Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 559 Surely I can't be this unlucky? (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month!)
Before the ritual was fully underway, a demonic pressure from the same source caught Sami's attention.

Ok?
Beside the summoner, there was actually a demon?
What do you mean?
The opponent actually summoned two demons at once?
Was some kind of comparative ritual performed? Or was it an attempt to make contracts with multiple devils simultaneously to drive down the price? Or... something worse?
!!!

Sami suddenly became alert, and even his soul projection showed a slight unstable fluctuation.

Does this mean things are going to go wrong so soon?

She really wanted to run away immediately, but the descent of her soul was already halfway through, and canceling it halfway would be a waste of time and energy. It was better to assess the situation before running.

Sami's intuition, honed over many years, was constantly reminding her to be careful and vigilant.

"I have a feeling this might be going to be bad..."

In her anxiety, she finally regained full consciousness and saw everything around her clearly.

She saw her own clansman first.

Because of her height, Sami first noticed the other person's voluptuous and tall figure, dressed in a gorgeous gown, a typical look of a devilish aristocrat.

"..." She subconsciously stared at that proudly erect chest and made a comparison to herself.

It's not small.

I estimate that he's only slightly younger than me.

But that figure is truly enviable.

Although it's not as big as me, it's well-proportioned to my height, making me look quite well-proportioned.

This doesn't seem like me... Ugh, what bad luck.

Why did I have to be born with such a pair of useless burdens?
Sami felt a pang of self-pity, but he didn't let his guard down and remained alert.

She had intended to look at the faces of her fellow clansmen to see if she could recognize their identities.

After so many years of living on the run, she, as an outstanding legendary assassin, had long since honed her basic skills to perfection.

Sami has always valued intelligence gathering, and with her photographic memory, she has memorized almost all of her kind in Hell.

Even if you can't remember the exact face, you can still discern some information from the family crest, clothing, and demeanor.

With just one glance, you can get the information you want...

However, almost instinctively, before seeing the face of his fellow tribesman clearly, Sami's senses caught another, more distinct and impactful aura.

!!!

Sami's eyes involuntarily turned to the side of her tribesman and saw another figure standing next to her.

Is he the summoner?
Wait... what exactly is this aura?
Then, after sensing a strong aura of holy light, Sami suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The other party is a priest?!?
Such intense and pure holy light—the other party must be a fallen one disguised as a priest. So… is this a trap set for me?

Such sharp holy power, and the opponent isn't bald... the summoner's identity is becoming increasingly clear.

Sami became extremely wary, squinting and cautiously watching the summoner.

"A saint, a paladin?"

Hello~

The paladin, far from being surprised by Sami's tense expression, smiled at her in a friendly manner and winked.

His smile looked gentle and harmless, even with a touch of boyish cheerfulness, which formed an absurd contrast with the faint, palpable holy energy emanating from his body that could terrify any evil creature.

What Sami found even more unsettling was the relaxed demeanor of his fellow tribesman, who showed absolutely no sign of being wary of him...

?

Was she enslaved? Had a pact of non-harm been signed?

Or do they have a special personal relationship?

No, paladins and demons?
What kind of combination is this...?

"and many more!"

Sami squinted at the paladin's white hair and handsome face, and a terrifying name suddenly flashed through his mind.

!!!

Upon hearing that name, Sami's feigned coolness completely crumbled. His eyes widened as he stared at the smiling boy, and he uttered in a trembling voice:

"You...you are a god-slayer?!"

How could it be him?
Herbert the Godslayer!

At the height of his fame, he is the most notorious god-slayer!
Why is he here?!?

No, no, no, why am I here?
Could it be that my misfortune has finally escalated to the point of attracting the attention of such beings?
Sami cried out in despair in his heart.

It shouldn’t be!

How did I end up meeting him?

As a hapless person who has been through many trials, Sami has always encountered various troubles, but they are all within her control and she will not face a truly fatal situation.

The evidence is that she has not yet encountered an enemy of god-level. At most, she has been noticed by epic-level powerhouses, but she is the kind of person who can escape.

But now—this is a god-slayer!

Without a doubt, this being is a dangerous figure that even the gods must treat with caution.

With hands covered in divine blood, he shows no mercy to evil.

Spicy balls!

Then, without thinking, Sami almost instinctively activated his prepared backup plan and chose the fastest way to escape.

She didn't dare to engage the god-slayer in the slightest, nor did she dare to stall for time by talking; instead, she directly destroyed this wisp of her soul.

With a soft "pop," her projection, like a soap bubble bursting, instantly turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated within the summoning circle, leaving only a trace of sulfurous odor and remnants of her soul.

"Ah, they're gone."

Herbert, who remained where he was, blinked as he watched the soul remnant turn into a wisp of smoke and sighed, "Why did it run away so quickly? Why was it in such a hurry? It didn't even say a word."

I greeted her, but she didn't respond.

These lately devils are really rude.

"Ha, of course it can run!"

Kreti, standing to the side, glanced at him sideways and secretly pursed her lips.

Why run?

Aren't you talking nonsense?
You don't even know what kind of monster you are, how dare you ask why?

"I told you not to show your face! Look, you scared them away!"

Kretty snorted and complained, "Now it's all over, we can't get in touch with them even if we wanted to."

"Look at you, you're in a hurry."

Herbert, however, seemed completely unfazed, shaking his head without a hint of panic: "I think she will come back."

"Come back? Ha, dream on!"

Miss Devil curled her lip and scoffed, "If I were her, I would never come back! Who knows what you're up to?"

Only an idiot would walk right into a trap!

"Yes, yes, just wait and see, don't rush."

Herbert smiled and shook his head, activating the summoning circle again. He calmly said, "Don't worry, she'll understand once she comes to her senses..."

"First of all, in terms of appearance, how do I look like a bad person?"

"Secondly, I am a well-known philanthropist with impeccable character. How could I possibly frighten her?"

laugh!
Kretty scoffed without any attempt to hide her disdain, and scoffed, "Heh, you're just bragging! I don't believe you."

"I think you really don't understand what your current identity means to those guys hiding in the dark."

The gods do not act lightly.

The many wars of the gods in the past have taught them a bloody lesson—only those who laugh last are the winners. Those who leave the battlefield first are dragged into the mire, while those who leave later wait idly to collect their corpses.

The world situation is becoming increasingly complex, and a single move can have far-reaching consequences. No god likes to let others reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

As a result, the gods began to become increasingly cowardly.

But Herbert was different.

He doesn't have many scruples; he always acts decisively when the time is right, without the slightest hesitation.

To the gods, he was like a stick used to stir up trouble.

Not only will he take the initiative to disrupt the situation, but he will also use poison enchantments to whip the gods, forcing them to fall into his trap.

Herbert looked at Kretty's confident expression, raised an eyebrow, and said with a playful tone, "If you really don't believe me, Kretty, how about we make a bet?"

! ! ?

Upon hearing this, Kreti's eyes widened suddenly, and she jumped back two steps, her entire body radiating wariness. She said nervously:

"Don't even think about it!"

"I won't bet with you!"

Just kidding, everyone knows you've never lost a bet!

Only an idiot would bet with you!

……

……

Bang!

In the messy room, Samiten suddenly stood up and kicked over several bottles.

One of the half-full bottles of molten lava blood wine rolled to the ground, the dark red, viscous liquid gushing out, soaking the dust piled up on the ground and emitting an even stronger odor.

“What’s going on?!”

But Sami didn't have time to care at that moment. He just frantically ran around in his hands, like a headless fly, bumping into things in the cramped space filled with clutter, making thumping sounds.

"What on earth is going on?"

"No way, I'm so unlucky!?"

The short, unlucky monster was almost in tears, his voice trembling with sobs and unbelievable despair, repeatedly muttering:

"How could it be him summoning me?"

That's a god-slayer!
A ruthless individual who strikes hard against evil and spares no one, not even the gods!
Although he is rumored to act strangely and unpredictably, the combination of the identities of "Paladin" and "Godslayer" is the most dangerous signal to the devil!
How did he find me?

He's looking for me... Huh?

"Wait, why would he summon me?"

Sami, who was running around the house, suddenly calmed down. After his initial panic subsided, a doubt arose in his mind.

why?
For someone like Herbert, if they wanted to destroy and judge her, it seems they wouldn't need to go through such a complicated summoning ritual.

He was perfectly capable of locating her hiding place directly and then breaking down the door.

Even if I hide deep in hell... wouldn't he dare to come?
Although the Lord of Hell will see him as a thorn in his side, he probably won't take action himself, but will only send his subordinates to deal with him.

If He doesn't take action personally, can the others stop him?

Sami disagreed.

Those who lack the strength cannot be stopped.

Even those with sufficient strength may not necessarily go all out.

The devil's society has a hierarchy, with the supreme Lord of Hell ruling over all the devils, but "the underdog overthrowing the superior" is always the most popular topic.

Hell has always adhered to one tenet—as long as “betrayal” is not discovered, then it has never happened.

Even the Lord of Hell himself acknowledges this.

Sami felt that no major demon guild would use their trump cards just to hunt Herbert; it would be a losing proposition.

Besides that, what she also found strange was the other party's identity... Herbert was a paladin.

No matter what, a proper paladin would never summon a demon, right?
Something must be wrong here.

Just as Sami was in a state of confusion, her mind filled with questions, she once again felt a faint call from the mortal realm.

They come from the same place.

"Come again!?"

She jumped up as if she had been burned, instinctively trying to completely sever the connection and shut down her senses.

But just before she took action, she hesitated.

"But if he really doesn't mean any harm... then wouldn't it be a bit disrespectful of him to refuse him like this?"

"If we antagonize him..."

Although fear still dominates, reason is slowly returning.

Sami began to analyze the situation.

Herbert didn't attack immediately during the first summoning, nor did he show any obvious hostility, yet he initiated a second summoning. Does this mean... he truly meant no harm and only wanted to communicate with her?
If she runs away from this, will he feel unhappy about being "rejected" and then come looking for her in person?
In that case, the consequences would be even more unimaginable!

"But, but..."

She was caught in a fierce internal struggle, and her already gloomy face became even more aggrieved.

Agreeing to it could mean immediate disaster.

Refusing might mean the end for you, and you might even suffer a worse fate.

"Waaaah, why am I so miserable..."

She plopped down on the ground in sorrow, creating a ripple effect, then grabbed an open bottle and started chugging it down her throat.

Tons, tons, tons!
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle... Hah! Hiccup!"

……

……

Lava Hell.

"Oh, I wouldn't hurt you, it's just a game."

"Hmph, I'm not betting. What you say won't work. I'm not betting with you!"

"Sigh, don't you trust me at all? Would I ever harm you?"

"You still say that it's you I don't trust!"

Herbert had originally intended to entice Kretty to sign a betting agreement with him, but to his surprise, she didn't fall for it at all.

disappointing.

"What good would it do me to harm you? I... Oh? You're here so soon."

He turned his head to look at the ritual array, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Hehe, the little girl is quite perceptive."

"Ok?"

Kreti turned her head in confusion and saw the summoning circle light up again, and Sammy's petite yet surprisingly voluptuous figure reappeared.

"Uh, sir, Godslayer?"

The dejected devil shrank back timidly, looking at Herbert cautiously, and weakly asked, "Um, you... what do you need me for?"

After a fierce internal struggle and after downing two bottles of blood wine, Sami finally made up his mind.

Take a gamble.

Although it's a bit inappropriate for her to say this, well... no one can be unlucky forever, right?
Can't you?
(End of this chapter)