Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 438 The Beast Girl Clan (4.4K)
"They are coming."

"real!"

"I know!"

In the recording, Elvis whispers in a dry voice, breathing rapidly due to overwhelming fear.

"Ha, cough cough!"

I coughed for a long time, and I could hear the sound of liquid falling to the ground. I wasn't sure if it was stomach acid vomited from excessive tension or fresh blood.

"They all say I'm crazy, but I know for sure I'm not!"

"I have always been perfectly lucid!"

“I noticed it from the very beginning!”

"He has never been asleep!"

goo.

A clear swallowing sound came through the recording, and he seemed to choke on his saliva, coughing for quite a while.

"I have been silently watching their every move! Watching them cut apart His body, seeing what they did!"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand..."

Why didn't He stop them? Why did He just watch?

Why do the gods allow mortals to desecrate them?
Why were you able to tolerate it before?
But now it's unbearable?
He kept talking to himself, trying to ask a question to a non-existent companion, hoping to get an answer.

After a long while, he fell silent.

"...The reason is no longer important, yes, it's completely unimportant!"

"Because now, He is completely enraged."

"I heard it..."

"His roar!"

"He is summoning the other gods, and I have already heard their responses!"

"The vanished gods are about to return."

"When that day comes, they will unleash a cruel punishment!"

"God's punishment!"

"True divine punishment is about to befall us!!!"

The elven archmage started gagging again, falling into a rambling, incoherent state, repeatedly muttering incoherently.

"Judgment Day, yes, the real Judgment Day is coming, it's about to arrive!"

"real!"

But nobody believed me!

“Those idiots ignored my warnings; they all took my admonitions as me being jealous of their progress…”

"Jealous of them? You're kidding me! I succeeded!"

"Ha ha!"

Suddenly, the previously flustered Grand Master calmed down and began to boast about himself with great pride.

"Not some pieced-together monster, but the perfect beastman I've been hoping for—one whose traits can be reliably passed down to the next generation!"

"Ah, it's so nice to be furry, haha! I'm such a genius."

"Hehe, hehehe, I'm really awesome...hehe!"

"Let's choose this potion today! Haha!"

In the days that followed, Elvis seemed to fall into a semi-mad state.

He seemed to have completely forgotten "those things," spending all his time immersed in his "masterpieces"—obsessed with turning himself into various types of beastmen.

Yes.

Elvis's fondness for furry creatures is not a desire to develop any intimate relationship with them.

Instead, they wish to become furry...

Perhaps his fear of "Judgment Day" had reached a certain limit, and his mind automatically entered a state of self-protection.

He beautified everything illogical around him and forcibly explained everything that was wrong.

Like
On ordinary days, it remains the same as before, constantly changing its appearance and recording the feelings of each form.

However, at a certain juncture, fear will once again break through mental defenses, and one will become aware of the imminent danger.

Trembling, despair, wailing... and then, in a breakdown, "losing his mind" again, becoming that "hopeless, irrational sorcerer."

In a universal sense, this guy really "went crazy" at that time, constantly repeating this cycle.

"..."

Herbert shook his head slightly in silence, sighed softly, and had no desire to listen any further.

What do you say?
Means nothing.

The ending for this guy didn't feel particularly original.

Ultimately, it was just the end of a mad scientist's life.

Ultimately, it's nothing more than a record from an old era.

He was a person from the old era, and had nothing to do with him.

The only thing they could say they had in common was their shared love for furry things.

To regard as a confidant?

Not quite.

But these two "soulmates" who have been connected for thousands of years are actually different in the details.

This elf master's sexuality... well, his tastes are unique; he only likes fluffy, animal-eared girls.

And she wanted to transform herself into a furry creature.

But Herbert was different.

Whether it's a fluffy animal-eared girl, a monster girl covered in scales, or a life form in a special form... he can accept them all.

He can do either.

Or to put it another way.

Everything that is not human is within his range of good shots.

He treats all living beings in the world with equality and universal love.

Moreover, he had absolutely no desire to become one of them.

Compared to Elvis's final fate, Herbert was more interested in the perfect beast-human potion and antidote he mentioned.

Herbert already had some guesses about the results Elvis mentioned.

Currently, there is no "perfect beastman" in the world as claimed by this great mage, but well, there is a group of "cursed people" wandering in various places.

The Cursed People, or "Descendants of Beastmen," are a pitiful race that lives in the corners and margins of the world.

They do not refer to "half-orcs" resulting from the hybridization of "orcs" and "humans," but rather to the descendants of another race, the "first generation of orcs."

They have human appearances, but also possess some animalistic features, such as animal ears, tails, and claws...

Although their intelligence is lower than that of ordinary humans, their physical condition is much better than that of ordinary humans.

It can be said that they possess both human intelligence and animal abilities, making them an excellent offspring that combines the strengths of both.

Logically speaking, with such talent, the tribe's strength should not be weak, and they should be able to protect themselves in various environments.

However, they do not have their own territory and are rarely accepted by human nations.

They were rejected not because of their inhuman characteristics, but because of some historical reasons.

This requires tracing back to the initial group of victims.

Initially, a group of humans in the world were infected with the "Beast Transformation Virus" for unknown reasons, and they were transformed from humans into beast-like beings with animal characteristics.

Those beast-like beings are extremely aggressive and have extremely unstable personalities. They are often controlled by their instincts and attacked others under the drive of primal impulses.

Moreover, what's worse is that the beastman virus they carry is contagious!

Any close contact with a beastman, including scratches, bites, blood, and bodily fluids, can lead to infection with the beastman virus, forcing humans to transform into beastmen who eat raw meat and drink blood.

This once led to a rapid expansion of the beastman population, which at its peak numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

However, the human kingdoms quickly reacted, dispatching a large number of mages to annihilate the beastmen without making contact. The beastman race suffered over 90% casualties in that battle; only a small number of intelligent enough beastmen sensed the danger beforehand and ultimately survived, preserving their lineage.

From then on, they began their long journey, traveling between various kingdoms.

Reassuringly, as time went on, the beast-like disease carried by these descendants of beastmen gradually stabilized and became no longer contagious, only being passed down to their offspring through bloodlines.

However, although their threat to humanity has disappeared, the discrimination left over from the past will not disappear with them.

The hatred for the original beastmen has been passed down through their bloodline, making them unacceptable to humans.

Of course, as a group of well-managed and excellent soldiers, they were still able to find some suitable jobs—usually as mercenaries and suicide squad members, used as cannon fodder.

Moreover, even such dangerous jobs are not easy to find.

They usually need to conceal their bestial features, or even have some organs removed.

Only a small number of beastmen managed to infiltrate the human kingdom, but most of them were unable to find a place to belong among humans.

The descendants of the beastmen also wanted to integrate into nature, but the pure animals were unwilling to accept their humanoid nature.

At the same time, their bloodline instincts still make them more inclined to be close to humans and humanoid creatures, and their relationship with the half-elf race, which is also related to humans, is still acceptable.

There was one group willing to accept them; the beastmen had extended an olive branch to them... but those guys were disliked by humans and dogs, their looks were too low, and the beastmen were unwilling to accept them.

The beastmen have been wandering ever since, and they can only regard this tragic fate as a curse from an unknown god.

Prior to this, there were various theories about the origin of the first batch of beastmen carrying the "beastman virus".

The most widely accepted explanation is that they offended some terrible god and were judged by the god, thus bearing this twisted fate.

Many people accept this statement, and the reason is simple—they really are capable of doing it!
Some people believe that the beastmen are a new race that originated in nature and have no special origin.

Some people believe that the beastmen came with otherworldly gods and are creatures from another world.

There are also people...

There are various versions of the story and all sorts of "evidence," and no one can convince anyone else.

But now, Herbert estimates he can put an end to this academic debate.

It's him, it's him, it's him!
This is the Furui Control!
It was this elf archmage who likes furry things who did it!

The root of it all is this guy's twisted XP!

The archmage of the Elven Empire would never know what his research had brought to this poor race.

However, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

Elves are inherently proud.

As the supreme race that ruled an era, they possessed an arrogance that made them the only ones worthy of respect.

At that time, the elves didn't even respect the gods, and casually captured dragons to give birth to dragon offspring as experimental subjects. Why would they care about the joys and sorrows of mortals?

If Elvis had actually found out, he would probably have been relieved that his work was indeed as stable as he had imagined.

"what……"

Herbert let out a sigh of relief, shook his head slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

While he remained silent, everyone else present kept quiet, and Valentina and the others noticed Herbert's unusual state.

Even Kreti, who had been making a lot of noise, fell silent—Flora pulled her out and covered her mouth.

Herbert looked at them and smiled, saying softly, "Alright, sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm fine, it's just... um?"

He wanted to continue speaking, but after the recording had been silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke again.

[Research Log - Day ■■■■■■]

"I think I'm going to die."

In the recording, Elvis is no longer "mad" but speaks of his deathly silence with the calm demeanor he used when recording experiments.

"No, I should say that all of us are going to die."

"Tomorrow, or at the latest the day after, they will unleash divine punishment upon us."

"Logically speaking, since I already knew of their arrival and were aware of how terrible they were, I should have run away long ago."

He paused for a moment, then spoke in an extremely calm voice.

"I don't plan to run away."

“This is a crime committed by our race. Although I did not participate in that research, I am... also a part of it.”

"Since I have also enjoyed this glory stained with blood, I have no reason to run away."

"This is the pride of the elves, the pride of the empire."

"We cannot run away, nor should we run away."

After experiencing fear, escape, madness, and despair, Elvis finally accepted his and his people's fate at the last moment.

"The blasphemers will face the end they deserve."

Then, he suddenly laughed with a hint of smugness, not the crazy and narcissistic laugh of the past, but just a self-deprecating chuckle.

"Haha, although it's a bit late, Wang Ting has finally realized his mistake and understands that I haven't gone mad..."

"The royal court has made its decision."

"We do not intend to kneel and wait for judgment like this."

"So what if they are gods?"

"No god has the right to judge us except the Lord of Nature who created us."

"We... will retaliate."

"The Queen has given the order that all magic cannons, including those here, should be ready to fire."

"And He, the first God who led us to our doom... He will be the beacon for other gods, but at the same time, He will also be the bait we set."

"Even though the ending is already predetermined, and we will perish in the wrath of the gods, we will still not run away."

"Great gods, please witness the pathetic struggle of us mortals."

Contrary to outsiders' assumptions that they knew nothing, the high command of the Elf Empire was aware of the gods' arrival in the end.

But they did not run away.

Even after recognizing the inevitable outcome, they still chose to respond in the most violent way.

Since the conflict between the two sides cannot be resolved, then let's fight.

These proud elves, who had dominated an era, chose to wield their blades against the gods in the clouds.

Let blood and fire decide the outcome.

Or perhaps, it marks the end of a glorious era.

Or it will be a new era that transcends the gods.

Even if it's very likely that nothing will be left behind.

But at least, they existed.

……

……

Natural hidden gems.

"Um……"

The Ice Goddess, still in cat form, tilted her head in confusion, unsure of what to do next.

"Oh dear, how should I bring this up with him?"

"You can't just come up to me and say, 'I can provide you with a large population as assistance,' can you?"

"Also, I wonder if he'd be willing to accept a beastman..."

He hesitated for a moment, then blinked somewhat guiltily and muttered:
"They should accept it, right?"

"Didn't he say he wanted to give everyone a home? Hmm... was that what he said?"

"It seems to be roughly the same..."

"never mind!"

"Anyway, let's go ask first!"

Unable to find the answer, the kitten finally gave up thinking, slapped its tail, raised its head and jumped up, whimpering:
"No matter what, he wouldn't kick me out!"

"...I don't think so!"

(End of this chapter)