Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 552 Nenasha's "Reward" (6.2K!)
I thought I would never see him again.

I thought I was strong enough.

I thought I still needed to look for that person.

The unexpected reunion shattered all reason.

"Mother……"

Theresa could no longer hear the sounds around her, nor could she see anything else.

In her world, all that remained was the illusory yet warm figure in the pool, and the man beside her who was so excited he couldn't contain himself.

Memories flooded back like a tide: those days and nights spent alone, those fears of cowering in the darkness, those lonely moments when solace could only be found in dreams—all melted away in that gentle gaze.

Tears welled up instantly, blurring her vision.

This time, she didn't try to hold back her tears like she did in her dream; instead, she let large, hot tears stream down her face.

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

She choked back tears and rushed forward almost instinctively, her snake tail gliding rapidly across the ground, reaching the edge of the Heroic Spirit Pool in a few moments.

Theresa dared not get too close, fearing that the illusion before her would shatter like a dream. She could only reach out her slightly trembling hand, wanting to touch the figure radiating soft light, but stopped just before she could touch it.

"It's okay, child, don't be afraid, Mommy is right here."

Finally, encouraged by her mother, she ran her trembling fingertips through the glowing soul and felt not a cold void, but a warm and reassuring energy wave.

Like...like the lingering warmth of a mother's embrace in a dream.

"Is this... really not a dream?"

Theresa's voice was thick with sobs as she looked up at her mother's smiling face.

"It's not a dream, my child."

The woman, in spirit form, smiled gently and raised her hand lightly. Although she couldn't actually touch her, she still lightly brushed her daughter's cheek, as if wiping away her tears.

Then, she made a hugging gesture, enveloping her daughter in her "embrace".

"It was Lord Herbert who gave us the miracle."

A true miracle.

The woman looked gratefully at Herbert in the distance, her eyes filled with indescribable gratitude, wanting to express her thanks again.

As a departed soul, she understood better than anyone how difficult it is to cross the line between life and death.

Being able to return to the world and see his daughter again is truly a miracle that only the gods could accomplish.

She wanted to speak, but saw Herbert smiling and gently shaking his head at her.

“Jenny.”

She heard Herbert's gentle voice echoing in her heart: "Instead of thanking me, let's cherish this rare reunion now."

Herbert's eyes held no arrogance of a benefactor, only a sincere blessing for this reunion.

He stood quietly in the distance, as if he were just a traveler passing by by chance, rather than the giver of a miracle.

Janelle is the name of Theresa's mother.

She had completely lost everything after being consumed by lust, even her name had disappeared. After being reborn in the Pool of Heroes, she finally remembered her name.

Janelle bowed her head gratefully, not resisting the kindness, and sincerely thanked them in her heart.

"...Thank you, great Herbert."

Her gratitude was not only for herself, but also for her husband who stood helplessly by the pool, and for her daughter who trembled in her arms.

As a mother and wife, she understood better than anyone the significance of this reunion for her family.

She will forever remember this kindness in the depths of her soul.

Meanwhile, the father, Steven, had already stood up. He hastily wiped away the tears and grime from his face, and looked at the mother and daughter embracing, letting out a suppressed sob.

This usually strong man had completely lost his composure. His shoulders trembled slightly, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

For many years, he has always played the role of a strong man in front of his daughter, never easily showing his sadness even though his heart is full of wounds.

But at that moment, all defenses crumbled the instant his wife reappeared.

He wanted to go forward, but he was at a loss and could only stand there, biting his lips so hard that they bled.

Amid tears and sobs, the family of three savored the immense happiness of regaining what they had lost.

All words seem pale at this moment; only flowing tears and uncontrollable excitement express their deep longing for each other.

"..."

At the altar, Herbert did not approach to disturb them, but quietly watched this deeply moving scene, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing in his light gray eyes.

His gaze was deep and distant, as if he could see through this scene to a more distant past or a more distant future.

As a soul acutely aware of loneliness, he understood the preciousness of this reunion better than anyone else.

A ripple seemed to stir deep within those usually calm and undisturbed eyes.

He didn't make a sound to disturb them, but quietly retreated, leaving the space entirely to the family who were finally reunited.

He retreated to the edge of the Heroes' Pool area, leaned against a stone pillar, and gazed at the tranquil forest in the distance, seemingly admiring the scenery, or perhaps pondering something.

Just then, a mocking voice resounded deep within his soul.

"Tsk tsk, look at this touching scene. Isn't our great Herbert a little envious?"

"You've probably never experienced anything like this before, have you?"

It's Nenasa.

Deep within one's soul, the voice of the Goddess of Harmony, with her unique, slightly mischievous teasing, rang out.

"Ugh."

Herbert sighed inwardly with a hint of helplessness upon hearing this, his tone carrying a touch of indulgence: "You only reveal your evil, god-like side at times like this."

"Tsk, what kind of talk is that? I'm clearly just concerned about you."

Nenasha's voice was full of "You've wronged me!" but she couldn't hide her smugness of "What can you do to me?"... Well, actually she didn't hide it at all.

His voice carried a hint of coquetry, like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank, trying to maintain an innocent facade while unable to suppress his inner smugness.

"Then let's leave it at that. Thank you for your concern."

Herbert's gaze returned to the family of three. Theresa was talking to her mother's phantom, her tear-streaked face filled with joy.

Although Steven was still somewhat reserved, he nodded from time to time, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness.

It was a very heartwarming scene.

Herbert shook his head slightly, turned his head, his gaze still fixed on the distance, and said in a calm and firm voice: "As for your question, I can give you my answer very clearly."

"I don't envy."

His answer came without the slightest hesitation, as if he had already given the question considerable thought.

This is not bravado or self-consolation, but a genuine thought that has come to light after careful consideration.

His gaze was clear and firm, reflecting the outline of the distant forest, as well as the peace and contentment in his heart.

【"But……"】

"Nenesha".

Herbert interrupted softly, his tone exceptionally gentle: "I know what you really want to say. You want to ask if I want my mother to be resurrected as well, right?"

Like Teresa, Herbert also lost his mother at a young age.

He easily saw through Nenasa's true feelings hidden behind her jokes.

They are so familiar with each other's way of thinking that they can understand each other's unspoken words with just a tone of voice.

【"Well!"】

The god, who had been joking and teasing him, suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, gave a helpless dry laugh: "...So you guessed it. Tsk, I really can't hide anything from you."

Nenasha's voice carried a mixture of annoyance at being seen through and a hint of relief.

He is indeed not good at expressing concern and always needs to use various excuses to cover up his true intentions.

Being directly exposed by Herbert at this moment actually relieved Him.

He was indeed subtly trying to ask Herbert if he also hoped his mother could return in a similar way.

Now that his little scheme had been exposed, he stopped pretending and asked directly: "So, what are your thoughts? Do you want her back in your life?"

The question was asked cautiously, with a hint of probing and concern.

Nenasha didn't know how much her mother meant to Herbert, but after witnessing the reunion of Theresa's family, she understood the sensitivity of the issue.

He wanted to know Herbert's true thoughts, but was also afraid of touching on his inner pain.

Unexpectedly, Herbert remained remarkably calm on the matter, gently shaking his head: "Nenesha, I understand you care about me, but you don't need to worry about my mother."

His voice was calm as still water, without a trace of emotion.

This is not a sign of deliberately suppressing emotions, but rather the tranquility that comes after true release.

Time has healed the initial wounds, leaving behind warm memories and a sense of gratitude.

The pain of losing a loved one has long since subsided, and Herbert has truly calmed down.

【"Why?"】

"I am no longer an outsider who knows nothing about the realm of gods. To resurrect a mortal who has been dead for many years out of thin air would require a great price, even for gods."

Herbert's tone conveyed rational thought, and he did not lose his judgment due to emotional attachments.

As he gained a deeper understanding of the divine realm, he became more aware that every miracle came at a price.

Blindly pursuing the impossible will only bring more suffering.

Unlike Janelle, who left behind a wisp of her soul, Herbert's mother did not leave behind any remnant soul, making her resurrection a completely different matter.

The difficulty is one thing, but whether it can be done is another.

He calmly analyzed the reality, leaving himself no room for unrealistic fantasies.

This is not indifference, but a mature rationality—acknowledging that some things are impossible, which allows us to better cherish the happiness we have in the present moment.

"Given your current state, it's best not to consider something that's too risky."

Nena was thinking of Herbert, and Herbert was thinking of Nena as well.

【“…”】

After a long silence, Nenasha softly asked, "Don't you feel lonely right now?"

The question was asked very gently, as if afraid of disturbing Herbert's inner peace.

"Lonely? I used to feel that way, but not anymore."

Herbert didn't try to be tough here, and nodded frankly: "Without her, I am indeed very lonely, and I miss her very much."

His voice was full of regret, but his eyes did not show any sadness; instead, they were filled with determination.

"But I'm not one of those little kids who need their mother's encouragement to cheer up."

"If I could easily bring her back to my side, that would be even better. I have no reason to refuse."

"But if this requires you to pay a huge price, why would I let you take such a risk?"

He shook his head and softly advised, "So, Nenasha, for my sake, you shouldn't think about this anymore."

This is a very peculiar scene.

It is not the gods who tempt mortals to offer their souls to risk and try forbidden things, but rather the mortals who are persuading the gods not to act recklessly.

Miss Harmony remained silent for a long time before finally sighing helplessly and muttering in low spirits, "Alright, alright, I was being unreasonable. Let's leave it at that for now." Her voice carried a hint of reluctance at being persuaded, yet also a touch of sweetness at being cared for.

This conflicting feeling made His tone exceptionally soft, like a cat being stroked gently, seemingly unwilling but actually enjoying the care.

But I still want to bite the hand that's stroking me.

Hearing His ambiguous answer, Herbert knew that He had not completely given up, and unsurprisingly shook his head slightly.

If He were truly so obedient, then He wouldn't be Nenasha.

A helpless yet indulgent smile appeared on Herbert's lips.

He already knew what Nenasha was going to do—she would agree on the surface, but secretly she was still plotting how to fulfill his wish.

This kind of persistent concern is worrying, but it is also extremely touching.

Herbert thought for a moment, then spoke again.

"And the reason I don't feel lonely is precisely because you're here, and..."

His tone was natural and gentle, as if he were stating something as simple and self-evident as possible.

“We will also have such a family, and we will never be separated.”

【“!!!”】

Deep within the soul, in that pitch-black shadow, something seemed to suddenly come to a standstill.

Immediately afterwards, a vast but not violent consciousness enveloped and pulled Herbert's will.

The next moment, Herbert found himself in that familiar, pure white space constructed by Nenasa.

The space is brighter and warmer than ever before, as if reflecting the owner's mood at this moment.

A soft halo of light flowed through the air, and the ground was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the two figures.

Here, there is no concept of time, no external interference, only the purest fusion of souls.

"Nenesha?"

Before he could even steady himself, a delicate body, cool to the touch yet radiating a subtle warmth, pressed tightly against him from behind and hugged him tightly.

The hug came quickly and forcefully, as if trying to merge him into one's soul.

Herbert could feel Nenasa trembling slightly behind him, a natural reaction to overwhelming emotions.

Although it took place in the realm of consciousness, this embrace felt more real and moving than any physical contact.

Nenasha's arms were wrapped around Herbert's chest, her cheeks buried in his broad back, her long hair flowing down like moonlight, intertwining with his white hair.

"You, you really are..."

Her voice came muffledly from behind, devoid of its usual ease, carrying a rare hint of bewildered embarrassment, and a touch of... panic at being hit where it hurt.

"……hehe."

Herbert smiled, not trying to turn his head away, but letting her hold him, feeling the complex and genuine emotions transmitted through his soul.

Instead of pointing out Nenasha's embarrassment, he considerately gave her time to adjust her mood.

He lowered his eyes, gently raised his hand, and covered His hands, which were folded over His chest.

Although there were no further words, in the direct merging of consciousness, he clearly felt His heart beating violently because of His words.

And that same longing and commitment he shared for "never to be apart."

The self-proclaimed evil god is now responding to his words in the most direct way, conveying His fiery passion that is not good with words.

After an unknown amount of time, Nenasha finally loosened her embrace slightly, but her hands remained wrapped around Herbert's chest, as if afraid he would disappear.

He gently pressed his cheek against his back, his voice as soft as a dream.

"Never...leave me."

This statement carries a rare vulnerability and pleading, a side of the usually composed and witty God that is seldom shown.

Only in front of the person He loves most will He reveal such a vulnerability.

"Ah."

Herbert turned gently to face Him, his gaze tender yet firm.

"I promise."

Then, just as Herbert was about to say more, he suddenly felt a throbbing sensation.

He sensed a dangerous aura, but it was different from a typical life-or-death crisis.

Ok?
Who wants to harm me?

Just as he was wondering, Herbert saw Nenasa's eyes—he saw a torrent of emotions welling up inside.

Nenasha was moved.

He's the one who wants to harm me!
Seeing Herbert's expression, which seemed to indicate he understood something, Nenasha smiled with pleasure and slowly said:
"I think it's been so long, it's time to give you a little reward."

Herbert looked at the god licking his lips, and although he knew it was inappropriate, he couldn't help but complain, "Are you sure this is a reward for me? And not... a reward for you?"

Your eyes are practically devouring me!
You're saying this is a reward for me?
"It's all your fault~"

Nenasha looked at him with a smile, grabbed his wrist, and said softly, "Although you don't have a physical body yet, there are indeed things you can do here..."

"Besides, you're the one who made me like this, so I won't let you run away now!"

run away?

Where can I escape to?

Besides, why would I run away?!?

Herbert, having regained his senses, smirked and was about to deliver his battle declaration when he saw the goddess in front of him transform.

A fluffy purple fox tail materialized behind Him, but quickly changed again, His legs transforming into long, flowing snake tails, and then into a seven-colored fish tail...

Nenasha's appearance kept changing as she looked smugly at the dazed Herbert, and sneered: "Whatever pose you want, I can give it to you. What more could you want?"

【"say!"】

Herbert, who had just been so arrogant, was now incredibly obedient and said sincerely, "...Yes, you're right, this is my reward."

【"Hehe~"】

Nena released Herbert's wrist, opened her arms triumphantly, and whispered, "Come, my love."

"By the way, we can rehearse this dream first... If the first experience isn't satisfactory, we can do it again next time."

?

What do you mean?
In other words... wow!

Herbert's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what this was all about.

I refresh my first kiss every day, and you can reset your CD every time, right?

how to say?

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix.

That's so worthy of us!

"What, you don't like it?"

"...You know what, it's not bad, cough cough."

……

……

Just as the family of three was having a new relationship, Herbert and Nenasha were having a deep conversation on a spiritual level.

The depths of the Misty Mountains are far from peaceful.

A snow-white figure darted up and down through the mist, shattering the peace of the past.

boom!
"Not here!"

boom!
"where!"

boom!
“They’re not here!”

boom!
"Lord Holy Tree!"

Each leap stirred up a giant wave of mist, and each fall echoed with a thunderous roar.

boom! ! !
The figure had been rampaging wildly for several days, but no residents had come forward to stop him.

If it's not because it's popular enough, then there's only one other reason—it's because it's powerful enough.

No one wants to face a demigod in a berserk state.

Even though it is an incomplete demigod, it is by no means lacking in lethality.

boom!
"you!"

boom!
"Where is it?!"

boom! ! !
After the final leap, the frantically jumping figure finally quieted down.

In the crater that looked like it had been hit by a cannonball, the squirrel was panting weakly.

"Ha ha……"

After five days of venting, even if it was unwilling to believe it, it finally came to terms with reality.

The Holy Tree... abandoned me and disappeared.

I was left behind.

This left it bewildered, angry, and...sad.

I was abandoned.

This complex emotion, which it had never experienced before, left it utterly bewildered, unsure of where to go next.

"..."

Just as the demigod squirrel was becoming increasingly depressed, a voice sounded behind it.

"Hey~ You've finally calmed down..."

!

"who!?"

The squirrel turned its head warily, following the sound as it turned its head again, only to discover that the sound was coming from its tail!
Eh?
My tail started talking!?
Just as it was confused, a shard of mirror that had been inserted inside flew out from its tail.

"Hello, hello~"

"I am Lucaria! A friendly messenger!"

Miss Mirror Demon smiled as she looked at the wary demigod, but she was actually a little scared. She had witnessed the destructive power of this squirrel firsthand these past few days.

So, before it was smashed, she quickly said, "Cough cough... Don't get excited! Herbert sent me!"

"He asked me to pass on a message to you... cough cough, what I'm about to say is exactly what he said! It has nothing to do with me!"

The demigod squirrel tilted its head in confusion, wondering what she meant by emphasizing this point.

But it soon understood.

It heard Herbert's voice coming from the mirror.

The voice said:
"Your mother doesn't want you anymore—"

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(End of this chapter)