What should I do if the hero is resurrected in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?

Chapter 1 Resurrection
The Kingdom of Visegrain.

A tomb chamber located deep within a remote hill.

Inside the coffin, the man opened his eyes. He lifted the coffin lid; above him was complete darkness.

"Hmm... How did you sleep? I hope the long sleep didn't dull your senses~"

A pleasant female voice rang in my ears. A sweet, citrus-like fragrance wafted towards my nose... This was not the smell that should be in a tomb.

"He slew the Demon King 1352 years ago, and displayed a miracle known as resurrection, returning from the dead. For the next century, he continuously used this power to save humanity from suffering, and even once again defeated a newly enthroned Demon King. To slay two Demon Kings in succession—such a feat is no wonder..."

The newcomer's voice was soft and sweet. Even though there was a distance between them, a horrifying scene inexplicably appeared in the man's mind: the other person's fragrant lips were close to his ear, the sweet breath slid into his ear canal, and his brain marrow gradually melted into warm slurry under the corrosive influence of the bewitching voice, gushing out of his ear canal.

As he imagined it, the scene became clearer and clearer, almost transforming into a haunting nightmare.

As he straightened up from the coffin, he instinctively reached for his side, only to find that the holy sword that should have been bound there was nowhere to be seen; instead, a small dagger hung on his belt…

He then remembered that his favorite weapon had not been buried with him; he had entrusted it to a trustworthy friend before his death.

He drew his dagger, flexed his muscles, and leaped out of the coffin, landing smoothly. His dark blue eyes, accustomed to the darkness, quickly imprinted the surrounding environment into his mind, including the slender figure standing gracefully in front of his coffin.

Clap, clap, clap. The crisp sound of clapping rang out, accompanied by a few soft laughs.

After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, her fair legs stood out even more, while the pure white wings behind her, shaped like bat wings, fluttered slightly, creating a gentle breeze that carried her sweet fragrance to the man's side.

Without a doubt, that figure was the source of the citrus scent, and also the reason why the man felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Just standing there is enough to make soldiers lose the will to resist. Appearing on the battlefield can instantly change the course of the war. The concentration of magic emanating from it… its location is itself a miniature demon realm!

Pure muscle reflex. The man suddenly exerted force, gripping the dagger tightly and lowering his body forward, instantly closing the distance with his opponent. All he needed to do was plunge the blade into the eye socket, destroying the opponent's brain structure…

But that fluid, seamless movement came to an abrupt halt. The man froze, standing motionless before his enemy, the tip of his blade resting on the other's crimson eyes that gleamed in the darkness, unable to penetrate even a fraction further.

"Ah, what a warm welcome. It seems that a thousand years of death have not diminished your fighting spirit, Lord Mirad... or rather, Saint Mirad who has been resurrected?"

With its long, gelatinous tail coiled in front of it, Mirand flicked the dagger in his hand with a gentle flick of its heart-shaped tip, instantly disintegrating it into fine silver dust that trickled down between his fingers.

My body was frozen in place, and I was completely unable to move.

A kind of top-tier immobilization spell. Unlike petrification, the eyes and brain can still function, but the body is completely unable to move.

The other party didn't seem to have any intention of making any further moves, so Mirad finally had a chance to examine the monster in front of him.

Whether it's the devil horn twisting and folding backward on her forehead, or the bat wings and long tail behind her, they all demonstrate her genuine non-human identity.

But... setting aside these unusual characteristics, the other person's appearance was among the most stunningly beautiful people Mirad had ever seen in his life.

His bright silver hair shone even in the dark, and his pale skin, unlike that of a human, was as pure as the snow on the summit of Mount Meblia in his memory.

Her youthful figure, with its gentle curves, revealed the naivety unique to girls her age, and her scarlet eyes reminded him of...

No, that's not right. My life is at stake now, how could I be so careless?
He was startled to realize that his thoughts had been completely consumed by the other person's otherworldly beauty, to the point that he had even abandoned his own life to admire the other person's face, a harmonious blend of human and demonic features.

There aren't many monsters that hunt based on human reproductive desires, and the one whose characteristics match the description of the other is undoubtedly a mid-level demon called a "succubus".

But a mid-level demon shouldn't possess such power to completely suppress me. If all mid-level demons were this powerful, humanity would have been slaughtered by those ruthless monsters long ago, leaving no survivors.

"...It's called the Miracle of Resurrection. It's speculated that after death, the body absorbs the surrounding dissipated magic to repair itself. But it seems that this time you've been awake for an unusually long time. More than a thousand years have passed since your last death... Oh dear, you're not listening to me."

Enchanting heroes and warriors, corrupting kings and priests.

Sucking out the vital essence and then killing the emaciated humans, succubi are much more elegant than other monsters that literally devour humans alive, but a monster is still a monster.

They cannot understand human behavior, culture, or thought. The vast majority of demons lack even basic intelligence and reason; their sole purpose is to slaughter humans, making them, without a doubt, mortal enemies of humanity.

...And those few monsters that possess intelligence and reason only use these things to think about how to slaughter humans more efficiently.

"Such a powerful killing intent. The waves surging in your eyes are making my heart race... Do you want to drown me in them?"

The succubus flirtatiously pinched his chin, forcing Mirand to lower his head and meet her gaze, who was a head shorter than him. Sharp nails, the same color as her pupils, brushed against Mirand's dry lips, bringing a strange, tingling sensation.

Their eyes met, and Mirad felt only absurdity and horror. How could he see a trace of pity in those eyes that shimmered with an eerie red?

“I understand your eagerness for revenge… but considering I’ve come all this way and waited for so long, Mr. Mirand, could you please listen to what I have to say? Anyway, you can’t escape now and you’re at my mercy, can you?”

In a sense, his life was indeed completely in the other party's hands. But death was not the end for him, just a rather long sleep. He had the confidence and ability to completely ignore the threat of this monster.

However, if what the other party said is true, then thirteen hundred years have passed since he received the blessing of the main god and became a hero. Therefore, his last death was indeed around a thousand years ago.

He remembered clearly how he, having been hastily awakened and unarmed, had stopped the surging tide of monsters. By the time he collapsed from exhaustion, he must have experienced seven sunrises and seven sunsets. He wondered if that short time would have been enough for the people in the city to successfully evacuate.

...Having experienced so much, he couldn't help but reminisce about the past. He turned his attention to the demon in front of him, curious to see what kind of seductive words it could utter to bewitch him.

Having confirmed that Mirad was truly prepared to listen, the monster continued to trace the outline of his lips with its fingertips, his cherry lips slightly parted.
“A thousand years ago, my mother ascended to the throne of the Demon King. With the help of my father, she changed the rules of the world, so that monsters were no longer tools for slaughter.”

"The monsters that have taken human form are now like young girls full of love, no longer craving killing and cannibalism, but seeking to unite with humans."

"The blood feud that shaped you is now history."

………?
Mirad was stunned for a moment before he could understand what the monster in front of him was trying to tell him.

Monsters have taken human form and stopped killing humans?
Such a low-level lie and joke, if told to a few of his former companions, would probably make them laugh so hard they could barely hold their swords, and then they'd probably end up hitting themselves with a club and sending themselves to the bishop for an exorcism.

As if sensing the mockery in Mirad's eyes, the monster curled its lips and snapped its fingers, instantly illuminating the previously dark space.

"Ha, I could have guessed that would be the reaction."

The soft light illuminated the surroundings, allowing Mirad to see the decorations of his tomb and the monster's clothing.

As he wished, the empty tomb chamber contained nothing but the coffin and no other burial goods. The exorcism incantations carved on the stone walls were still clearly visible, but they did not react to the arrival of the demons... A thousand years had probably exhausted the stored magic power.

He turned his gaze to the monster.

The succubus, despite her slender figure, still dressed in the way that exposed her skin to the greatest extent possible, just as Mirad remembered.

The lingerie beneath the semi-transparent, pure white gauze dress only covered the key areas, while a simple belt accentuated the slender lines that extended to her long, shapely legs and then cinched at her flawless, white bare feet.

He moved his mouth, perhaps due to the effect of the monster's caress, and now he was able to speak freely, though only by moving his lips and tongue.

Being able to move one's tongue... is enough.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

The ground where the monster stood and the corresponding ceiling rose and collided with each other at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The beautiful monster, like a fly caught by a plant trapping insects, was pinned between two tightly fitted, heavy boulders before it could even react.

Stone pillars that sprouted from the soles of his feet supported Mirad's immobile body, stabilizing him from the shockwave generated by the collision of the boulders.

But... there was no splattering blood or bits of flesh.

(End of this chapter)