhappy, but said nothing and disappeared in an instant.

Forget it, let’s just wait and see.

Now only I and the Wine of Oblivion notice this aura... Don't act rashly for now.

Although His messenger entered his territory and domineeringly occupied a part of the area, it didn't matter.

Can be tolerated.

He would make a decision after those guys hiding in the depths noticed his presence.

She doesn't want to be the first one to speak out!

After the centaur left, the ground where she was standing slowly opened up, revealing an eggshell half a person's height.

Eggshell observed carefully for a while, then carefully crawled out of the ground.

A small hole was broken at the bottom of the eggshell, and a slender scaly tail stretched out from it, supporting the entire thing and driving it forward.

Eggshell looked at the wooden stake stained with Herbert's blood and Steven who was worshipping it before, and shook it up and down, seeming to be very satisfied with it.

(End of this chapter)