Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 441 This is what dragons are like (6K views, please subscribe!)
A weary sigh suddenly echoed from the middle of the mountains.

"Haah, haah..."

A man who was completely covered up in a black hoodie even when walking under the scorching sun, practically wearing "suspicious person" written all over his face, stopped in his tracks.

The team leader's fingertips unconsciously stroked an old leather map, the routes marked on it with dark red ink already blurred.

Around him, a dozen or so figures dressed similarly appeared one after another from around the bend in the mountain road.

They deliberately kept their distance from each other, their wary eyes gleaming in the shadow of their hoods.

Looking at their attire and observing the holy emblems pinned to their chests, it's not hard to tell their identities.

The cult of lust.

Although the "holy war" had ended and the gods had given the believers a divine decree to continue hiding, this group did not leave with the main force.

The cult of evil gods does not have much control over its non-fanatic members.

A group of traitors who might turn against their cause at any moment cannot be so easily restrained.

During the previous battles, they had been hiding in the back, taking advantage of the situation, and then broke away from the main force when the war ended.

They do this to achieve their own goals.

This group of people didn't come here for sightseeing; they have serious business to attend to!

"Ahem, sir, it's not that I'm questioning you."

One of them stopped, turned to the leader, and asked in an unfriendly tone, "It's been so long, does that ruin you mentioned, the one that holds precious treasures... really exist?"

The team leader hesitated for a moment after being questioned. He paused, then, just as he had done at the beginning of the trip, patted his chest firmly and stated:

"It exists!"

"I swear in the name of my Lord, the great Lord of Sin and Desire, not a single word I have said is a lie! There is no mistake, it is right here! There is no mistake!"

The team leader was also helpless.

He couldn't admit that the information he provided was false.

Before joining the church, he was a self-proclaimed excellent treasure hunter, making a living by excavating relics in various places.

The reason I became a follower of an evil god was due to some coincidences that forced me to do so... well, that was more than ten years ago.

Over the years, he has done what he should and shouldn't have done. He can't be said to have been forced into it, nor can he be considered innocent.

Now, he is just a small leader of the Church of the Evil God, leading a group of his men to search for ancient ruins.

People like him are not isolated cases; there are many in various religious churches.

The leader's family had once exchanged a vague message with someone that a precious ancient site was buried somewhere.

At first, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that his ancestor had been deceived again. However, after careful research, he strongly suspected that the site belonged to the middle period of the ancient god era.

So after making his decision, he applied to the church for a group of people and began a long search.

They had been searching for this place for years, and after eliminating all sorts of places, they finally found it.

There had been too many failures before, and the subordinates were becoming increasingly dissatisfied.

It's important to understand that the Church of Evil Gods is not a peaceful place where everything can be discussed calmly.

Now that things have come to this, whether the news is true or false, it must be true, and it can only be true!
But the situation was worse than the team leader had imagined.

At this moment, another cultist spoke up, betting on a different direction, and said in a low voice, "Sir, I believe you, otherwise I wouldn't have come here with you, but the problem is, so much time has passed... where is it?"

Surely we can't let them keep searching aimlessly in these vast mountains?
The questioner's eyes glowed an unnatural green in the shadows, his tongue seemed to be forked, and he spoke with a strange hissing sound.

The team leader knew that this guy's emotions were very unstable at the moment, and he seemed to be about to enter a manic state.

Things are going to get worse.

The team leader remained silent, realizing that the others had blocked all his escape routes, and he was now unknowingly surrounded, with no way to escape.

“I don’t know, but according to that merchant, it’s an ancient legend passed down through generations. The legend says that the source of the curse is hidden there… We’re sure to find something that will interest my lord.”

Left with no other choice, he could only manage a dry laugh in an attempt to calm everyone down.

“If you don’t believe me, do you not believe in the wisdom of our Lord? He has approved our actions.”

“If we really do something wrong, He will definitely stop us, won’t He? Ahahaha…”

The others did not react to the leader's sophistry, but simply stared at him silently.

We're all believers, is this how you treat us?

Even if the gods tacitly approve, it doesn't mean they truly agree with it.

"Haha, cough cough... um."

Sensing the increasingly awkward atmosphere around him, the team leader stopped chuckling; he knew he couldn't hide the truth any longer.

But since things had come to this, he could only force a couple of dry laughs and raise his hand to swear: "I know you don't trust me, so I swear in the name of my Lord."

"If there is even half a lie in my words, may the earth crack open and heavenly fire burn me to ashes."

"Furthermore, if it is not found, I will compensate each of you with a large sum of money."

Is it really faith in the god of lust that brought these people together?
No, it's about interests.

Throughout history, only self-interest has remained constant.

With money in place, everything will be fine.

Without the money, everything falls apart.

Seeing that the team leader had discovered such a vicious oath and vowed to pay compensation, the group, who were preparing to cause trouble, had no choice but to give up.

Although oaths have little binding force on believers of evil gods.

But since it's an oath in the name of the gods, we can still believe it for now.

"Sir, you don't have to do this. We were just... um? Did you hear that?"

buzzing...

At first, there were some faint buzzing sounds, but soon those sounds quickly grew louder.

boom……

"It's underground!"

Just as the followers of the evil god were preparing to escape, they suddenly felt a slight tremor in the ground.

Boom boom boom!
They felt the tremors beneath their feet getting stronger and stronger!

The earth shook violently; the entire ground began to tremble...

The earth rose up and cracked open with a roar!
"What!!?"

Immediately afterwards, not far from them, a huge and ferocious head burst out of the ground.

Boom boom boom!
The giant beast shook the dust off its head and roared to the sky, letting out a terrifying howl of excitement.

Roar! ! !
The cult members not far away were so frightened by the sudden situation that they all froze on the spot.

"What kind of monster is that!"

"Ah! It's that one!"

"It's that giant dragon!!!"

At first, they were not aware of it, but after carefully seeing the scales that shimmered with a scarlet light in the sunlight, their memories returned.

The scarlet scales reflected an eerie light in the sunlight, each one like a polished ruby, yet radiating a suffocatingly hot aura.

They felt a wave of heat wash over them.

They suddenly remembered the terrifying figure they had seen on the battlefield.

Suddenly, the image of the battlefield flashed through the leader's mind—the giant dragon spread its wings, enough to blot out the sky, and ignited the entire legion with a terrifying breath that resembled heavenly fire.

That terrifying dragon known as the "Crimson Wings"!
Why is it here?!?

Was this giant beast deliberately lying in ambush here just to wipe them all out?

No, no, no, that's impossible!

Their actions were clandestine, and no one knew about them, not even within the church.

How was it found?
Or perhaps he just happened to be here and had no idea we were there?
Just as his mind was filled with confusion, fear, and hope twisted together, the dragon seemed to sense something and suddenly turned its head.

Then, they heard a rather surprised mutter.

"Hmm? A cultist of lust?"

After confirming their presence, the dragon didn't say a word and immediately took action... or spoke.

It casually spat out a mouthful of "phlegm".

Ugh—Pah!

It could even be said that it tried to control its power, but a crimson fireball as tall as a person still flew rapidly toward the center of the cultists.

It was so fast that there wasn't enough time to count them.

One moment ago, they saw the fireball.

The fireball arrived in the next instant.

Then—BOOM!

Those who hadn't had time to react were torn to pieces by this "old phlegm" and burned to ashes by the dragon's breath.

It all happened so fast that they didn't even have time to finish begging for mercy, leaving behind only a charred crater.

The team leader's last thought was—could this giant dragon be the guardian beast of that ruin?

"what!"

In the distance, the beastman slave, who had been deliberately left to guard the baggage, suddenly raised his head. His furry ears twitched violently as he caught the earth-shattering explosion.

The iron chain around his neck clanged as his body trembled, the rusty and bloodstained rings gleaming crimson in the sunlight.

The beastman slave, who had been deliberately left at a distance to guard the pack and had been bought by the leader to serve as a hunting dog, servant, and forest guide, was so terrified by the dragon's might that he collapsed to the ground.

But at this moment, he had forgotten to tremble, and just stared blankly as the giant dragon flew out of the ground.

"what……"

He stared in disbelief, his mouth agape. He looked up at the giant dragon soaring through the sky, then at the charred crater on the ground.

...Dead?
This realization struck his chaotic mind like lightning, and his thoughts, which had been bound by sorcery for years, suddenly became clear for a moment.

His not-so-bright brain finally started working and he understood what was happening.

Those evil god followers who killed their entire race and turned them into flesh and blood idols, just died like that?

He raised his hand and blankly touched the chain around his neck.

And it was with a light touch that the once incredibly secure chain suddenly broke.

Click.

With the death of the "master," the forced slave contract was also dissolved.

He is free.

The beast-like human slaves felt quite unreal.

The freedom I had longed for for so long, the things I had dreamed about countless times in the dead of night, came to him so easily.

No, is it easy?
How many times did I run away? How many beatings did I suffer for it?

Over the years, I... no.

His nose suddenly stung, but the beastman's tear ducts had already been damaged by the drug, so he could only make intermittent sounds from his throat, somewhere between a sob and a roar.

"Ahh, ahh!"

No, no!
It doesn't matter anymore.

Now, there's only one thing left to do: "Go home..."

His chapped lips, wet with flowing tears, moved slightly. He struggled to his feet and staggered away into the distance.

go home! ! !

But after taking two steps, he stopped, turned around, and knelt down heavily in the direction the dragon had gone, slamming his body onto the ground.

"Ahhh... Ahhhhh!"

The poor slave could no longer form words; he could only wail and try his best to express his gratitude.

But actually, his thoughts didn't matter to the dragon that saved him.

Valentina didn't even notice him.

Huh?
I just casually peeked out, how did my merits and achievements increase?

Strange pinch.

Do you have any ideas about this situation?

The giant dragon soaring high in the sky seemed to vaguely hear the "screams" of someone who had noticed it. It turned its head and glanced in this direction, then snorted angrily.

"Humph!"

She felt like she had been offended!

What are you doing!
Am I not good-looking?
With my beautiful figure and strong physique, why the hell did I scare you to tears?!

Excessive!

"Oh, don't be so angry!"

Herbert stood on her head and chuckled, comforting her, "Maybe she's not scared?"

"I am not angry!"

Valentina's voice boomed like thunder, expressing her dissatisfaction as she tightly hugged the massive iron block—or rather, the broken metal tower—that she was holding in her arms.

When she emerged from the ground as a dragon, it wasn't just to make a grand entrance.

Valentina did this in order to pull out the entire underground ruins all at once.

Question:

The discovered ruins are too large, and there are too many things inside. What if we can't take them all with us?
The answer is simple.

If you can't take your belongings with you—just pack them up and take them along with the ruins!

Super intelligence tells us that once we have super power, many things can be done in a different way.

Valentina's true form is over a thousand meters long, and although she is currently only about a hundred meters long, her actual power has not diminished.

So, to the astonishment and bewilderment of Kreti and Flora, Herbert made a deal with Valentina with three "delicious meals," allowing her to uproot the ruins buried dozens of meters underground.

Herbert sat atop Valentina's head, stroked her scales, and said with a smile, "Really not angry?"

"Alright then, I was thinking that if you were angry or upset, I would make you something nice to eat as compensation when we got back."

He sighed with considerable regret.

"Then I'll get angry!"

The next second, the dragon, clinging to the dilapidated tower, readily agreed and changed its attitude on the spot.

What stance? What attitude? What principles?
No!
When faced with delicious food, all of these things can be abandoned.

And that's not the end.

After her change of heart, Valentina cleverly scoffed, "And another thing! Don't think you can fool me!"

Even if I'm not angry, you'll still do it for me!

Everyone thinks I'm stupid.

But I'm actually very smart!

Would Herbert let me go hungry?

Impossible, he wouldn't be willing to do that!

Moreover, even if he really is willing to give it up—I can force myself to eat my fill!
My supreme wisdom (the sage) tells me that I will be able to use superpowers at that time.

Herbert exclaimed in admiration at her intelligence: "Haha, you really only have a sharp mind when it comes to food."

Okay, I guess she wasn't wrong.

Just as he was thinking about what specific reward to give the clever Miss Hungry Dragon, he suddenly felt a gentle tap on his lower back.

“Herbert, you…”

Turning around, she saw Kretty leaning over in shock and asked with concern, "Um, aren't you worried about being seen by others while you're being so arrogant?"

Is it really okay for you to act so arrogantly?

No, aren't you worried about being stopped by others?
Logically, shouldn't the items be carefully hidden and then shipped out in batches?
Aren't you afraid someone will try to steal it from you, walking around so casually?

Miss Devil was confused.

In her understanding, the current choice is the worst possible option, and she would only do it as a last resort.

"You think this is wrong?"

"Of course!"

But Herbert just chuckled and reminded her in a very strange tone, "Think about it again, is there really a problem?"

To outsiders, this just looks like a giant dragon carrying its loot home.

A giant dragon?

I know she's a dragon. Who doesn't know... Oh!

Kreti wanted to argue further, but suddenly her eyes widened in confusion.

"Oh! It's a dragon!"

"Yup!"

"Thinking about it that way, then it really is alright."

Kreti was persuaded.

She understood, she fully understood the reason why Herbert did this.

The reason Herbert dared to openly transform Valentina into the "Valara" moving company was entirely due to the dragon's reputation.

dragon.

A magical creature that has always been indispensable in fantasy worlds.

They are powerful and mysterious, and in many legends they serve as the ultimate foes.

As for the dragons' reputation on earth...

If you wouldn't say they're universally loved, you could certainly call them someone people hate, dogs would reject, and even ghosts would dread!
Opinions about this race are quite polarized.

As the race with the most innate strength, dragons are also the race with the most abstract personality.

Perhaps because they have no natural enemies, dragons always have a kind of eccentric temperament.

Valentina is not an isolated case.

Her style is considered standard among dragons... Although she was initially illiterate because she did not receive the dragon's inheritance, her personality is not considered unusual.

To put it nicely, they're careless about details; to put it bluntly, they're brainless.

These guys can do things that are incomprehensible to ordinary people.

For example, brazenly abducting a princess from a kingdom, attempting to plunder gold and silver treasures from the temple of the goddess of wealth, or casually bringing home various ores as snacks...

Many of their operations, if performed by other people, would be bizarre and strange, indicating a lack of intelligence.

If having strength is a prerequisite, then their strange behavior can be explained as "the arrogance of the strong".

The fact that they could survive despite their abstract nature means that the dragons relied entirely on their immense strength.

But abstraction, in the final analysis, is still abstraction.

But for powerful beings with legendary strength, the thought processes of these dragons are quite baffling.

They pride themselves on the nobility of dragon blood, yet they are eager to mate with those of lowly bloodlines.

They pride themselves on their superior intelligence, yet they also love collecting anything that sparkles.

A mysterious, yet complex race.

But at the same time, it is undeniably powerful.

Too carefree, too free.

Here's a little-known fact that's almost become common knowledge: if you see a dragon in the wild carrying something strange...

Don't panic, don't be surprised, and don't try to stop them.

They can digest almost anything in their stomachs; basically, anything can be digested.

Anyway, the dragons have been acting strangely for a while now, so it's not a big deal.

Generally speaking, unless the dragons take the initiative to attack, powerful beings are unwilling to easily provoke these dangerous creatures.

Therefore, although the idea of ​​uprooting and taking away the ruins may seem abstract, it is only average compared to the ruthless things done by other dragons.

It's not an easy life.

Not qualified!
As long as you fly high and fast enough, few people will notice what Valentina is actually holding.

The presence of soil and vegetation remaining on the site when it was unearthed further adds to its deceptive nature.

Even if someone notices, they'll only laugh at them in their hearts.

"Oh, it's a dragon! Then it's alright."

"This dragon must have picked up some scrap metal from somewhere; it's probably a collector again."

"This guy is pitiful. He can't find anything good, so he can only cling to a piece of junk as if it were a treasure."

This is the reputation of dragons.

This is the world's acceptance of the abstract behavior of dragons!

This is like carrying money in a safe versus making money in a snakeskin bag; even if the amount is exactly the same, it's a completely different feeling.

The former, no matter how well you hide it, will still be remembered by others.

The latter, even if you throw it on the side of the road, generally no one will be curious.

This is skin!
It's like having a certain skin color that allows you to easily exchange your face for a whole magazine of metal in a certain place.

Yes, that's what it means for others to recognize them!

……

……

Just as Valentina was heading back with the "Iron Block," some subtle changes occurred deep within the Misty Mountains.

"……Um?"

A pair of eyes slowly opened in the mist.

"Is it my imagination?"

"Why do I feel like my house is... moving?"

Ok?
The creature, puzzled, peeked out from the treetop and glanced down.

"Um!!?"

(End of this chapter)