Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 545 The Tail? The Tail!!! (Bonus Chapter 306 for 6.2K Views!)
"Oh ho, so confident?"

"Ha, what else? Who do you think I am?!"

Nenasha puffed out her chest and gave a proud snort, but Herbert didn't give her much face and replied with a remark.

"Of course I know who you are, but you'd better be careful, don't mess things up... otherwise, I can't guarantee I won't laugh out loud."

As soon as Herbert finished speaking with a hint of sarcasm, the silver lake, which had been rippling slightly, suddenly began to churn violently!

It was as if some enormous creature was awakening at the bottom of the lake, causing the calm waters to surge with towering waves and a sense of upheaval.

But strangely, these "waves" are not made of water, but are formed by countless fragments of light and shadow, distorted memory fragments, and countless delirious murmurs.

"That's true."

Nenasha put away the dim crystal that carried the courageous soul from her fingertip, and the complex emotions hidden in her eyes instantly subsided, replaced by calm and focus.

With a single, light step, He stood atop the boiling lake, his gaze cold and downcast, radiating an aura of majesty completely different from before.

"I need to be serious, I can't let you laugh at me."

The voice that spoke to Him had lost its usual playfulness and ease, and transformed into a kind of ancient and indifferent divinity.

Then, she parted her lips slightly and uttered a short, indifferent command.

"Stop."

click!
As He spoke, the constantly collapsing dream fragments around Him seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible force.

【"come out."】

Then, those dream fragments, like docile fish, began to slowly rotate around His feet, transforming into a massive vortex.

Deep within the lake, a huge, twisted shadow is rapidly rising.

Wow!
Unexpectedly, it wasn't a humanoid creature, nor even a special animal.

It was not a large eyeball.

Its purple vertical pupils were pure, like crystal, yet they exuded a terrifying power that sent shivers down one's spine.

Legendary? Epic!
In a moment of daze, Herbert even had the illusion that this transcended epic and reached the level of a saint!

Is having only one eyeball enough to qualify one for the realm of gods?
???

The Eye of Nenasha?

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, Herbert quickly dismissed it and silently shook his head.

Perhaps because of their close relationship, Herbert enjoyed power beyond what others could imagine, and was regarded as a member of this broken divine kingdom, or even as the ruler of the divine kingdom in some way.

Therefore, even without Nenasha telling him, Herbert instinctively understood the nature of that eyeball.

It was not some "Nenasha Fragment," nor some strange thing like the "Eye of God," much less a newborn entity that had developed its own will from within His body.

The eyeball wasn't even alive.

Rather, it is a monster formed from the dreams of countless heroic spirits who have fallen into this place, the forgotten sorrow, and the pollution left over from the shattering of the divine kingdom.

It is formed from the remaining rules after this dreamlike divine kingdom went out of control, instinctively devouring anything that tries to interfere with the dream and destroy this "eternal peace".

"So, it was that..."

Herbert squinted, staring at the eyeball, and shook his head with a sigh.

Everything is clear.

This is the truth behind the so-called "Great Tranquility" in the Misty Mountains.

It awakens whenever uncontrollable factors occur in the Misty Mountains, or when something resonates with it in a special way.
Let everything return to tranquility.

It is not about killing everything and plundering all life.

Instead, it drags everyone in the Misty Mountains—monsters, heroic spirits, intruders—all beings with self-awareness into a deep dream.

And this dream, from which there is no certainty when it will end, is in some ways no different from death.

"This is getting a bit bad..."

After figuring out the nature of the eyeball, Herbert frowned, worried about Nenasha's safety.

He was indeed once the supreme god, holding the highest authority in this divine kingdom. For so long, I have been constantly finding strength for Him and have been continuously restoring Him.

But... He hasn't fully recovered yet, and is still just a remnant soul. Can He really unleash power beyond the epic level, reaching the Saint level?
"Tranquility" not only possesses the strength of a Saint, but also has unique abilities that render all beings in the Misty Mountains powerless to resist.

Or should we retreat first?
However, since Nenasha didn't speak, Herbert couldn't take the initiative to speak either.

He could only suppress his unease, frowning and remaining silent, seemingly calm, but he had already made up his mind—fight if he could win, retreat if he couldn't.

Since they aren't actually here in their true forms, there's not much danger, and escaping won't be difficult.

While Herbert was considering the evacuation route, Nenasha on the other side appeared remarkably calm, smiling easily.

【"Hehe~"】

He looked at the huge purple eyeball without the slightest fear in his eyes and whistled happily.

"..."

On the opposite side, a purple eyeball floated above the lake's surface, its cold, vertical pupils locking onto Nenasha without any emotion, its instincts driving it to analyze rapidly.

Then, it began to twist and deform violently.

The light shifted, and the shape of the eyeball rapidly changed, transforming into a lithe centaur woman wielding a longbow.

It was none other than Sophia, who had now become Herbert's most loyal subordinate.

It is itself formed from countless broken dreams and obsessions, and naturally has the image of a dream.

But the "Sophia" before him was different from the one Herbert knew... very different!
Their attire is far more glamorous, their aura far more noble, and their strength far more powerful!
Why did she transform into Sophia's appearance? Why did Tranquility choose her?
"but……"

As Herbert sensed Sophia's imposing presence, a thought flashed through his mind.

"Is this the real Sophia?"

The Sofia of today is clearly different from the Sofia of the past.

It's no exaggeration to say that they are completely different people.

Sophia's current consciousness is a reborn consciousness after losing her memories. She has forgotten the past, and her strength is now only the residual instincts of her body.

As for the former Sophia... she doesn't seem like a simple person.

Whether the influence of "Sophia" comes from her past memories or from other people's dreams, it is clear that it is not weak.

At the very least, back then, she was definitely not just a legendary peak-level heroic spirit.

The divine kingdom has been shattered, and the heroic spirits within it are not spared either. The more powerful they are and the deeper their bond with the divine kingdom, the more severe the damage they suffer.

Before losing her memory, Sophia was probably working hard to recover.

It was initially thought that her territory was located on the outermost edge of the Misty Mountains because of her weakness, but now it seems there may be some unknown reasons behind it.

Perhaps... she wasn't forced to stay on the outskirts, but rather she chose to stay there for some reason?

At the same time, was her battle with the Ghost Wolf King and thousands of Ghost Wolves really that simple?

I only saw the result of them both being severely injured; I didn't know what exactly happened during the battle.

"Tsk."

Herbert's mind raced, and he sighed inwardly with a sense of helplessness: "It feels like the deeper we go, the more the fog surrounding the truth seems to thicken..."

It's really difficult to figure all of this out.

"..."

While Herbert was racking his brains, the battle on the other side showed no sign of letting him sort out his thoughts.

"..."

Sophia's eyes were vacant, and an ominous purple energy emanated from her. Without uttering any further words, she moved the instant her body froze.

Its four hooves leaped forward, and it ran as fast as lightning, constantly jumping and darting through the void.

At the same time, his upper body was extremely stable as he drew the bow and aimed at the dangerous target.

Her movements were so fluid as to be almost eerie. In an instant, an arrow formed from condensed nightmares and sorrow appeared out of thin air, its tip pointing directly at Nenasha's brow!

With a flick of the finger, the arrow instantly transformed into a streak of light and flew out, arriving in an instant.

whoosh-

This arrow contained power that surpassed epic levels, truly reaching the level of a saint, enough to easily destroy the consciousness of an epic-level powerhouse and drag them into an eternal nightmare.

!!!

Herbert's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously squinted.

However, Nenasha didn't even flinch when faced with Sophia's fatal blow.

【"Ah."】

He simply raised his hand and casually flicked his finger at the terrifying arrows that shot towards him, and at the tranquility behind him that had transformed into Sophia.

"Boring."

boom!
Like the soft sound of a bubble bursting.

The arrow, imbued with terrifying power, stopped eerily just an inch away from Nenasha, then shattered rapidly, turning into a shower of purple dust that filled the sky.

!!!

That wasn't the end of it. Even the figure of "Sophia" twisted violently, flickered a few times like a poorly receiving image, and then collapsed, transforming back into that huge purple eyeball.

In the end what happened?
To be honest, Herbert couldn't understand what was happening; his perspective was simply not up to par.

It was only vaguely sensed that Nenasa seemed to have invoked the rules of this place and seized absolute power here.

However, the silent resistance did not cease.

clack clack...

The eyeballs trembled violently, and dozens of cracks appeared on their surface, from which countless distorted rays of light were projected. These rays of light transformed into tentacles that reached into the silver lake water and began to frantically draw the remaining power from the fragments of the dream.

The tranquility changed its appearance once again in the next moment.

And so, an even more twisted and disturbing monster emerged.

It's like a rag doll that's been haphazardly sewn together by a clumsy child.

It possesses dragon-like bone wings, but only one, crookedly stuck on its back, while the other is an angel's white wing.

One arm is the arm of a giant, crackling with lightning, while the other is a runic sword and shield used by a slender elf.

Its upper body was covered in metal armor, while its lower body had transformed into the tentacles of some kind of deep-sea monster, flailing wildly.

The head still resembles Sophia, but its placement in the center of such a jumble of twisted limbs... makes it look particularly eerie.

This is a monster stitched together with the dreams and powers of many heroic spirits. Its bizarre appearance is enough to send chills down your spine and cause immense psychological damage.

However, this seemingly cobbled-together monster emits energy fluctuations that are strangely harmonious and powerful.

Those forces that should have been in conflict were somehow forced together by a core to form a kind of complementarity, making it move with a kind of illogical... even chillingly cleverness!
It roared silently, brandishing its giant fists, wielding its elven sword and shield, and whipping its behemoth tentacles, launching a storm of attacks on Nenasa from every tricky angle! The offensive was fierce, the energy rampant, as if it wanted to destroy the lake and shatter the last stable structure of the entire divine kingdom.

Boom boom boom!
Herbert felt the tremors around him and frowned deeply; this monster was far more troublesome than he had expected.

Nenasha also frowned.

However, it wasn't because of the opponent's difficulty or threat, but rather... because of some trivial reason that I lost patience.

"Ugh, how can it be so ugly!"

As a deity once served by heroic spirits, Nenasha's lips twitched as she looked at the twisted, violent, and desperately trying-to-show-its-powerful Frankenstein's monster.

"No, I mean... why are your dreams so twisted?"

why?
What's wrong with your aesthetic sense?
How did it become such a horrible sight?

"Who's it because of? It can't be because of me, can it? I don't have such terrible taste!"

He made a few blunt complaints, then rubbed his temples, as if he had just watched a boring and long farce, and sighed softly.

"So... have you had enough fun?"

He didn't even make any defensive or retaliatory movements; he simply watched the monster that kept trying to attack him and casually snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

A crisp snap of fingers, so faint as to be almost inaudible amidst the chaotic energy storm.

But this soft sound seemed to contain the power of supreme laws.

The stitched monster, which was attacking wildly, froze instantly.

Then, to Herbert's astonishment, all the parts that made up its body—the bone wings, arms, tentacles… and all the dream remnants forcibly stitched together—trembled slightly.

Then, like building blocks whose connections were removed, they crumbled completely with a crash!

There was no explosion, no struggle; all the parts shattered the instant they separated, then transformed into the most primal purple energy flow.

Under Nenasha's control, those forces, like rivers flowing into the sea, uncontrollably surged back towards the central purple eyeball that served as its core.

The eyeballs trembled violently, trying to reform their shape, but the invisible law of "decomposition" continued to work.

Ultimately, it couldn't even maintain the shape of its eyeball; after a series of violent flashes, it rapidly contracted and deformed...

As the light faded, what remained suspended in the air was no longer a terrifying eyeball or a monster.

Instead, it was something... fluffy, soft, and with a faint purple sheen, like the tail of some small animal.

???

Herbert, already shocked, stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the tail floating in mid-air.

Tail!!?

Why is a tail?
Then, he watched helplessly as the tail floated down, landing right behind Nenasha, who had somehow returned to Herbert's side.

The tail swayed gently behind Nenasa, as if it had always been there.

[“Hmm~”]

Nena didn't even glance back. Instead, she raised her chin slightly at Herbert, who was still somewhat bewildered, her eyes, now bright and lively again, radiating an obvious sense of triumph.

"See? It's solved. I told you not to worry."

His tone was relaxed and carefree: "When I make a move, it's naturally a piece of cake~ Now you understand how powerful I am?"

Miss Harmony puffed out her chest triumphantly, but the mortals, lacking discernment, had no time to appreciate it.

Herbert stared intently at the extra, strangely styled, fluffy tail behind Nenasa, then looked at the silver lake in front of him, which had returned to calm but seemed to have shrunk in size.

?

"Hey? What are you spacing out for?"

Nenasha waved her hand at Herbert, amused, and asked, "You're not really worried I can't handle it, are you? This is my divine realm, after all."

Even if I haven't fully recovered, no one can take power away from me.

"What I just did was essentially reclaim the power that rightfully belongs to me. Ah, but that depends on the timing; it's not always as easy as it was this time."

Herbert, however, stared blankly, letting his mind wander for a moment before finally snapping out of it and asking, "Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

He pointed to the fluffy tail behind Nenasa and asked, puzzled, "I understand that this is a symbol of you taking back your power, but... why a tail?"

Why the tail of all?

At that moment, Herbert remembered a crucial question.

"Speaking of which, I've never asked you before... Nenasha, what exactly is your true form?"

When our relationship was strained, it was inconvenient to ask this somewhat private question.

If you ask the wrong question, it can easily make an already bad relationship even worse.

After their relationship improved, they stopped caring about these things; it didn't matter what He was in the end.

Rather, because Nenasa always used shadow tentacles as hands, Herbert subconsciously regarded her as some kind of tentacle-based special creature.

But looking at it now, it seems that's not the case, is it?
The shape of this tail looks like a fox's tail.

Nenasha, however, remained completely unfazed, smiling as she retorted, "Why can't it be a tail?"

"It doesn't match."

Herbert answered directly, then retorted, "How could someone with such a terrible personality be such a cute creature in their true form?"

?

"Ha! You're the one with a terrible personality!"

Nena rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and huffed, "Enough nonsense, just tell me if you like it or not!?"

"Of course I like it!"

Herbert never said he didn't like it. He was good at deceiving others, but he couldn't deceive his own heart!

He stared at the bushy purple fox tail and silently swallowed.

goo.

Okay, I really want to touch it!
Then he made his move, reaching out his hand directly—but Nenasha easily dodged it.

"What my true form is doesn't matter; anyway, this is now my tail!"

Nenasha wagged her tail triumphantly in front of Herbert, refusing to let him touch her.

Tsk.

After failing to find it for a while, Herbert regained his senses and gave up trying to force it.

Oh no, this wicked woman has me cornered.

Now, He will definitely use His tail to tempt me, using this to force me to become a Star Wrathful Force.

Hmph, such a simple trap, how could I possibly... how could I possibly refuse?!
Oh well, I'll just let Him have it.

Herbert hesitated for a moment, then dismissed it and asked another question: "By the way, I have something else to ask."

?

Nenata sensed something was wrong, glanced sideways at Herbert, and slowly asked:

【"……What's up?"】

Ignoring Nenasa's wary gaze, Herbert asked earnestly, "I remember, the core of that dream was an eyeball just now, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"The problem isn't a big one. I just wanted to ask, now that you've taken it back, it means... uh."

Herbert hesitated for a moment, considering whether he should say it or not, whether it was going too far.

But he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a determined effort, he asked the question that had been nagging at him.

"So, your current look is—a perfect match, the kind of look that catches your eye?"

?

Miss Harmony paused for a moment, unable to grasp the deeper meaning behind those words.

【"……What?"】

……

……

Elda.

Theresa, lying on the bed, trembled violently a few times, and then she suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, once filled with confusion and happiness in dreams, now, though still dazed from just waking up, burned with an unprecedented clarity and determination.

She has come back.

Carrying the real and true love and courage given to me by my mother in my dreams.

Almost at the same time, in a corner deep within the Misty Mountains, Steven also suddenly opened his eyes.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with immense sorrow, unable to recover from the grief of losing his wife completely.

But beyond that sadness, there was an even stronger determination, like a rebirth from the ashes.

Steven clenched the old ring in his palm, which had developed a tiny crack at some point, and felt the last trace of familiar warmth slowly dissipate. He closed his eyes tightly.

When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with tranquility.

He murmured to himself, as if making a vow: "Teresa... Dad will find you."

"This time, I will never leave you alone again."

The dream may be gone, but love and courage will live on.

A brand new path for this father and daughter is slowly unfolding beneath their feet.

With the encouragement of his wife and mother, their road to reunion is destined to be full of hardships, but they will surely meet again after overcoming all difficulties!
—This is generally how scripts are written.

The story is full of ups and downs, twists and turns, and entanglements. After a long and arduous journey, the characters finally reunite, which can easily earn the audience's tears and emotions.

But clearly, fate is not immutable.

For this unfortunate father and daughter, they were both fortunate enough to have encountered the same benefactor in their lives.

Steven, with his eyes closed, was trying to figure out how to escape from the deadly situation before him when he suddenly heard a mocking voice in his ear.

"Yo yo yo~"

"Isn't this Steven? He's gotten so unkempt in just a few days!"

???

(End of this chapter)