Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 544 Heading to a World Without You (Bonus Chapter 305!, 6.2K views)
The words of "Mother" were like a final judgment, shattering the last vestiges of hope in Teresa's heart.

The truth, like a dull knife, slowly sliced ​​through Teresa's heart, abruptly silencing her previously raging cries.

"..."

Her eyes widened as she stared blankly at her "mother," tears still clinging to her eyelashes, yet she forgot to let them fall.

She is afraid.

It wasn't because of fear of the identity of "mother," but because of a profound, tearing sadness.

Theresa was afraid, afraid... of losing her again.

Even though I never had it.

It was only in a dream that I had it for a few months.

Obviously...

"mom, Mom, Mom?"

Theresa's voice was terribly hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of her throat.

She reached out, wanting to touch the person's cheek, but abruptly pulled her hand back just as her fingertips were about to touch the skin.

"you……"

Faced with Teresa's excited reaction, the "mother" in front of her still had that familiar face, her gentle smile showing no malice as she looked tenderly at her daughter.

But what was different was that deep within those eyes was a complex emotion, almost one of pity, that Teresa had never seen before.

"Are you scared?"

The mother didn't mind Teresa's hesitation, but simply reached out and gently took her cold, slender hand in hers.

The warmth of those hands felt real, bearing the calluses left from years of housework and farm work.

Yes, everything is incredibly real.

It's as if every minute and every second in a dream is real.

So real, that even now, Theresa still doubts herself.

But the mother did not lie to her. Instead, she said softly, "I know you have many questions and a lot of reluctance, but I still have to tell you—this is just a dream."

"I am merely a mother you imagined in your dreams."

!!!

Although she had already guessed this possibility, the truth was still too cruel, causing Theresa's heart to clench.

"Why……"

Theresa's voice choked with sobs as she asked sadly, "Why did you give me such a dream? Why..."

Why do I always experience such sad things?

"Because this is your deepest desire, my child."

The "mother's" voice remained gentle, tinged with a faint sense of pity, as she softly embraced Teresa.

“You’ve had such a hard time out there… You’ve experienced so much loneliness and struggle, and your soul is yearning for a complete home that you’ve never had.”

The woman stroked Theresa's hair and whispered, "I simply responded to that longing, appeared before you, and let you finally understand what happiness should taste like."

"Theresa, are you happy now?"

Are you happy?
Theresa's lips were full of bitterness. She felt only sorrow as she embraced her "mother" warmly.

In those few short months, she truly felt her mother's love and experienced the life of having both parents.

"But, but, these are all..."

This is all fake.

fake.

It's all fake.

When the dream ends, everything will return to square one; it was all just a bubble...

Boom!
Suddenly, Theresa felt a sharp pain on her forehead, and all the jumbled thoughts in her mind were knocked out.

"What a silly child."

Holding her not-so-bright daughter, the woman said with a mixture of pity and helplessness, "Is all of this meaningless? Is it really meaningless?"

"Yes, the villages here are fictional, the life here is fake, and even I don't actually exist."

"But, my child, some things are true."

The "mother" loosened her embrace, cupped the girl's cheeks, looked intently into her daughter's eyes, and smiled gently.

"It is love."

"You are real, and the love you feel is real."

"Memories may be false, but my mother's love is real."

She looked at her child, who was already in a daze, and whispered lovingly, "I love you, my child."

"No matter where I am, no matter if I exist, no matter what happens to you... Mom will always love you deeply."

"And, Mom, I will always be with you."

Be with me?

In Teresa's blurry vision, "Mother" smiled and winked mischievously at her.

That smile was like ice melting in spring, carrying relief and blessings.

"From now on, I will live in your heart."

"This genuine love is now a part of you. It's not fake; it's the missing piece of your soul that has now become complete and stronger."

Theresa didn't understand the meaning of the sentence at first, but she quickly realized the significance behind it.

She instinctively grabbed her "mother's" wrist and asked anxiously, "Mom, are you going to leave me?"

Are you going to abandon me again?
Don't leave me!
I was clearly prepared, and I clearly understood that I had to wake up from this false dream.

But when the moment actually came, she still couldn't bear to part with it.

In contrast to the child's panic, the woman's expression was remarkably calm, and she even seemed inclined to joke.

"Silly child, this time it's not me abandoning you, this time it's you who's going to abandon your mother."

"Children cannot stay children forever. You must grow up, then bravely break free from your parents' constraints and live proudly."

"I know it's hard, but you have to be strong."

"Mother" gently patted Theresa's back, her voice tender yet firm: "This is not abandonment, it doesn't mean we don't love you. On the contrary, it's precisely because we love you that we have to give you a push from behind."

"But you must remember that you are not alone. No matter which world you are in, there are people who love you and support you."

"You are simply you, a unique Teresa."

"Accept your past and bravely face the future; this is the path you should take."

"Mother" looked at Theresa with a relieved smile, then suddenly showed a regretful expression and sighed softly.

"It's such a pity. Mom also wants to live with you like this forever, but it's not possible."

She reached out and gently stroked Theresa's hair, whispering, "Time is running out, you should go."

"Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, never give up. Mom will always be in your heart and with you."

"I love you, my child."

The "mother" reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, her eyes filled with reluctance, yet also with a hint of relief.

"But it is precisely because I love you that I hope you will not dwell on the pain of the past, nor cling to this false happiness."

"You need to go out and embrace real life."

"Isn't there someone waiting for you outside?"

Outside……

Teresa had gradually calmed down by this time. Although she was still reluctant to part with him, her expression was much more determined than at the beginning.

Yes, there are still people waiting for me.

Yuniel, and everyone in Elda, you must all be worried about me right now.

And... Lord Herbert.

If he saw me looking like this, would he be disappointed?
No, probably not.

He was such a gentle person.

Even if they see it, they will only encourage me and tell me to be strong.

courage.

Mother, please give me strength once more.

"……Um."

Under her mother's encouraging gaze, Teresa pursed her lips and finally nodded firmly.

Her timidity gradually dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

"I will be strong!"

She knew she couldn't stay where she was anymore; she had to bravely take the first step and face that cruel world full of unknowns yet also full of hope.

Although it was just a dream.

But she did indeed draw courage from her mother.

Theresa rolled out of bed, wiped away her tears with her mother's help, straightened her clothes, combed her hair, and even carried the luggage her mother had prepared at some point.

It's like a child about to embark on a long journey.

Just as everything was about to be ready, footsteps came from outside the door, and the father pushed the door open and walked in.

crunch.

Seeing the scene before him, he remained silent for a moment, then silently stood in front of the door, saying nothing but showing his attitude through his actions—he did not want Theresa to leave.

Teresa looked at her father's figure, a pang of sadness welling up inside her, and she pressed her lips tightly together.

She had finally made up her mind to say goodbye to her mother, and now, did she have to say goodbye to her father as well?

But before Teresa could speak, it was "Mother" who spoke first.

"Steven, let her go."

The woman walked to her husband's side, shook her head at him, gently tugged at his arm, and spoke in a soft yet remarkably firm tone:
“Children grow up and will eventually leave home. We can’t keep her trapped here forever. That’s not love, that’s a constraint.”

The father's body stiffened for a moment, then he slowly turned his head, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice hoarse: "But I'm afraid she'll be wronged, that she'll be in danger..."

“No one’s life is smooth sailing. Even if there is danger, it is something she has to go through.” The mother patted the father’s shoulder, her eyes full of understanding, and pulled him away.

"Moreover, she is no longer the little girl who needs our constant protection; she is now capable of taking care of herself."

The father fell silent, looking at Theresa as if he were looking at that helpless little girl from long ago.

After a long while, he slowly moved his feet and silently gave up his place in the doorway.

When Teresa saw her father's reddened eyes, she felt a pang of sadness. She stepped forward and gently hugged him.

The father's body trembled slightly. He hugged Theresa tightly, then released her, took a step back, and waved gently, indicating that she could leave.

"Remember to eat well."

The "mother" walked to Teresa's side and kept giving her instructions, as if she wanted to put all her worries into her words.

"Eat more potatoes! You always complained that you ate too much, but potatoes are filling and will give you the energy to face anything."

Theresa couldn't help but laugh, but the tears she had been trying to hold back flowed again. She nodded and said, "I know, Mom. I'll eat more potatoes."

"Also, if you have someone you like, be bold and pursue them! Don't be afraid of failure!"

The mother added, her eyes both teasing and sincere: "Liking someone is not shameful. As long as you are brave, you may find happiness."

!!!

Theresa blushed slightly, but didn't flinch. Instead, she nodded vigorously, "I understand, Mom." Her mother looked at her, reached out one last time, and hugged her.

Theresa hugged her mother tightly, feeling the warmth of her embrace, as if she wanted to etch this warmth into her heart forever.

After a long while, they slowly separated.

“Let’s go, child,” the mother said softly.

Theresa took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, took one last look at her parents, then turned around and ran out the door without looking back.

The sunlight shone on her, casting a long shadow over her.

Theresa, carrying her pack, started running.

The girl did not turn around.

Because she knew that only by bravely moving forward could she live up to her parents' expectations and live up to herself.

She didn't know if she would be reluctant to leave after turning back.

She had finally mustered the courage, but she didn't know if it would be enough to support her leaving again.

So, without looking back, Teresa ran forward with all her might.

She didn't know where she was going; she just kept running.

But she knew that no matter where she ran, as long as she kept running, she would always be running forward.

Theresa ran.

Just like every child who grows up and leaves home, they carry the love and concern of their families as they head towards their own future.

Go to a world without you.

As Teresa ran, her form gradually changed; her legs transformed into a snake's tail, and her frail body began to fill with power.

Her consciousness began to clear, and the surrounding environment dissipated little by little, like shattered glass.

clack clack...

The dream world was left behind by her.

This time, she did not rely on anyone's help, but broke free from the shackles of the dream through her own will.

next moment.

She slowly opened her eyes in the wooden house.

……

After Teresa left, her figure finally disappeared into the sunlight, and her father, Steven, stood blankly at the door, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"..."

After a long silence, he turned around, looked at his wife, and asked in a choked voice, "Why...why did you lie to her?"

Steven bit his lip hard, his fists clenched tightly with emotion, but he eventually let them relax, and said hoarsely, "You are real, so why did you let Theresa think you were just a dream?"

You are clearly the real person!
At the beginning of this dream, Steven also doubted the reality of his wife, but after repeated questioning, he was certain that his wife was real.

The wife foresaw her own death from the beginning, knowing she could not escape the control of her lustful desires, so she made preparations in advance.

She separated a sliver of her soul and left it in the ornaments on her husband's body, waiting to awaken at the right moment so she could take one last look at her future father and daughter.

That wisp of soul was extremely weak, not enough to be resurrected, and could only exist for a very short time.

But that's enough.

Just one glance is enough.

This is the small feedback that mortals can give to the gods when they try their best.

She kept this a secret from everyone, not even the God of Lust.

"Is this considered a scam? Heh, no."

The mother tilted her head, smiled, shook her head, and said softly, "Teresa no longer needs her mother to give her the strength to keep going."

“Even if I don’t urge her to leave, she will eventually make up her mind on her own.”

“My dear, Theresa has grown up and can face everything on her own.”

"Since I've already been absent from her life for so long, I don't want her to be sad because of this separation."

"For Theresa, it was enough that the false mother in her dream gave her a little bit of strength."

As she spoke, she raised her head, looked into the distance, then knelt down, bowed her head, as if to express her gratitude to an unknown being.

"Thanks you."

"Although I don't know which great being gave me this opportunity to spend time with my child in this way."

"Thank you for giving me this life. I am filled with gratitude and dare not ask for anything more."

"May you, a great being of compassion, be eternal in the long river of time."

Seeing his wife's grateful expression, Steven also knelt down in silence and prayed along with her.

Then, he heard words that were gentle yet cruel.

“My dear, it’s time to say goodbye.”

Upon hearing this, Steven suddenly opened his eyes and said hesitantly:
"But……"

Steven wanted to say something more, but his wife interrupted him.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

The woman stood up, looked at him with unwavering determination in her eyes, and said softly, "We can no longer indulge in this false happiness, Steven."

“You have to wake up and find Theresa so that she can feel our love in the real world.”

Steven couldn't hold back his tears and clenched his fists.

He preferred to remain immersed in this beautiful dream rather than force his daughter to wake up.

Because here, he can be with his wife and daughter, and have that long-lost happiness.

"I...I want to be with you..."

Snapped!
A loud noise silenced all the words as the woman raised her hand and slapped her husband.

Steven was stunned, and before he could react, the woman reached out and gently stroked his reddened cheek, her tone tinged with reproach yet full of encouragement:

“How can a man shed tears over something like this? The Steven I know is not such a weak man; he is a brave explorer.”

"Your daughter has already set a good example for you, so don't let me down."

"You...don't let her down either."

She looked at her husband, tears welling in her eyes, but still said firmly, "You should leave and return to reality."

Steven looked at his wife in silence, his eyes reddening even more, but he bit his teeth hard and slowly stopped crying.

He nodded silently, then stood up with difficulty, and pulled his wife into a tight embrace, silently expressing his final reluctance to part.

"Steven, this is the last time I'll see you."

The wife, being embraced, spoke with a hint of reluctance, yet remained utterly calm.

Steven took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and his eyes gradually hardened: "...Yes, this is the last time."

He knew this was the last time.

He knew that his wife's spirit was no longer strong enough to sustain him.

He knew he couldn't continue wallowing in this, and he couldn't let his child live alone in the real world.

He must wake up, find Teresa, and give her true companionship.

"I'm leaving, going to... a world without you."

Steven's voice trembled slightly, but was full of determination.

His wife looked at him and smiled, saying, "Take good care of our daughter."

"You can take risks, but you must be well prepared. Your luck has always been very strange."

"You can't date a woman who isn't clean! But if there's a suitable woman, don't hesitate to pursue her."

""

She was urging her husband to leave, but when it came time to actually part ways, the wife became nagging, reminding him of every little detail.

"Finally... remember to eat plenty of potatoes!"

Steven chuckled at that remark, then shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Isn't this something I should say at the end?"

"Ha ha!"

The wife laughed, then stood on tiptoe and gently kissed her husband, saying earnestly, "I love you, I love you deeply."

"……Me too."

As the words fell, Steven's consciousness began to clear, and the illusion gradually dissipated.

He knew he was about to return to the real world where he had no wife.

But he was no longer afraid, because he had a new goal.

My daughter is alive and well!

Find his daughter, protect her, and live a good life together with his wife's love.

……

……

"Did you hear that?"

【"Um?"】

"They are grateful to you, grateful to you, this compassionate and great being, for giving them this opportunity."

"...It has nothing to do with me."

Herbert shook his head slightly and laughed when he heard Nenasa's somewhat awkward response. "How could it not concern you? Isn't this your divine kingdom? Alright, stop being so stubborn and accept their gratitude."

"...Tsk."

Miss Harmony clicked her tongue somewhat uncomfortably, but didn't continue to refute it, which was considered a reluctant acceptance of the statement.

After a moment of silence, Nenasa asked softly, "Herbert, is this love?"

"This is a kind of love, the selfless love of parents for their children, who are willing to sacrifice themselves for their children."

Herbert nodded and remarked, "Even so, I haven't experienced it firsthand."

I never had the chance to experience this in my past life, and I have the chance in this life, but I haven't experienced it yet.

"For the sake of the child's future, she's willing to sacrifice herself. Love... it really is a curse." Nenasha lowered her eyes, toying with a dull crystal the size of a fingertip in her hand.

Seal within this place is a brave, fearless, yet incredibly gentle soul.

"Heh, just keep being stubborn." Herbert glanced at His subtle movements but didn't voice his true thoughts.

What kind of time is this to be pretending to be a heartless evil god?
Know yourself!
What evil god?
You're such a soft-hearted comedian!
"Hmph, you're the one who's being stubborn."

Herbert pursed his lips, ignoring the stubborn comedian, and gestured with his chin:

"Besides, instead of arguing with me about what love really is...don't we have more important things to do right now?"

"For example, let's solve this problem first."

Herbert pointed to the now churning silver lake water and his lips twitched.

After Nenasha took the initiative to retrieve the wisp of soul from the lake, the thing that had been sleeping inside was completely awakened by her.

It's okay if you feel sorry for me; I wholeheartedly support you.

But could you also resolve the trouble that arises from this?
"That's true."

Nenasha suppressed her complicated thoughts, turned to look at the being emerging from the lake, and said softly, "It's time to show you my current strength."

(End of this chapter)