Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 514 What a little glutton! (Smash)
Does it resemble me?

Ophelia was silent for a moment, looking into Herbert's sincere eyes, then suddenly chuckled and shook her head.

No, it doesn't seem like it.

She looked down at the flowers around her, reached out and picked up one, and said softly, "I'm not that perfect. That's just how you see me."

That's not right.

I am not that harmless.

"But the real me is even more wretched."

It's nowhere near as beautiful.

"It needs to be even more...imperfect."

The "she" that Herbert spoke of was not the real her; it was merely a distorted, false reflection in his eyes.

"Oh?"

Herbert raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his gaze turning strange, and retorted, "Do you mean you think everyone else is perfect?"

"Imperfection is the norm in this world."

"You are not perfect, I am not perfect, everyone is imperfect, even gods are the same."

"In this respect, even gods are inferior to mortals."

Herbert's words made Ophidia's eyes widen.

She wasn't surprised that he thought that way; this guy had always been so disrespectful to the gods.

But can these things be said casually in public?

"Don't worry, this is the Misty Mountains, they can't hear us."

Herbert knew what she was worried about, waved his hand, and casually laughed, "Besides, even if we heard it, so what? I would still say the same thing to their faces."

So what if I heard it?
Are you going to argue with me? Or are you planning to punish me?

“They have no right to judge me.”

Under the blazing sun, mortals and saints looked down on the gods and mocked them without any attempt to hide their sarcasm.

"Indeed, they do possess great power, but that does not mean they are the embodiment of perfection."

"Deities can be great, bright, and righteous, but that doesn't mean all deities are like that."

"Arrogance, greed, meanness, evil, madness... these are also them. Not only evil gods, but even those so-called benevolent gods cannot escape them."

The more we learn about the gods, the deeper our understanding of their pitiful nature becomes.

Herbert said softly:

"Even gods are not perfect."

The mortals were not speaking out of mockery, but rather with remarkable calmness, recounting the fragility of the gods.

"They are bound by their divine authority and constrained by their own power. Their thinking is more fragile than that of ordinary people, and they are more likely to go from one extreme to another."

Divine office is a powerful force, but it is also a strong constraint, a heavy shackle binding the gods.

Look at that brutal, scorching sun; it's a typical example of being overly influenced by the clergy, to the point that even one's self-awareness is almost assimilated by the rules.

From a mortal's perspective, He can indeed be seen as a great, glorious, and righteous representative, and the hope for saving the world.

But at the same time, that arrogance that has flowed into his bones is also a true reflection of his nature.

As for the other gods, how much better are they?

The god of lust, the embodiment of desire, has a very bad mind; he is a pure psychopath and is not a normal person.

Ice and Snow Goddess, well, this one doesn't count, it's just a stray cat.

The Silver Moon Goddess suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally goes into fits of madness.

There are many other deities we learn about from ancient texts. They are more or less influenced by their divine duties and gradually change in the direction expected by their divine duties.

Gods are not free.

As for Nenasa...

"Hmm? What are you trying to say?"

"Ahem, it's nothing. Lady Nenasa is truly flawless! Besides, I really want to see the perfect goddess in person. Do I have that chance?"

"...Hmph, we'll see sooner or later! Don't rush us, it's no use!"

Herbert listened to Miss Harmony's evasive excuses and secretly grimaced, thinking that he must find an opportunity to teach her a lesson.

But for now, let's get down to business.

Herbert, Herbert, how could you be such a scumbag, looking at the person in front of you while thinking about other women?
【"picture?"】

Nena was shocked by the stubbornness of some people.

Does he still "look" like a scumbag?
Could you please have some shame?

Herbert ignored Nenasha's disdain and continued to gently persuade Ophidia: "If even the gods can't do these things, why should we force ourselves to do them as well?"

There's no need to strive for perfection.

"We are not saints; imperfection is the norm for each of us."

"Imperfect faces, imperfect talents, imperfect personalities... Perhaps everything in life can never be perfect, maybe it's just a little bit short, but that's okay, that's who we are."

He picked up a petal from the ground, tore it into two irregular halves, and handed one half over.

“Every individual has shortcomings, and at this time, we need the help of others.”

Then, Herbert nodded to the thoughtful Ophidia, aligned the cuts of the two petals, and smiled:

“You see, what you lack may be exactly what I have, and what you have is exactly what I lack. Only when we come together can we truly achieve perfection.”

By this time, Ophelia fully understood what Herbert was trying to say and had to admit that she was persuaded.

It would be a lie to say that you weren't moved by someone's sincere advice.

But Ophidia is... a little resentful now.

This resentment wasn't directed at Herbert, but at himself.

Ophelia, you disgraceful wretch!
You are a knowledgeable and learned older sister, the embodiment of the wisdom of all mortals. How can you let this little guy lecture you like an ignorant child?

Uhhhhhhh!
Ophidia felt resentful, but she had to admit that being treated like a child again after so long was actually quite nice.

Of course, even if your heart softens, you still can't be soft-hearted with your words.

This is a matter of my dignity as the eldest sister!

So, after hesitating for a while, Ophelia looked at the small petal fragment in her hand, pouted, and stubbornly muttered:

"I...I'm not that bad."

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Herbert was stunned for a moment, then looked at the petals that he had deliberately torn crookedly, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, you really are... hahaha!"

He tried to suppress his smile, but found he couldn't control it at all, so he simply laughed heartily.

Seeing this, Ophidia, who was already lacking in confidence, became angry and complained in a muffled voice, "What are you laughing at?!"

"No, it's nothing, haha."

Herbert waved his hand repeatedly, smiling broadly as he handed over the flower petals he was holding: "Of course, I was just using it as a metaphor, I didn't mean anything else."

At the instant the two halves of the petals touched, a powerful life force spread from Herbert's fingertips and merged into the petals.

With a flash of white light, the two halves of the petal that had been torn were perfectly rejoined, without any trace of the tear.

Herbert placed the restored petals in Ophidia's palm and nodded in satisfaction: "This way, you look more like yourself."

Ophelia lowered her head, looking at the petal lying quietly in her palm, speechless. "..."

She suddenly realized that her previous stubbornness was completely meaningless.

What's the point of struggling?
Compared to their skill level, your tricks are simply insignificant, utterly pathetic...

"Ugh!"

After a moment, Ophelia sighed and decided to give up the pointless resistance and truly face the emotions in her heart.

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

She looked up at Herbert's smiling eyes and said earnestly, "Herbert, thank you for bringing me here, and... thank you for what you said, and for your attitude towards me."

"Perhaps I will never be able to respond to your feelings, nor will I be able to figure out my own true thoughts."

"However, everything I experienced today will undoubtedly become a precious memory for me."

"Herbert, please allow me to express my gratitude to you once again."

Ophidia lowered her head slightly and whispered, "Thank you for bringing me here, allowing me to escape the cage that has imprisoned me for thousands of years and gain temporary freedom."

"Thank you."

At this moment, there was no concealment, no dodging.

After a thousand years, Ophidia finally conveyed her thoughts to others without reservation.

Faced with her gratitude, the young man smiled and nodded, accepting this precious sentiment with equanimity.

You're welcome.

Then, Herbert tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Is this enough for you?"

"Don't you want to create more precious memories? Would you like a special keepsake?"

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Upon hearing this, Ophidia's expression immediately changed, as she sensed that their conversation was about to go astray again.

He's trying to mess with me again!

But having learned her lesson after several setbacks, Ophidia became wiser and didn't self-destruct right away.

She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "...What do you mean?"

What if I'm just overthinking it again?

"Of course—we should do something meaningful together."

Herbert said with a smile, "It's the kind of thing where you sow a seed today, and after a while it will blossom and bear fruit, and eventually you'll reap the harvest."

"As long as everything goes well, it will be able to accompany you in the future, when I am not by your side, and spend a long time with you."

???

Ophidia felt increasingly uneasy as she listened.

No matter how you look at it, what you said is about that matter, isn't it?!

Sowing, reaping...children?
Should we keep one child?

No, have we already fast-forwarded to this step?
"That's right!"

With a bright smile, Herbert reached for his clothes amidst Ophidia's panicked gaze and pulled out the thorn seeds.

Clang!

He held the epic-level demon seed high above his head and said excitedly, "Let's plant it together!"

Wait a minute! I don't think we've reached that stage yet; we should spend more time together... huh?

Ophelia's words caught in her throat at the last moment, and she stared blankly as Herbert held up the seed.

I knew it!

"……Ugh."

To be honest, Ophidia wasn't surprised by this turn of events. She rubbed her temples helplessly and looked at Herbert with a resentful expression.

You wicked fellow...

Herbert seemed oblivious to Ophidia's resentful gaze, continuing to say to himself, "Don't underestimate this seed; it's an epic seed that will accompany you through the next millennium."

"Although I want to say that I will always be by your side, such a promise is not very convincing, and you may not believe it right now."

"Then, let it keep you company for now."

Herbert's decision to entrust the care of the thorn seeds to Ophidia was not an impulsive one, but the result of repeated consideration.

Eldar doesn't lack an epic-level fighter who takes a long time to develop. Instead of wasting manpower and resources to cultivate a promising security guard, it's better to focus more on expansion and infrastructure.

If we leave it to Ophidia, not only will she have something to do, but it will also save her more energy... She'll definitely take good care of it, right?
A win-win situation, killing two birds with one stone – I won twice!
Of course, entrusting the seeds to the Goddess of the Forest for cultivation is also an option, which can accelerate their ripening in a short time.

However, he hadn't had enough contact with Fulingya and their relationship wasn't close enough. He worried that she might have hidden something in the way, so after weighing the options, he decided to give up.

"So, what should we do?"

After a moment of silence, Ophidia recovered, and her interest in cultivating an epic-level plant monster overshadowed her dissatisfaction with Herbert.

She didn't inquire about the origin of the seeds, because it was pointless.

If Herbert wanted to tell, he would tell without being asked; and if he didn't want to tell, forcing him would only yield lies.

It's better not to ask.

Since the other party was understanding and didn't ask, Herbert didn't explain further, but instead said earnestly:
"This species is highly aggressive. In order to make it abandon its hostility towards us as soon as it breaks through the soil, we need to use the blood of both of us to irrigate it."

As he spoke, he cut his fingertip and squeezed out blood mixed with gold.

Ophidia saw this and had no doubts. She also scratched her fingernail, causing blood to flow from her fair fingertip.

Their blood mingled in mid-air and fell onto the surface of the seed, like water droplets falling into a dry sponge, where they were quickly absorbed.

As the blood mingled with the seeds, the seeds that had initially resisted the two instantly calmed down and obediently fell.

"Phew, looks like everything's going well... Hmm!?"

Seeing this, Ophidia felt relieved and was about to withdraw her hand when she suddenly felt a warmth on her fingertip—Herbert had taken her bleeding fingertip into his mouth.

"Ugh, you've lost too much blood. Let me help you stop the bleeding, ugh."

???

"Herbert, you!?"

What the hell are you doing?
"Ok?"

Herbert looked up, blinked, and followed her gaze to his fingers, as if he understood something.

"Oh! You want some too? Oh dear, I can't refuse you, here you go."

What a little glutton!

(Sai)

Herbert shook his head "helplessly," and then... suddenly shoved his own fingers into Ophidia's mouth as well.

“Hmm!!?”

Ophidia experienced a sudden system crash, while Herbert reflected on the situation in his mind.

"Wow, we took such a long and roundabout route..."

Herbert gently licked the sweet blood seeping from his cold fingertips, his eyes crinkling with anticipation.

"I wonder what kind of interesting blessings this epic monster girl, Ophidia, can bring me?"

I've got my hands on the Blood of the Serpent of Knowledge!

(End of this chapter)