Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 536 The Goddess's Rebellion! (6K Lottery Results!)
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The sound was so subtle it was almost imperceptible, like a dewdrop silently sliding from the tip of a leaf into the pond.

However, in this sacred realm, which was unusually quiet due to the gods' restlessness, it clearly reached Herbert's ears.

He saw that the extra shawl on Freya's body, as if it had lost its support, quietly slipped off her rounded shoulders and piled up at her smooth feet.

Beneath the long robe, she was no longer dressed as the female hunter he had seen in the woods before, but instead wore a light gauze dress adorned with patterns.

Through the gauze dress, one could vaguely see that slender body full of natural power and beauty.

The skin has a healthy glow, with smooth and powerful lines, as if combining the agility of a cheetah in the forest with the resilience of an ancient tree vine, with blooming flowers cleverly concealing only the key areas.

It retains the sense of sacred inviolability while revealing a primitive and vibrant beauty of life without reservation.

This scene is truly beautiful, possessing a unique charm that can instantly captivate and enchant ordinary people.

But the question is—why?
A profound sense of bewilderment lingered in Herbert's heart, preventing him from losing his mind because of beauty, unlike other mortals.

The previous wariness and suspicion in Herbert's eyes were instantly replaced by immense confusion.

This sudden change was completely beyond his expectations.

What is the Goddess of the Forest trying to do? Is she displaying her divine form to demonstrate her authority? Or... is she really going to force herself on me here?
Herbert wasn't against it; he was never the kind of rigid person who would obediently follow the rules.

He just felt that... well... isn't our progress a little too fast?

Is it so exciting?

"..."

Under his puzzled gaze, Fulingya, having removed her robes, took a deep breath, and the rich life force of the Holy Domain surged into her lungs.

The blush on His face, a result of dispelling the power of [Pleasure], had not yet completely faded, but the hesitation and entanglement in His emerald eyes had been replaced by a firm resolve.

Fulingya made up her mind.

He strode forward, his bare feet treading on the soft grass, silently yet with an undeniable air, and stood silently before Herbert.

"..."

The two were very close, and Herbert could clearly feel the fresh scent emanating from Him, like a forest after the rain.

And there seemed to be a faint, barely perceptible... tension mixed in with it?
"Herbert".

Freya's voice was lower than before, carrying a suppressed emotion. She stared intently into Herbert's eyes and asked:
"Now, what are your thoughts?"

Thoughts?

Uh... can I say I feel like I'm about to lose my virginity?

I feel like I'm being prepared as an ingredient by a chef, about to be cooked—I'm fucking going to be stir-fried!
Herbert's alarm bells hadn't completely gone off, but faced with the goddess's direct questioning and the extraordinary scene before him, he cautiously chose to reveal some of his true thoughts.

"Confuse,"

He maintained a polite demeanor, lowered his gaze slightly to avoid the overwhelmingly imposing figure, and slowly said, "Madam, I... am very confused right now and cannot understand what is happening at this moment."

Then, he nodded slightly and added a sincere compliment in a steady tone.

"But at the same time... I must also admit that the form you are presenting at this moment, like this sacred place itself, contains an awe-inspiring, primal and pure beauty."

The ordinary person's answer was appropriate, even praising, but it also clearly expressed their confusion.

Upon hearing his reply, Fulingya's eyes flickered with a complex expression.

He didn't seem surprised by his doubts; rather, it was as if he had confirmed something through them.

“Herbert, it’s normal for you to have doubts.”

Fulingya spoke softly, her voice carrying a sense of urgency to distance herself from something, or perhaps she was searching for a justification for her next actions:
"Let me clarify first, this was not my intention."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts: "It was not my own initiative to... bestow a reward in this form, but rather a suggestion He made after speaking with the Goddess of Winter."

After mentioning the name of another deity, Freya's expression softened somewhat, as if this would provide a justification for her actions and make her seemingly outrageous behavior seem "reasonable."

That's right.

I was forced into this situation.

These are all other people's ideas; I never intended to do it on my own initiative...

He continued to explain, his tone gradually regaining some of the composure befitting a deity, yet revealing the next course of action more clearly:

"He suggested... that I, in my divine form as the Queen of the Treants, perform the 'Treant Embrace' ritual on you."

"It will be an embrace, an exchange, or rather, a gift."

He chose his words carefully, trying to avoid overly explicit expressions.

“I will draw a small portion of the vital energy of mortals from your body, and in return, I will bestow upon you a purer and more nourishing ‘breath of life’.”

"This is not about taking, but about a cycle, a natural gift and return. Only through this special ritual can the reward you receive truly become part of your life essence."

He gazed intently at Herbert, as if to say, only in this way can your achievements be matched, only in this way can you be "satisfied".

"So that's how it is..." Herbert blinked, murmuring unconsciously, feeling the world was so wonderful.

Advice from the Goddess of Winter?
hiss……

I don't think I have much social interaction with this goddess, do I?

The only connection seems to be that I abducted His cat... No, Hecaias will still come home; I just have a very good relationship with Him.

How could He have given Freya such an overstepping suggestion?

What exactly is the attitude of the goddess of winter towards me?
Is it well-intentioned?
But isn't this kindness a bit too much?

In addition, is there the [Embrace of the Treant] ritual?

This is quite an unexpected reward.

This ritual involves the tree spirit casting the spell voluntarily bestowing its power upon the person being embraced.

Putting aside the other abilities bestowed upon him, this one ability alone is enough to move everyone.

life.

Legendary treants can grant the embraced person a full ten years of life, while epic treants can directly grant an extra hundred years or more of life!

So, what can a god-like tree spirit give to the one it embraces?

A lifespan of a thousand years?

No, no, no, at the level of deities, this becomes an extra.

Herbert is still young, and the prospect of a thousand years of life holds little allure for him.

What truly moved Herbert was the other gift beyond lifespan... Could it be a saint-level special ability?
Even Herbert couldn't refuse this special power.

The gods and mortals, each lost in their own thoughts, fell silent.

"..."

Before this intimate contact could truly begin, Freya suddenly remembered something and asked, "Or perhaps, would you be willing to accept the divine office of 'God of Sand and Stone'? Through this, you could be deified and become a member of the nature pantheon?"

Having been thrown off balance by that bitch Bertram, I almost forgot about this special reward.

This is an opportunity that ordinary people can hardly imagine, a shortcut to instant success.

However, Herbert refused almost without hesitation: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, but I am sorry I cannot accept this reward."

"The Earth pantheon is known for its extreme xenophobia. As an outsider, even if I manage to squeeze in, I'm afraid I'll have no place to stand, let alone gain respect."

"Not to mention, I myself was one of the reasons for the death of the God of Sand and Stone. Although the fault lies with Him, I don't think the other gods will reason with me."

His reasoning was realistic and clear-headed; he would not accept a priesthood even without the "Embrace of the Tree Spirit."

Furthermore, he had never thought much of the divine office of the God of Sand and Stone.

"As expected..."

Fulingya was not surprised at all. She even sighed almost inaudibly, as if confirming an answer she had already expected.

Herbert's refusal seemed to have actually made His last bit of hesitation disappear.

"Madam, compared to Ms. Winter's suggestion, what are your own thoughts?"

But just before Freya could make her next move, Herbert suddenly spoke up and asked seriously, "Do you yourself wish to hold this ceremony?"

Freya pursed her lips and gave Herbert a deep look.

"..."

He could have remained silent.

As long as you don't ask that question, you can naturally enjoy the benefits of the ritual.

Then, He began to reveal His true thoughts, hidden beneath the pretext of "the suggestion of the goddess of winter."

"At first, I was against it."

"But... I hate being looked down upon, being assumed that I'm afraid!"

When those words came out of Freya's mouth, they carried a clear, long-suppressed sense of annoyance.

His gaze seemed to pierce through Herbert and look toward someone who wasn't there—the god of love who was keen on weaving love affairs and enjoying the spectacle.

That damn bitch!
"I realized that I seem to be underestimated."

Freya's voice was calm, yet it contained a terrifying power.

“Bertella’s provocation was essentially a kind of petty coercion. She thought that I… definitely wouldn’t be able to lower myself to truly and personally ‘recruit’ a hero worth investing in.”

"What He wants to see is me helpless, a joke of me following the rules but ultimately getting nothing."

"And what angers me even more is... He wasn't wrong."

Annoyance and helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Goddess of the Forest, but in the end they turned into powerlessness. She sighed and said, "If it were me before, I would have indeed given up after struggling with the decision, just as He predicted."

"That's me, a child in the eyes of the nature pantheon and in the eyes of others, a timid and cautious fellow."

Since assuming the position of acting god, how much contempt has he been subjected to?
There are probably too many to count.

“But…they are wrong, I am different now.” His gaze gradually sharpened, and the unyielding majesty of the Lord of the Forest began to manifest.

“I’ve been obedient for so long… This time, I’m going to rebel.”

Freya's expression remained calm, but her words were like thunderclaps, exploding in Herbert's heart.

He saw a completely different side of this goddess, no longer the gentle, aloof natural agent who seemed to forever follow some ancient law.

This is His own idea, no longer the puppet sitting in the position of the master of the pantheon.

"Bertella, didn't you think I couldn't do it? Weren't you waiting to see me make a fool of myself?" The Goddess of the Forest raised her head slightly, as if making a declaration to the void.

"This time, I'm not going to let you have your way!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unwavering resolve.

"I am the representative of the nature pantheon, the undisputed queen of this forest! Not a little girl who can only hide away and sob pitifully after being teased by you!"

His words revealed a long-suppressed resentment as he whispered, "I've had enough... enough of being someone who can only follow the rules and stick to conventions."

I rebelled!

I'm going to rebel now!!!

After issuing her "declaration of rebellion," Freya's gaze refocused on Herbert, with a strange light in it.

"After you helped me completely destroy the God of Sand and Stone, I felt... as if a door to a new world had been opened before my eyes."

His tone carried a hint of wistful recollection as he softly said:

“I saw another possibility—that we don’t have to follow the rules forever, and we don’t have to stick to those old, suffocating rules.”

Rules only bind those who follow them.

We need to respect the rules, but we don't have to blindly follow them!
Fulingya felt that she had finally awakened.

Besides Herbert, He also attributed this awakening to the "advice" of the goddess of winter, and felt secretly grateful to her.

"The fact that the Goddess of Winter gave me such unusual advice must have been a subtle reminder that I shouldn't get too hung up on the rules... Hmm!"

Because of the Winter Goddess's consistent trust, Fulingya didn't think too much about it and felt that she hadn't seen through the other party's good intentions at the beginning.

Thank you, Ms. Winter!

I understand everything now!

At the same time, He also clearly realized that the mortal in front of Him was innocently dragged into His "rebellion".

"Feel sorry."

Fulingya's voice softened, filled with sincere apology.

"You've become a 'victim' of this... It's all because of my own willfulness. I will definitely make it up to you later."

As Herbert listened to the goddess's unexpected self-analysis, his wariness quickly subsided and turned into admiration.

So that’s what happened.

He hesitated for a moment, looking at the goddess before him who had shed her divine aura, revealed her true emotions, and even displayed a touch of clumsy stubbornness, then gently shook his head and whispered:

"Uh...it's okay."

“If this is what you expect, madam, then I have no reason to refuse.”

Although something felt off, and I wondered if this naive goddess had misunderstood something... whatever!

Anyway, I'm not losing out!
"Call me by my name."

Suddenly, Fulingya made a request. She hoped to break down the barrier of identity and hoped that in this action that she initiated and broke the rules, both sides could be in a more equal and intimate position.

"Uh...Ms. Freya?"

"Hehe, the person I remember you as isn't usually so humble and formal, Herbert."

Fulingya tilted her head slightly, a barely perceptible smile flashing in her eyes, as if to say, "We've already come this far, why bother with the superficial politeness?"

Herbert looked at Him for a moment, and finally accepted with a "helpless" but also relaxed attitude: "Alright then, Freya."

Everyone heard it, it was He who made me call out like that.

"Are you really doing this voluntarily?" Fulingya asked again, her gaze fixed directly into his eyes, leaving no room for evasion.

Herbert was silent for a moment, and he could sense the barely perceptible tension and shyness hidden beneath the other's determination.

Finally, he gently shook his head, his tone gentle yet firm:
“Although I am a paladin, I am not so insensitive as to say hurtful things to a lady who has finally mustered up the courage.”

Having received his clear and unbiased response, Fulingya seemed to finally unload her last burden and let out a long sigh of relief.

"call……"

He said no more, but began to guide the already prepared ceremony.

As Fulingya's thoughts fluctuated, the entire Natural Sacred Realm seemed to come alive, responding to its call.

The flowers and plants around them began to sway gracefully without any wind, as if playing a silent melody.

The thick vines, like a giant python awakening, grew and intertwined rapidly, forming a dense green curtain that completely isolated the interior space from the outside world.

However, the inside of the curtain did not fall into darkness.

Many flowers that originally only emitted a soft glow at night now lit up all at once under the control of the Lord of Nature.

A mix of soft, shimmering light—deep blue, pale purple, luminous green, moon white—intertwined, illuminating this isolated space as if it were a dream.

The light was hazy and dreamlike, flowing over Freya's lithe body and outlining her alluring silhouette, adding an indescribable, enchanting, and sacred atmosphere to the upcoming ceremony.

In this space that belonged only to them, Fulingya fell silent, gently swaying her body as she began a special dance.

The Treant Embrace ritual is certainly not as simple as just a direct embrace.

Before this, the tree spirits who need to perform the spell must perform a complete dance to stir up each other's emotions, embracing each other freely at the peak of their emotions.

This dance is not any known dance step in the human world. It is wild and free, carrying the breath and pulse of the forest. Every turn and every stretch seems to interpret the most primal rhythm of life.

His long hair was like a flowing waterfall, and his body language was a wonderful fusion of strength and gentleness.

This dance was performed solely for Herbert, showcasing the pure, wild, yet graceful beauty of nature to him in its entirety.

"..."

Herbert stared blankly, almost forgetting to breathe.

Even though we were prepared, the scene before us was beyond our comprehension; it was a magnificent sight that only existed in legends.

Then, Freya danced and approached Herbert, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

He took his hand and pulled him up from the ground.

Herbert did not resist. Following Freya's gentle yet irresistible guidance, he awkwardly but involuntarily joined the mysterious dance, following Herya's rhythm.

Their figures spun and intertwined in the hazy light and shadow.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle force came, and Herbert felt himself lose his balance and fall forward.

He didn't fall to the ground, but instead landed in a warm, strong embrace filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass.

Freya embraced him from the front, her arms encircling his back, pressing their bodies tightly together.

Herbert could even clearly feel the same rapid heartbeat emanating from beneath His chest.

The ceremony should have been led by Freya at this moment, completing that "exchange" embrace.

However, perhaps it was the dance that stirred up emotions, or perhaps it was the lingering afterglow of the surrounding joy that had not yet completely dissipated.

Or perhaps, it was simply that Fulingya was immersed in the freedom of breaking the rules, indulging in her deepest desires.

The goddess, her mind racing, forgot her initial plan, which was intended to offer a reward.

He tilted his head back, following his instincts, and with an almost pious passion, kissed Herbert's neck, then moved up to his lips and unconsciously pressed them against his.

"Well!"

It was an awkward yet passionate kiss, full of exploration and confused emotions.

The moment their lips touched, Fulingya seemed to regain a sliver of reason, realizing her "loss of control."

!!!

His body stiffened slightly, and he wanted to pull back and end this kiss that had gone beyond the original plan.

It should have just been a hug, what am I doing now?
But just as He was about to back down, Herbert moved.

Having been in a passive state of acceptance, when he felt that genuine, unpretentious enthusiasm, and then His intention to escape, something that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be ignited.

He was no fool; faced with such a beautiful goddess, who was now displaying astonishing charm, offering him a kiss, his heart was already filled with a stirring of excitement.

withdraw?
Did you realize you'd made a big mistake after you'd finished flirting?

Now you want to run away?
It's too late!

Just as Freya was about to back away, Herbert raised a hand and firmly embraced her slender yet resilient waist, preventing her from escaping.

At the same time, she lowered her head, no longer a passive recipient, but responded to His kiss with the same or even more fervent attitude.

Turning the tables, she returned the kiss deeply.

“Hmm!!?”

This sudden and forceful response completely softened Fulingya's body, and her last bit of hesitation vanished.

Since we've already rebelled... let's rebel to the very end.

Seeking that thrilling taboo and novelty, he cast aside all his concerns and awkwardly began to return the kiss.

At the same time, the vibrant divine power and the tempered, fiery life essence within Herbert's body began to naturally merge and circulate, forming a perfect closed loop.

The glowing plants shone even brighter at this moment, and their swaying dance became even more enthusiastic, as if they were cheering for their "rebellion".

Within the sacred realm, light and shadow intertwined, and auras mingled.

(End of this chapter)