Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 479 You Don't Belong to Death, You Belong to Me (4.4K)
Friend, have you ever heard a tree sing?
Herbert said, "I've heard of that."

And I'm listening to it right now, right here in the middle of it.

"……hiss!"

As for the song it sang, how should it be described?
Two words.

Ugly.

Seven characters.

The harsh, discordant sounds were unbearable to hear!
To be more specific...

When you feel like you're in top form, sing a heartfelt song while showering in the bathroom, record the perfect performance on your phone, and play it back later.

Wait, that's strange. Aren't I supposed to be a singing god? So what is this off-key noise...?

Yes, that's the feeling.

Herbert could sense that the singer was very satisfied with his performance and was completely immersed in his art.

It was completely immersed in its artistic performance.

"...Ahem!"

If it were just plain unpleasant to listen to, Herbert could tolerate it.

If you don't like it, you can just stop listening. There's no need to torture yourself.

The problem is, he now has to concentrate on understanding the song's ambiguous lyrics.

There seemed to be something different in the song of the sacred tree—it howled in a way that resembled recitation.

Yes, Herbert decided to call this form of singing "howling"?
The howling was so desperate, so terrifying, and the singing so heart-wrenching.

Have you heard of "I Will Love You Till I Die"?

Listen to an older version of the lead singer hitting high notes with his buttocks clenched up when he got older, and then go off-key in all of them, completely out of tune, just screaming. That's about the feeling.

Other people's concerts cost money, but this guy's concert costs lives.

Moreover, "deadly" is not an exaggeration, but a physical description.

dong dong!

The moment Herbert "heard" it, he felt as if his heart had been struck hard, and the blood in his body began to rush.

He felt like his head was about to explode.

The rush of blood to his brain caused him some discomfort, but fortunately, his strong enough body was able to resist this level of interference.

Even so, Herbert still felt that every second of listening to the song was the greatest torture for him.

Purely psychological harm.

He felt like he was about to explode from the torment of nerve damage.

"It's been so long since I've heard such a terrible singing voice..." Herbert gritted his teeth, feeling like he was about to collapse.

Herbert is in great pain right now, and definitely more so than anyone else who heard it.

Because he had heard nice things before.

What the hell are you singing?

What do I usually listen to?
Fremei sang it just for me!

That's a mermaid!
What a voice she had! What a singing voice! What emotion she conveyed!

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It's awful, but I have to listen to it.

Herbert now feels as pathetic as a corporate slave whose boss and colleagues are all idiots, yet he has to grit his teeth and force a smile to keep going to work.

It's all for that little bit of gain.

The story told in the "song" made Herbert suppress his pain and endure listening to it.

The sacred tree of mist is singing.

With a desolate voice, he sings ancient stories from the beginning of the world.

Of the many songs, there was one that concerned Herbert the most. He listened to it repeatedly until he finally understood the specific lyrics.

It speaks in monologue, recounting its present state.

"I am the original root, the ancestor of all trees, standing tall with my broken spine in the long river of time."

“I once supported the desolation, I once sheltered the void, now only half of my charred lament remains.”

It reminisces, reflecting on the past of all things.

"I witnessed the first sparks of stardust, the first bursts of flame, and the flow of magma through the veins of the earth."

"I will plant my roots deep into the heart of chaos, and my branches will open up the first patch of azure sky."

"Back then, the newly born winds frolicked wildly, and my leaf was the only oasis on earth."

"The mountains rise slowly beneath my feet, and my sap is the surging blood of all things."

Its emotions suddenly became agitated, and it began to chant about the sacrifice.

"When the void is torn apart, the tides of shadow attempt to devour all the glimmer of light."

"I know that only the death of old trees can allow new buds to grow on scorched earth."

"I willingly offer myself as a sacrifice in a grand, raging fire, using branches as fuel to ignite the sun of salvation!"

It roared, not at any individual, but to declare to the world.

It proclaims its sacrifice and the birth of a new world.

Finally, everything calmed down, and its roars gradually became gentler, no longer so loud and passionate.

it says:

"I am a remnant, ashes, and even more so, an undying root."

"A new world will awaken from my charred silence..."

After the song ended, it fell into a long silence.

But not long after, it resumed its chanting and performed several other songs.

After belting out the song again, Herbert finally let out a long breath, signaling to Nenasha that she could stop.

"That's enough, you can stop now, that's about enough."

"Not listening anymore?"

"Hmm, let's not listen to it for now, since there's nothing new to hear anyway."

Herbert rubbed his temples, feeling as if his mind had been violated by the song.

As for why I didn't cover my ears, it's because it wouldn't make a difference. This singing isn't meant to be heard with the ears; it's pure mental pollution.

Waaaaah, I'm not clean anymore, waaaaah...

【“”】

Seeing Herbert in such pain, a hint of...pleasure flashed through Miss Harmony's heart.

whee.

Did I make you insist on listening? Are you upset?

He immediately took advantage of the situation, raising the price drastically, and said with a grin: [“Don’t want to listen? Fine, then beg me!”]

"Come on~ Don't be shy! I won't tell anyone else!"

Nenasha tried to initiate an interaction to deepen their relationship, provocatively saying, "Beg me, and I'll let you go~"

But Herbert had no energy to cooperate and no intention of resisting; he simply begged.

"Ha...please, my dear goddess, please let me go."

Herbert pursed his lips helplessly and sighed, "Please let me go. If I keep listening, I'm afraid I'll really have a mental breakdown."

He felt as if glistening tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes, as if they were about to shatter completely at any moment.

Oh——

???

Nenasha, unusually flustered, quickly tried to comfort her: "Hey, hey, hey! Don't be so sad, we won't listen anymore, we won't listen anymore!"

【"stop!"】

The next instant, the roar in his ears vanished, and the long-lost peace allowed Herbert, who was on the verge of breaking, to let out a long sigh of relief.

"call……"

No, even if I can't hear it, my head still feels buzzing, and I feel like there are still people wailing and howling in my ear.

He shook his head and banged his head hard, trying to knock out the remaining contaminants.

"Um, are you alright?"

Nenasha asked with some guilt, "Oh dear, I really didn't mean to... well, although I did, I really didn't expect you to feel so bad."

"fine."

Herbert shook his head and said very obediently, "It's nothing. I know you didn't mean it. I don't blame you."

"Don't worry, I won't blame you for such a trivial matter."

After saying that, he calmly added, "Even if I deliberately act like I dislike you, my feelings for you won't diminish."

“He did that just to use the opportunity to make you feel guilty, and in doing so…” Herbert’s expression twisted slightly as he said this, as if he was having an internal struggle.

But after a moment of silence, he continued, "I will most likely... use this to manipulate you a little, make you uneasy, and then forgive you, making you even more dependent on me."

After struggling to finish speaking, Herbert frowned deeply.

wrong.

There must be something wrong!
Did I say something wrong?
No!
He instinctively felt that he had said something extraordinary, but he couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with it.

[“Eh?”]

???

Okay, so frank?
Nenasha was so shocked by Herbert's response that she didn't know how to reply.

who are you?
That awkward Herbert would never be so frank!

who are you?
Who is this adorable guy?!?
Nena quickly realized Herbert's condition—he was still affected by the singing.

This song possesses a coercive effect similar to [True Word], which even Herbert, as His ally, cannot completely resist.

"There are no other negative effects, it's just that you're forced to tell the truth, there's no need to do anything special, you'll be able to get rid of it in a little while... Huh?"

Wait, does this mean...?

The figurine, Nena, jumped out, sat on Herbert's shoulder, and hurriedly called out, "Herbert!"

"Ok?"

"Do you love me?"

"Love."

Herbert's quick and firm reply made Nenasha's smile even brighter.

"How much...do you love me? Be more specific!"

He grinned mischievously, wanting to write down Herbert's answer so he could use it to tease him later.

Hey! You've already forgotten what happened to you back then~
result……

How much do I love you? I would be willing to die for you.

The answer was still firm and quick, as if it had been considered countless times in the mind.

【"Um!!?"】

Nena suddenly felt a little flustered and quickly stopped her, saying, "Wait, no, you don't have to say it like that..."

There's no need to be so pessimistic!

He wanted to offer this comfort, but was interrupted by Herbert's firm words.

“The path of opposing the gods is destined to be fraught with danger, and death is always a possibility. I knew this from the very beginning.”

"I am confident, but I will not be blindly arrogant. Even with the prophecy of the Silver Moon Goddess, I will not let my guard down."

"Anyone could die."

"Including me, including you, including them... I don't want to face that kind of future. I don't want to lose anyone."

Herbert narrowed his eyes and slowly uttered rational words: "What I can do is to do my best to prevent that future from happening."

"I don't want to die."

"But if it really comes down to the point where sacrificing just me could save you all, I might waver, and try... hmm?"

Herbert was about to give his final answer when his expression suddenly froze, and he shook his head violently.

"Um!!?"

He blinked in a daze, realizing what he had just done.

???

Did I just seem to be very... easy to talk to?

What did I say?
wrong!

Why did I say everything?!?

Damn the god of comedy!
What shameful things have you made me say?!
hateful!

Herbert turned around, his defenses crumbling: "Nenesha! What did you do to me? You—uh!!?"

!!!

All the words I wanted to hide were blocked between my lips and tongue—silenced by someone else's lips.

The paladin's light gray eyes suddenly widened.

He felt the warm, moist touch on his lips and was momentarily dazed.

In his eyes, a beautiful figure that should not exist in this world was reflected.

The gods have descended.

The god, who had been unwilling to return to his physical body, floated in mid-air, lowered his head to kiss his lover's lips, and gently bit his tongue.

Even as their lips and tongues parted, his gentle smile remained unchanged.

"You won't die."

Nena winked at Herbert, who was standing there dumbfounded, and laughed, "You won't die, I said."

“You do not belong to Death; a coward like Him does not deserve you.”

"You belong to me."

He gently cupped his lover's cheeks and kissed them lightly.

Then, He looked into His eyes and declared in a gentle yet undeniable tone.

"I will not allow you to leave me."

"I will not allow you to go to your death."

As He spoke, His figure gradually became transparent, eventually returning to the size of a figurine and settling back onto my shoulder.

The figurine, Nena, smiled and gave Herbert a light kiss on the cheek, chuckling, "No one has the right to take you away from me."

"Mortals can't do it, gods can't do it, no one can, and death certainly can't do it either."

"Okay, you can relax now—right?"

As He was speaking, Herbert suddenly grabbed Him in silence.

Eh?
Herbert squinted at the figurine of the god of humor that had just stolen his first kiss of the day, and angrily said, "...Change back."

You fucking think you can transform?!?

Change back!
Seeing him like this, Nenasha knew he had recovered, so she gave a provocative smile and shouted, "Don't even think about it! I won't! Ptooey ptooey~"

Herbert gripped the figure tightly, gritting his teeth, "Stop talking nonsense! Now! Change! Back! To! You—"

"I! Won't—"

……

……

The two close allies tore at each other for a while, then stopped as if on cue.

Neither of them mentioned the kiss they had just shared, nor did they bring up the idea Herbert had mentioned earlier.

The two of them stopped talking about what had happened before and began to analyze the state of the Misty Sacred Tree in a very methodical manner.

The Tree of Mist is conscious, but its mind is too vast.

It's like a giant, its gaze fixed on the things in the clouds, completely oblivious to the cries of the ants below.

It wasn't pretending to hear; it genuinely couldn't notice.

He is truly deaf.

At the same time, perhaps because it is essentially just an avatar of the Lord of Nature, its consciousness is somewhat too scattered.

The current state is more like a generalized consciousness; although it is aware of the outside world, it is extremely difficult to communicate with it.

That's really blind.

He was deaf and blind, but he could sing, and he sang terribly.

It is difficult to attract the attention of the Misty Sacred Tree unless you communicate with it continuously over a long period of time.

However, it's not entirely impossible to get in touch with it.

As long as the target is a demigod like a white squirrel.
Anyone whose strength reaches the level of a demigod, or even surpasses that of a demigod, can be considered a being in the clouds, worthy of its attention.

However, the white squirrel's demigod-like strength was somewhat questionable, and it was lacking in a certain aspect, so it had not been able to make a successful connection.

Having figured this out, Herbert looked at the white squirrel that was still muttering to the sacred tree but receiving no response.

"Ahem, hello!"

The white squirrel snapped out of its daze, looked down at the boy under the tree, and asked hesitantly, "Hmm? Why haven't you left yet?"

Herbert, upon hearing this, revealed a gentle smile that unconsciously inspired trust, and said softly:
"I have an idea."

Hello there!

The Misty Mountains Idea King has a brilliant new idea!
Please cooperate obediently and don't be ungrateful!

(End of this chapter)