Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 450 This prophecy is amazing! (4.4K! Please subscribe!)
"Eh!!?"

At this moment, all notions of split personality, the dark side of the moon, and the ruler of the moon vanished.

No, what did I hear?
Is this prophecy... still interpretable this way?
Under the immense mental shock, even the blood moon phenomenon in the sky disappeared.

The moon goddess's blood-red hair quickly faded, returning to its previous silver-white color.

The Blood Moon Goddess account crashed and went offline, while the Silver Moon Goddess account was restarted and logged in.

He stared wide-eyed at Herbert in shock, noticing his new hair color and the wisdom that seemed to emanate from his eyes.

Clearly, intelligence has once again prevailed...

“You…ah?”

Wait a minute, isn't this wrong?
I'm announcing the price you'll have to pay!
Why did you take it as a blessing?

Is this how the prophecy should be interpreted?

[To be immortal until one's wish is fulfilled]?
Who gave you the right to interpret it that way?!
Who gave you permission to interpret it that way?!

who! ?

The Silver Moon Goddess bit her lip in frustration, looking at Herbert with extremely complicated feelings, her lips moving incessantly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

He is in a dilemma right now.

Even though His "revenge" could have been declared a failure, He was still feeling emotions beyond anger.

why?
I have this feeling that what he said... actually makes some sense!?

This is wrong!

Why?!

"Hehe, are you surprised?"

Seeing the Moon Goddess's reaction, Herbert guessed that she too had subconsciously begun to consider the feasibility of that operation, and his smile became increasingly amused.

The moment you begin to consider the feasibility of what I'm saying, you've already fallen into my trap.

What does it mean to push open the door to a new world? (Leans back)
This is the one!

It's not about forcibly instilling ready-made knowledge and ideas, but about giving the other person an unprecedented perspective to think about, allowing them to think for themselves.

What you come up with yourself is what truly makes a lasting impression.

This is the method that will truly amaze and convince others.

Moreover, strictly speaking, Herbert's "conjecture" cannot really be considered sophistry.

Is he wrong?

That’s right!
So, is this exploiting a bug?
Do not!
I am interpreting this within the bounds of the rules, using my subjective assumptions to maximize the benefits for myself!

This aspect is what is known as having the "right to interpret scriptures".

Or rather... the style of writing in the Spring and Autumn Annals.

As long as he holds this "treasure" firmly in his hands, he can explain anything however he wants.

Moreover, Herbert now felt that he was absolutely right.

The only difference is that my interpretation method is slightly different from others.

Herbert's lips curled slightly as he leisurely explained to the goddess:

“Look, although we don’t know what great things the first half of the prophecy talks about, the fact that there is a second half proves that the first half existed.”

"Am i right?"

"You wouldn't deny that, would you?"

Espera: "...Yes, you're right."

Honestly, He really doesn't want to hear Herbert say anything more right now.

The fact that I took the initiative to see him today is probably the biggest mistake I've made in the last two thousand years.

This is a lunatic!

well.

Herbert believed that the Moon Goddess was a schizophrenic.

Espera also felt that this god-killer was a madman who was disguised very well.

The world's excellent matchmaking system continues to perform its duties responsibly.

Although He found Herbert's ideas abstract and peculiar, the more so, the more He wanted to hear how Herbert explained them.

"Since you agree with that, I can continue my explanation."

Herbert nodded with pleasure and said unhurriedly, "Since this premise exists, then, in other words..."

“If I believe in the so-called ‘cost’ mentioned in the second half of the prophecy, then the glory of the first half will objectively exist—under this premise, I will not die no matter what happens to me.”

The Goddess of the Silver Moon remained silent.

broken.

The more I listen to this guy's twisted logic, the more wrong it seems.

His explanation does seem to make some sense, doesn't it?

but……

Before the goddess could speak, Herbert shook his head and continued:
"Of course, I know what you're trying to say, which is that I'm being too optimistic and haven't considered the other possibility."

"Now, let's turn the situation around."

"So—what would happen if I didn't believe in the 'price' that follows, right?"

Espera nodded silently, waiting for Herbert's explanation.

However, the paladin then put on a stern face and asked seriously, "Um, cough cough, madam, have you forgotten something?"

"……Um?"

"I mean, is there a possibility?"

Herbert, his face taut, spoke slowly in a serious, solemn voice:
"Since I no longer believe in this prophecy, why should I care what rewards it might bring me? Why should I worry about what price I might have to pay?"

His lips twitched, as if he was about to lose his composure, and he said with difficulty:
"In other words—in any case, this half-prophecy is only beneficial to me and has no drawbacks, isn't it?"

Then let me ask you!

Hello, did you catch Valentina's infection?
Otherwise, why would he be so silly?
Does it look to me like some sucker who has to take out a loan at a terrible "cost" to torment himself?

Why would I do something that only brings harm and no benefit?

Is taking out a loan only to end up with this mess?

Divine gold!

The Silver Moon Goddess frowned, feeling a surge of information churning in her mind like a tidal wave.

"Hiss, eh? Uh... Oh!"

The goddess only needed half a minute to think before she completely understood the current situation.

Don't say it, don't say it!
Really!
That's really the case!

Because he impulsively wanted to get back at his opponent, he only told half of the prophecy, and the situation turned out to be completely different from before.

Because the prophecy is incomplete, its interpretation can be freely changed.

If Herbert believes, he will be granted immortality and will be invincible until the end.

If you don't believe it, Herbert gained nothing, but he also didn't have to give anything; everything remained the same.

A single-minded approach has resulted in a double bind.

At that very moment when the goddess was struggling with her decision, Herbert suddenly remembered many things.

It feels a little subtle.

Herbert felt as if he were some kind of legendary figure from a past life in India, an ancient civilization in the East with the largest population.

These are the ascetic "gods" who try to find loopholes in the divine protection to exploit and then achieve their own desires.

In short, the complete process is "ascetic practice → blessing → beating up the Heavenly Emperor". In an extreme case, you can skip the process and directly beat up the Heavenly Emperor.

Of course, the most crucial part of those stories is those gods who say, "If you dare to ask, I dare to give!" and generously bestow any blessing or protection. They are truly pure, unadulterated entertainers.

【"hiss!"】

Having witnessed the entire event, Nenasha was somewhat at a loss for words, sighing, "Your approach to this is truly...unexpected."

Miss Harmony would certainly not just watch Herbert be harmed by the prophecy of the Silver Moon Goddess; she had originally planned to enlighten Herbert.

But now it seems that none of my explanations are of any use.

His dear ally could easily resolve this crisis on his own, and do it much better than him!
Herbert raised his chin slightly, feeling a little smug. He rarely felt Nenasha's admiration.

Sit down, that's basic stuff.

He felt smug for a moment, then said to the Silver Moon Goddess, "Besides, your prophecy is too... harmless."

Whether it was the Silver Moon Goddess deliberately going easy on them or the prophecy was truly accurate, the "price" in the latter half of the story is very vague.

It only says "will die," but doesn't specify how. Will it be old age? Death in battle? Death under the flowers?
The prophecy was vague and didn't explicitly state anything.

Want to avoid dying of old age?

It's simple, just become a god and you can enjoy a long life.

At the very least, one can transform oneself into a special life form such as a lich, greatly extending one's lifespan.

The problem is that even gods can be killed by others.

The god-slayer knew all about this.

Want to avoid dying in battle?

You can avoid the fighting yourself, but you can't stand being killed by others.

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

Simply running away won't help.

As for dying under the flowers... well, that's something to consider.

The ambiguity surrounding the manner of death means that all possible death crises need to be guarded against.

But at the same time, this crisis was as if it hadn't been mentioned at all.

Humans are destined to die.

The Grim Reaper who was slacking off once said—everything will eventually come to an end.

Everyone is destined to die, and the manner of death is uncertain.

So, it means that no new constraints were actually created!
"hehe."

Herbert's smile faded, and he adopted a reserved expression, nodding slightly at Him, his eyes filled with the smugness of a victor.

I'm sorry, goddess.

Thank you for your prediction, you're such a kind person!
This time...

It's my victory!!!

It turns out.

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

While Herbert was leisurely enjoying the joy of victory, in another corner of the world, he was completely immersed in a different atmosphere.

The Forest of Oblivion.

This area is on the edge of the natural pantheon's territory, a natural defensive line that directly borders the territories of other pantheons.

The territory controlled by the nature pantheon is not large, but the Forest of Nature is rich in resources, with the most fertile soil and the most abundant flora and fauna in the entire world.

Even the outermost Forgotten Forest is enough to support tens of thousands of living beings.

However, in a remote corner of the Forgotten Forest, lived a clan of humanoid beings in dire straits.

Each of them had animal ears and tails that would catch Herbert's eye, and some of them still retained some animal features.

If Herbert were here, he would immediately recognize this as the masterpiece left behind by the Archmage Furyk – the perfect beastman.

If Herbert were here, he would surely be happy to give them a proper medical check-up in the name of "humanitarianism" and to appreciate the proud creation of the Elf Archmage.

However, these beastmen, who should have possessed outstanding abilities, were in rather poor condition at the moment.

Their haggard appearance and emaciated bodies testified to their dire situation.

Although they weren't quite at the point of being completely savage with no clothes to cover themselves, they were still in a miserable state of being dressed in rags.

Compared to the warlike and belligerent "Knife-horned" clans who could protect themselves through battle, these "beast-eared" clans, though more intelligent, were not good at fighting.

After several periods of wandering, they finally escaped the harassment of "Knife Horn" and settled here.

Although they received the protection of the nature pantheon and were tacitly allowed to settle in the Forgotten Forest, unfortunately, they did not gain the recognition of the native inhabitants.

The wise beasts of the forest loathe these cursed people who bring calamity and make things difficult for them at every turn.

This beastman clan was ostracized by the Forgotten Forest.

Their farmland has been deliberately destroyed, and the grain harvested in the last decade has only been able to meet the minimum needs of half of their population.

Therefore, the elders of the clan would leave at night to leave more food for the warriors and children.

Many people, after undergoing some kind of "processing," choose to enter human society in an attempt to find ways to help their clans solve problems.

But in the end, none of them came back.

Although none of the beast-eared clan members wanted to leave this home they had finally found, they knew in their hearts that they had reached their limit by holding on until now.

It's time to leave.

"Ahhh!"

The clan's high shaman, the old man known as "the Wise One," stood in the center of the altar, looking up with wide, blurry eyes, staring in fear at the blood moon in the sky.

In his interpretation, this unexpected blood moon seemed to foreshadow an unavoidable crisis.

"Disaster! This is a sign of blood!"

"leave!"

"It's time! The clan must leave this place!!!"

He roared out the answer that all his people already knew in their hearts, waving his arms wildly, his restless figure falling into the eyes of all the beastmen.

go away.

leave here!

"Let's go!"

"I have heard the prophecy of our ancestors—[We will find the perfect home]!"

Let's go!!!

In the distance, a short, stocky young man, dragging a heavy load behind him, limped slowly out of the dark forest.

"..."

The paladin, who had mixed dwarven blood, shook his head at the sight, and sighed, especially when he noticed that among the few remaining beastmen, only a few still had light in their eyes.

"The prophecy is accurate, but it lacks credibility..."

"Ugh!"

He looked at the package he had placed under the tree.

He had already carefully checked it after he woke up from his coma, and nothing was missing. These impoverished beastmen had not opened it to look inside.

There weren't any special items inside; it was filled with the blood of various special races that Herbert had him collect in the Darklands.

As long as he takes these back to Herbert to report, he will have successfully completed the task Herbert assigned him.

but now……

"We can't leave yet."

As a paladin, Cyril simply couldn't bear to leave these poor souls behind.

He looked at the beastmen who were preparing to leave but had no destination, and sighed helplessly.

"Even if it's just to repay their life-saving grace, I will accompany them on this journey."

"only……"

Cyril thought with a troubled expression:

"Can I really help them all by myself?"

"But besides myself, who else would be willing to help these cursed people?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A cough that sounded guilty rang in Herbert's ears, and then a snow-white cat, half a person's height, appeared with the swirling frost and jumped in front of him.

"Herbert!"

"Ahem, I've come to find you!"

"I'm here to talk to you about something... um? Huh!?"

He intended to finish reciting his prepared lines, but then blinked, paused curiously, and asked, "Strange, why do you smell like the Lady of the Moon?"

Did I smell something wrong?

To her surprise, Herbert nodded.

Herbert stared blankly at the spot where the Silver Moon Goddess had disappeared, lost in thought. When asked, he instinctively replied:
"Oh, He just rewarded me."

"I resisted stubbornly before, and barely managed to preserve my innocence."

Hecaias: ?
The cat didn't understand.

But the cat was deeply shocked.

What on earth did you do?!?

(End of this chapter)