Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 437 "Diary of Mass Production of Kemono-chan"

[Research Log - Day 1]

"Today, I was kicked out again by those self-proclaimed noble kin."

"(A vulgar elf slang term)!"

"They looked at me like I was something filthy, and muttered things like 'freak' and 'blasphemy'...tsk."

"I'm not angry, really, I'm not angry at all."

"They're just a bunch of idiots. I don't need to get angry with them, really not... tsk!"

"(Extreme elf profanity)!!!"

bang.

The person speaking seemed to have thrown something out of their hand, and it's unclear what it hit; a shattering sound came from afar.

"Why?!"

"I just want to ask, why?!"

"Just because I like animals, and I like cute creatures with furry ears and tails?"

"We are elves, messengers of nature. I'm just getting close to nature, what's wrong with that? Is there a problem?"

"The so-called 'nobility' and 'purity' of the elves are nothing but an excuse for their stagnation!"

“They also told me things like, ‘Elvis! Your idea is wrong! You’ll kill a lot of people!’ and ‘Because of your madness, the Royal Court won’t give you any financial support!’... Tsk!”

"By the Lord of Nature! These guys are all talking nonsense!"

"You fucking dare to study even gods, trying to understand the workings of divine power, and now, I'm just researching the possibility of 'animal transformation,' and you accuse me of blasphemy?!"

"I just hope to give them more possibilities beyond just giving them a spiritual quality!"

Compared to you, am I really that unreasonable?

"(A frenzied elf curse)!"

"You bunch of tasteless bastards! You really don't understand anything!"

"You all don't understand me! You—"

rustling...

Herbert's recording was interrupted for a moment by a slightly jarring noise.

I don't know if it's because there was a problem during recording, or because it's been damaged for a long time.

But soon, the voice came back on.

"...Forget it, it's not worth getting angry with a bunch of tasteless guys."

"You're unwilling to give me funding, aren't you? You don't want to give me any support, are you? And you're going to laugh at me, aren't you?"

"it is good!"

"I will do it myself!"

"I, Archmage Elvis Sothorin, Lord of the Beast Forest, will surely complete my research!!!"

"At that time... Hmph!"

"You'll definitely regret it later!"

"Don't regret it!!!"

Click.

rustling...

And so, the first recording finally came to an end.

"……What's this?"

Herbert frowned and blinked rapidly in a strange manner.

What did I just hear?
Isn't that a strange cry?

This is an incredible XP explosion!

The person who recorded this data, well, let's assume for now, was the owner of this ruin, some elven master from the elven empire era...

"Really, yeah, that's pretty unique!"

"But he does have pretty good taste..."

Herbert firmly believed in one principle.

People who like tails are not bad people.

No!

Then, he was quickly proven wrong.

Before Herbert could speak, the second log entry loaded and started playing.

However, too many years have passed, and the record is incomplete. The second entry jumps directly to more than ten days later.

[Research Log - Day Fourteen]

"The inhibitor consists of three vials of dwarven blood samples and two vials of orc bone marrow extract."

"Thirty seconds after injection, the subject's heart rate rose... body temperature rose abnormally, ah! It's begun."

"Visual inspection shows that the 47th test subject has shown the expected morphological changes, including the addition of a feline ear structure that can rotate independently, and the extension of the end of the tail vertebrae... No, that's not right."

"Failed again."

rustling...

"No, that's not right, the direction is completely wrong."

The elven archmage's voice was cold, filled with doubt about the experiment's failure, but devoid of any pity for the test subjects.

“I shouldn’t have grafted animal organs directly onto them; the rejection reaction was too strong.”

"Including the orcs, who are physically strong and resilient, more than a dozen experimental subjects have been on the verge of death because of this."

"Even dragon-born creatures are the same."

"It's strange. They can reproduce with other races, but they can't directly graft limbs onto other races..."

"Forget it, I don't want a monster that's been stitched together. I might as well go and buy one from a necromancer."

"Forget it, let's try a gentler approach."

"At once……"

"Let them reproduce using traditional methods for now."

……

Herbert narrowed his eyes.

The initial feeling of kinship with the elven archmage I had never met vanished.

He was wrong.

Whether someone can be considered a "good person" depends on the perspective of people with different viewpoints.

It's like accidentally stepping on an ant on the roadside; in the eyes of humans, this is not considered a sin.

But to ants, humans are cruel perpetrators.

It is very difficult for different people to truly empathize with each other.

In the eyes of that Archmage Fury, humans and other races' experimental subjects were no different from lab rats.

There is no pity to speak of, nor is there any need to bestow pity upon anyone.

An experimental subject is just an experimental subject.

But even understanding this, Herbert instinctively felt somewhat uncomfortable.

[Research Log - Day 39]

"I found it!"

"After more than thirty days of analysis and screening, and after going through more than twenty races such as orcs, dwarves, goblins, and dragonborn, we have finally selected a research subject."

"Humanity."

"They are weak enough, numerous enough, have a wide range of sources, and are cheap enough."

"No need to worry about the dwarves coming to our door with hammers, or to specifically look for criminal prisoners... It's very convenient."

"Most importantly, there is a special inclusiveness in human blood, with a very low rejection of the blood of other races, and we can intermarry and reproduce with almost all races."

"This point has only been observed in dragon-born creatures before."

"But the price of dragon blood materials is high, and the quantity I need is too large, and the funds are insufficient... so I can only choose humans."

"The experiment can proceed."

rustling...

[Research Log - Day 48]

"That's strange. Is there something wrong with what I did?"

Why has the experiment stalled?

"What stage is this? Why are there so few offspring from these experimental subjects? What exactly is going on..."

rustling...

[Research Log - Day 50]

"I understand."

"Humans are different from dragonborn creatures; they cannot mate with all animals... There are limitations on who they can mate with, not all creatures."

"It is... a monster!"

"Their bloodline can fuse with all magical [monsters], creating a new bloodline by combining the strengths and weaknesses of both."

"Very stable, surprisingly stable."

"Although I knew that some people had bought human slaves and recently created a hybrid race called 'half-elves,' I didn't expect it to be so stable."

Rustling sounds... [Research Log, Day Sixty-Six]

[Research Log - Day 90]

……

……

I don't know if there's something wrong with the ruins, but the information entering my mind is getting faster and faster.

faster and faster!

The experimental logs were rapidly flooded into Herbert's mind, causing a slight change in his expression.

In the end, it took almost a second to force all the records from the past few days into my brain.

Herbert appeared calm and unaffected, but he was actually quite dangerous.

If this were anyone else, they would probably be delirious or even have fallen into a coma by now.

But Herbert didn't feel much pain; in fact, he even had the mind to analyze and record the contents.

Although he was not very competent and was highly suspected of "embezzlement," Herbert was a prison warden.

He was also a member of the Knights.

At the same time, he was also a keeper of secrets.

For any person who keeps secrets, receiving a large amount of information is not a difficult task.

Moreover, Herbert had already been instilled with knowledge about the serpent scales by the Ash Bishop.

That scene was much more exciting than this!

Compared to the hidden knowledge accumulated over countless years, these rambling experimental logs are nothing.

The expanded river channel can accommodate the surging river flow, so it will not suffer from the meandering streams.

This record, despite being missing a significant amount of content, still contains a considerable amount of information, and we can glean a great deal from it.

Through the archmage's occasional complaints, Herbert gained a great deal of knowledge about the elven empire lost to the annals of history.

For example, he learned the nickname of a certain stingy royal grandmaster, and all his relatives... all of whom Elvis greeted with a barrage of sarcastic and affectionate remarks.

For example, he knew that the Elf Empire did not attack the gods at the beginning; initially, they only dared to observe from a distance and did not dare to get close at all.

Another example……

Among the tens of thousands of experimental logs, Herbert astutely captured a few special days.

[Research Log - Day 6420]

"I've finally found someone who understands me!!!"

"A druid!"

"That particular druid actually agreed with me after hearing my explanation! He also thought my idea was quite good!"

"Hahaha!"

"I never expected that there would be someone among the druids who could understand my aesthetic sense!"

[Research Log - Day 6421]

"That druid is a complete idiot!"

"he!"

"That guy and I are not on the same wavelength."

"What he likes are pure animals, those talking, spiritual beings, not the anthropomorphic forms I imagined."

"What a pervert!"

"I would never have anything to do with a guy like that."

[Research Log - Day 6422]

"Alright, the druid convinced me."

"His interests are different from mine, but they do have a unique charm."

"But it's still not right for me!"

[Research Log - Day 6422]

"Sheep, not bad."

……

?

not bad?

What do you mean, "not bad"?!

For four consecutive days, Herbert experienced ecstasy, detachment, understanding, and joining, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

You, uh, well... never mind.

Herbert didn't understand, but he showed respect.

He felt as if he were reading an unreserved diary, gradually getting to know this complete stranger... Fu Rui Kong.

This is a rather unique elf.

However, what truly silenced Herbert were the last few recordings.

[Research Log - Day ■■■■■]

"No, no... something's definitely wrong!"

“Those guys’ research is getting weirder and weirder. How dare they? They… ugh.”

"These guys have probably really gone mad!"

The usually arrogant Grand Master behaved very differently than usual.

He must have seen something, his voice trembled with fear, and he swallowed hard, seemingly lowering his voice for fear of being overheard.

"them……"

"Those guys, I thought they were just joking, but were they actually serious?"

"They actually want to enslave the gods?!"

"Crazy, all crazy."

The strange archmage, who was branded a "madman" by the entire Elven Kingdom for "blaspheming animals," was now only terrified by the madness of others, and continued to curse incessantly.

"(A trembling elf proverb)"

"Don't they realize there's a problem?"

"That, that, that god they were studying... He's been watching them all along!"

"Can't they see it?"

Bang!
"Let's go, I have to get away from them right now..."

"But, but! My lab logs, my research findings, my lab..."

"We'll have the results soon, we just need to wait a little longer..."

"Walk?"

"Do you really want to leave?"

……

[Research Log - Day ■■■■■]

"I'm finally back!"

"Although Her Majesty the Queen has released me from prison, she has restricted my movement. I can only stay here now..."

"I'm imprisoned here, and I can't go anywhere."

"However, the research already underway cannot stop; it must continue!"

"No matter what they do, no matter what the future holds, I cannot stop... I cannot!"

……

[Research Log - Day ■■■■■■]

"I did it! I finally did it!"

"A beast-like human, but only to a limited extent... retaining certain animal characteristics, but not covered in fur, which suits my aesthetic."

"I created a potion that can easily transform beastmen, and the newborn beastmen have stable bloodlines and can automatically inherit their parents' abilities..."

Elvis spoke eloquently, expressing great satisfaction with the work he had completed single-handedly over several centuries.

He has enough to be proud of for doing this without the help of others.

"Although I don't think anyone would refuse such a wonderful body, it's still good to prepare an antidote just in case. It can restore the newly transformed beastman to his original form within a month."

"If it's offspring, it will probably take even longer, maybe a year, maybe ten years? This needs to be tested through specific experiments..."

"But what does that have to do with me? I've already released all the defective and perfect products and let them return to nature."

"Now, I have no material left to use because I'm too soft-hearted."

"……Do not."

The usually proud elven archmage paused, his joy of success vanishing, leaving only a deep bitterness.

“I know that. I did it not because I was soft-hearted, but actually... because I had no time left.”

"I succeeded, but I also failed."

"because……"

He trembled, whispering as if in a dream:

"They..."

"Already here."

(End of this chapter)