Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 474 Refusing to Help Someone in Need? (Bonus Chapter 261 for 6K Views)
"Thank goodness we escaped!"

A gaunt, beast-man-like youth clenched his fists, exclaiming with lingering fear, "You have no idea what I saw last night!!!"

"That spellcaster, he... he summoned a monster! An incredibly huge monster! That's right, a tree! A tree-man!!!"

"It's at least ten times taller than this tree! It really is that tall! Really!"

"It destroyed the camp! It..."

He was trembling uncontrollably, speaking rapidly and incoherently, trying to tell others everything he had seen and heard the previous night.

"Thank goodness we escaped, otherwise, we would have ended up like them, so pitiful... Waaah!"

He felt relieved, but as he finished speaking, his lips trembled violently, and he knelt down in sorrow, sobbing softly.

He seemed to be expressing gratitude for his pitying fate, and also repenting to his people whom he had abandoned.

Seeing his repentance, the others, though unaware of the specific details, already understood what had happened, and were immediately shaken.

They had already anticipated this outcome after making the heartless decision to abandon their people and leave alone.

They have no regrets about that decision and feel it was a necessary sacrifice.

Even after hearing the news that their people had encountered a monster, they breathed a sigh of relief and felt even more fortunate for their decisive action.

But those people were, after all, their own people, their once loving relatives, even their elderly parents and young children.

How could they not be saddened? How could they not be angry upon hearing the tragic news?
"What happened? Tell me quickly! How are the others?!"

"Stop crying! Explain yourself clearly!"

"Get up! Speak quickly!"

Although I already had the answer in my heart, I couldn't help but ask again, wanting to get a definite result.

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

The young scout shook his head repeatedly, unwilling to recall the feeling. He held his head and whispered, "After it appeared, I ran away and only went back after things calmed down... Nothing was left, absolutely nothing!"

"The entire camp is destroyed! All the houses have collapsed! Everyone has been taken away, nothing has been left behind... Hahaha, nothing at all!"

He gave a bitter laugh, a somewhat manic laugh, nearly collapsing from the trauma and inner torment.

"What did you say?"

The remaining people collapsed to the ground upon hearing the answer, tears streaming down their faces.

Also strange.

It was clearly them who kept asking, unwilling to give up until they got an answer.

But after actually receiving the answer, I couldn't accept the result.

They felt both relieved and saddened.

Such complex emotions ultimately led to an even more distorted result—they took action.

"You're still laughing?!"

It's unclear who made the first move, but someone kicked the young scout in the stomach, which triggered a chain reaction. A group of people swarmed around him, punching and kicking him.

"You can still laugh?!"

"You beast!"

They vented their anger and helplessness on the person in front of them—this cold-blooded fellow who refused to help his people in their time of need!
"You actually stood by and watched them die?!"

They roared in anger.

Why didn't you come back and tell us?!

They kept questioning them.

"Yes! If you tell us, I... I can go back and save them!"

They vented their anger on the scout, punching and kicking him violently.

How could you be so heartless?!

It seems that they can prove their deep affection for their people by doing this.

It's as if venting one's anger on others proves that they still retain humanity and are not beasts who abandon their wives and children.

The scout who was sent back to investigate did not fight back when he was beaten, letting them hurt him while he kept apologizing.

He was using this method to repent, using the physical pain to numb himself.

But this farce didn't last long.

Just as the scout was on the verge of death, the one-eyed burly man who had been watching coldly from the sidelines for a while spoke authoritatively: "Enough! Stop it, all of you!"

The authoritative voice silenced everyone, bringing the frenzied beastmen back to their senses, and they all turned to look at the speaker.

The one-eyed strongman was named Rafe. He was originally a powerful warrior in the Beast-Eared Clan, second only to Brook in strength, and was also a strong candidate for the next clan leader.

Indeed, the leader they elected was the "patriarch" of the new clan.

"With you all like this, aren't you just letting your people sacrifice themselves in vain!"

Rafe was equally grief-stricken, but he didn't show it. His eyes welled with tears, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Remember their sacrifice! Be grateful for their contributions!"

He channeled the grief into the crowd, offering heartfelt encouragement: "That's right! We are all able to survive because of their sacrifice... They certainly wouldn't want to see us in this shameful state."

"After all, we are the hope of the clan now... Yes, we are hope! As long as we live, we will one day avenge them!"

"revenge!!!"

Compared to the taciturn Brook who only knows how to get things done, Rafe, who is slightly weaker in terms of hard power, is better at inspiring people and has a high level of prestige.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to persuade these people to abandon the others and leave with him at that time.

At this moment, under his deliberate guidance, the crowd gradually "came to their senses" and justified their actions, realizing that what they were doing was correct.

This wasn't an escape; they were trying to preserve the clan's bloodline!
This is not abandonment; they are preparing for revenge in the future!
With Rafe's enthusiastic encouragement, everyone's eyes grew brighter and their guilt lessened.

Yes, that's it!
That's what I was thinking at the time!
"We thank them for their sacrifice, and then we avenge them!"

"revenge!"

"We must survive, so that one day we can avenge them!"

"revenge!!!"

They gritted their teeth, they rubbed their fists together, they shouted themselves hoarse.

They... were completely unaware.

As this group of people roared and loudly expressed their "lofty ambitions," they were completely immersed in their own world.

They were completely unaware that a pair of cold, rocky eyes were watching them from the ground not far away.

He had absolutely no interest in the hateful words of these weak ants.

Whether these guys really have the courage they claim to have, He doesn't care and won't change His mind.

Now, He is simply waiting for night to fall.

He will kill these guys.

They were cruelly crushed with boulders.

Then, through their deaths, they will force out the guy who dared to insult him!
Don't you want to be a hero?
I want to see if you'll just stand by and watch them die!

……

……

"Of course I will."

In the mist outside Eldar territory, Herbert, cradling the snow kitten he had summoned, strolled leisurely and said with a smile:

“Since that guy has made such a tough statement, he definitely won’t give up. He will make another move tonight. No, he may have already manifested himself.”

"And after I take the beast-eared clan away, He will most likely come after those guys."

Thinking of those guys who thought they had escaped with their lives, a faint sneer flashed in Herbert's eyes.

Since you've committed such a despicable act as abandoning your wife and children, do you really think you won't pay any price?

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded; it's just a matter of whether it comes sooner or later.

Herbert would not take the initiative to punish those traitors, after all, it was the choice of the Beast-Eared Clan in the past, when they did not belong to him.

However, Herbert would not offer any assistance, leaving them to fend for themselves.

This is retribution for Rafe and his gang; it is the fruit of the seeds they sowed.

They brought this upon themselves, and hopefully they will learn from it.

Since you've chosen to make others "necessary sacrifices," you must also be prepared to become someone else's "sacrifice," right?
Herbert chuckled derisively, thinking to himself, "I'm sure Blake and the others will thank you for your sacrifice when they find out, huh? Heh."

Of course, Herbert wouldn't tell Blake and the others the truth on his own initiative.

They are already their own people; they don't need this hatred to propel them forward, nor do they need to comfort themselves with their tragedy.

For these poor beastmen, the past is the past, and there's no need to look back.

They need to go out and move forward boldly.

They were saved by the merciful gods and came to a new home.

As for those who left, Rafe... they successfully achieved the freedom they desired.

Let this wonderful misunderstanding continue.

Everyone has a bright future.

As for revenge, let me, this "god," take care of that.

After all, they're one of our own now.

“Hecaias, just listen to me. Tell these words to Lady Mori completely, and I believe she will understand what I mean.”

After Freya's "special emphasis" last time, Herbert vaguely guessed that this little messenger cat was unreliable and would most likely miss or distort his original intentions.

When it comes to intelligence transmission, this kind of guy is more terrifying than a big mouth who can't keep a secret.

Fortunately, what I was passing on wasn't anything confidential, so a few mistakes didn't matter.

"Why are you all emphasizing this? I feel like you're mocking me... Humph!" The Ice Goddess was at most simple-minded, not really stupid, so how could she not notice their repeated emphasis?

No, you guys really don't believe me?!?
"Hehe, no, how could I not believe you? Great Lady Snow, you must have misunderstood me."

Hecaias looked up and rolled her eyes at Herbert, knowing she wouldn't get the answer she wanted, and then gave up on pressing him.

He had noticed. When Herbert spoke to Him in an unusually respectful tone, it was when he was most disrespectful of himself!
That guy is absolutely despicable!

The conversation stalled, and the Ice Goddess, not wanting to leave so soon and wanting to enjoy Herbert's "service" a little longer, turned the topic to the Beast-Eared Clan.

"By the way, how are those little ones doing? Oh, Sister Fulingya asked me to ask that for you, not me!"

"Yes, yes, I understand, mmm."

Herbert knew exactly what the kitten was thinking, but didn't point it out. He ran his fingers deftly through the fluffy fur and answered for it in a serious tone: "They were surprised that I could actually bring them here."

Of course, this is understandable.

For the beast-eared clan, everything that happened last night felt like a dream.

It's even more bizarre than a dream!

Where have these wandering guys ever seen such a bizarre turn of events?

First, a god descended upon Casey, then the god easily subdued the terrifying giant tree-man, and finally jumped into the water and arrived at another place.

Even the various legends and stories passed down in the tribe are not as bizarre as this.

"Fortunately, they are relatively obedient."

"They didn't resist any of the arrangements, nor did they complain about the simplicity of the accommodations, but it was clear that they were all very reserved and uncomfortable, as if they were on the verge of a mental breakdown."

Herbert smiled gently and said softly, "After all, they have just escaped danger and they haven't quite recovered yet. It's perfectly normal that they can't process it all at once."

"After some time, once they've adapted, they'll naturally understand that this place is safe and their new home."

"Ms. Forest need not worry about the future of the beast-eared clan; Elda will provide them with protection."

"Of course, if He really feels uneasy, He can find time to talk to me in person."

Of all that Herbert said, the last sentence is the key point.

He has perfectly resolved the problem and exceeded expectations; it's time to ask the wealthy client for the final payment.

Woman, it's time to send the money.

Although He had already given Herbert three rather precious leaves, Herbert felt he could try even harder.

What if we can squeeze out some more?

They are the nominal chief deity of the natural pantheon, with a large and wealthy family, so they certainly don't need to worry about such a small amount of money.

Rich woman, hungry, need food.

Someone once said that a true man should not be corrupted by wealth and honor, swayed by poverty and hardship, or subdued by force.

Herbert thought he was right.

However, Herbert was always very flexible when it came to getting money from wealthy women.

He has always had a very flexible moral bottom line.

Stop talking nonsense and get the money first before talking about ideals and beliefs.

Herbert was pondering how to start the conversation when he met Freya, while Hecaias felt himself growing increasingly sleepy as he was unconsciously stroked.

“Oh, okay, I will… I will tell Him, I…”

He yawned widely and then simply closed his eyes.

Unfortunately, before Herbert could even lift the kitten's eyelids and say "Hecaias is not asleep either," His icy incarnation shattered silently.

I know they're asleep.

Those who don't know might think He's a monster.

! ! ?

Herbert stared wide-eyed, his clear gaze as helpless as a raccoon washing cotton candy in water.

Why are you suddenly acting like this?!

"what!"

Having witnessed this tragedy firsthand, Miss Harmony immediately wept, exclaiming, "Look what you've done! You've killed Him!"

"No—that's not how it is!"

"It's all your fault!"

"I don't!"

The two of them performed a short skit for a while, then simultaneously fell silent, instantly returning to calm.

Then, a petite figure leaped out from the shadow beneath him and landed lightly on his shoulder.

The figure of Nena sat leisurely on his shoulder, her slender, naked feet swinging back and forth, and she stretched lazily with a grin.

Herbert glanced at Him but said nothing. He turned back, composed himself, and walked quietly through the mist with a faint smile on his lips.

As he walked silently, the mist reacted, and illusory figures disappeared into the shadows behind him.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

In just a few breaths, over a thousand mist wolves followed Herbert.

The Mist Wolves are pack monsters that are accustomed to following the strongest wolf king.

The stronger the wolf king, the stronger their strength will be.

When Herbert was not around, they were led by Aite, the wolf king whom he had personally appointed.

But when he returned, they spontaneously followed the real "Wolf King".

Although Herbert no longer needs them for protection, he has not resisted their following.

After Herbert obtained the "Statue of the Virgin," he had almost stepped into the realm of the gods and possessed divine perception.

Now, he can feel the power of faith.

Having mastered this ability, Herbert was able to clearly know the "loyalty" of his subjects to him based on the amount of faith they possessed.

The beast-eared clan, whom he had just saved, was still in a daze. They generally had faith in him, but none of them were very deep.

To his surprise, the young female pastors also had some feelings for him—weren't they believers in kittens?

Are you all traitors too?

Well, not entirely. There was one particular girl who lacked loyalty to herself and instead harbored feelings that Herbert found strange.

Why was the gaze of that girl, whom he had long since discovered to be a chosen one of the gods, looking at him with such... tenderness?

Especially after she led the beast-eared clan to Eldar, the look she gave her was first one of surprise, then understanding, and finally satisfaction.

No, little sister, what kind of look is that?!?
Why do I feel like you're seeing your child succeed... Are you my mom?

Herbert didn't understand, but he didn't point it out. He planned to observe this girl, whose maternal instincts were overflowing, for a while longer.

Aside from the centaur lady, who had long been a fanatic, the most loyal to her were actually this group of misty ghost wolves!

They were more devout than the Grey Dwarves, and more devoted to Herbert than the Heroic Spirits. In addition, their sheer number provided Herbert with a great deal of faith power.

Herbert doesn't need this faith yet, so it naturally goes to the Lady of Harmony sitting on his shoulders.

He could feel that as he absorbed this power of faith, Nenasha's power was slowly increasing, and her body was becoming more and more solid.

If things continue like this, He will eventually grow to a normal size!
You can't escape!

Herbert knew this, and Nenasha knew it too.

They had already mentioned it once before, so they tacitly avoided bringing it up again.

Some things lose their meaning if you talk about them too much.

"..."

Herbert walked slowly, seemingly aimlessly, half-closing his eyes to sense the atmosphere around him, searching for a suitable place to plant the thorn seeds.

But after wandering around Elda for a long time, Herbert couldn't find a place that satisfied him. He shook his head silently and muttered to himself:

"No, the energy in the outer mountains is still a bit lacking. If we want it to grow faster, we need to go deeper into the mountains..."

The little figurine on her shoulder tilted its head and interjected, "So? We're planning to continue deeper inside?"

"Yes, exploring the inner ring was inevitable, and with the arrival of the beast-eared clan, it's time to put this on the agenda."

Herbert nodded, his eyes half-closed, and said slowly, "However, before that, we need to wait for my promotion to be completely completed, and for a good opportunity to arise."

Exploring inwards will inevitably lead to danger, and battles are unavoidable. I can't just stand by and watch every time—that would be too boring.

"Oh, I see. By the way, where are we going now? To scout ahead?"

Nenasha asked this because she noticed that although Herbert kept saying he would wait for the right opportunity, he kept moving towards the inner edge of the ring road.

“Sophia mentioned something strange to me before, it seems like a tree is moving this way, and I’m going to see it for myself this time.”

Herbert had many guesses about that big tree that was clearly heading towards Elda.

"Could it also be related to the pantheon of nature deities? An avatar of someone? Or..."

Herbert felt that his fate had recently become intertwined with the pantheon of nature, and he couldn't help but think about it.

After walking for a while, Herbert suddenly had a thought. He gathered the pack of mist wolf ghosts into his shadow, flapped his wings and flew high into the mist, quickly heading towards his destination.

Before long, he saw a particularly conspicuous large tree.

Unlike the thorn tree-man transformed from the withered one, this is a true behemoth, standing a hundred meters tall, with a massive canopy that blocks out the sun.

Before he could even marvel at the sheer size of the other party, his gaze was drawn to the figures above it.

At that moment, atop that giant tree, a snow-white figure, comparatively small in size, was brutally beating up two uninvited guests.

The white squirrel was delivering a barrage of punches to two dying black pythons.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every punch landed squarely, it felt so good!
Wait, you're a squirrel, why are you punching people?!
Just as Herbert was marveling at the squirrel's boxing skills, the squirrel suddenly turned around, as if it had noticed something.

"Another one!?"

The white squirrel suddenly glared at Herbert, and without saying a word, it leaped up and flew towards Herbert!

whoosh-

"Get out of here!"

Herbert: ? ? ?

(End of this chapter)