Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 200 Miracle? (2/5)

Herbert silently experienced it for a while, nodded, then poured the prepared hot water and skillfully shed the feathers.

Now that things have come to this, let's eat first.

We are going to die anyway, so we can't waste it.

Kunkun can't die in vain!

"All the fancy cuts are for you, and all the tonics are also for you~"

Herbert hummed a song and began to prepare skillfully.

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Since Valentina can't wake up for the time being, he will have to enjoy it alone.

"Meet in the stomach~"

"Food, far from enough——"

Steve looked at the rotten meat left on the fish head, estimated it, and shook his head heavily.

Although he had made up his mind to sacrifice himself to the unknown god before, he was still a little hesitant when the time came.

This is the nature of human beings. Once there is hope, the decision made in despair will hesitate again.

Steven hopes to struggle one more time.

"Without fresh water, in my current condition, I can only hold on for three more days at most."

He tried to collect water, but the thick fog dissipated without leaving any dew.

As for the freshwater lake that swallowed his companions, Steven didn't dare to think about it at all.

The food was only enough to support three days, and he was very weak, so he needed a lot of energy to repair himself.

Especially the wound on the wrist, although it had been simply treated and burned with a red-hot blade to barely stop the bleeding.

But it was only a temporary solution, and the wound was still at risk of rupture at any time, and even had a tendency to rot.

Or maybe his physique was strong enough, he didn't have a fever yet, but if he started to have a fever after being weak, he might not even last three days.

The messenger of death followed him, like a shadow.

He had to find a way out.

But unfortunately, he didn't have a boat to escape from here now.

With his knowledge of wilderness survival, he could actually build a wooden boat to escape.

But the trees here were too hard.

Steven tried to chop them, but the trunks were as hard as gold and iron, and he couldn't chop them down in his current situation.

The branches he used to start the fire were picked up from the ground.

And it was obviously unrealistic to swim to the other side directly by body, because there were all kinds of dangerous creatures in the sea that could easily devour him.

He collected some broken branches around him and wanted to build himself an extremely simple shelter near the wood pile.

When he returned to the altar from the sea, he was stunned.

Because there was an extra building there!

A simple shelter that was exactly what he thought in his mind.

!

"This, this-."

Steven was stunned by the building he looked at.

He clearly remembered that when he left, there was absolutely no such building!

Moreover, this building was exactly the same as he thought.

Am I dreaming?

Is this a miracle?

Did the god hear my call?

This·

In addition to being excited and shocked, Steven also felt fear.

What kind of existence can know what he thinks in his heart and restore it in reality?

God.

Only God can do this.

Steven is not a devout believer.

He does not have too much respect for the gods, and only believes in the God of the Sun verbally.

In his heart, he is not very interested in the gods, and thinks that the miracles preached by the churches of the gods are just tricks to deceive believers.

But now he really saw it with his own eyes.

Miracle.

Miracle of creation out of thin air!

He knelt in front of the shelter and kept expressing his admiration.

He hoped that the gods would respond to his prayers at this moment and guide him.

No matter who he is.

No matter what he wants to do.

Please show up!

But until the sun set, the Misty Mountains were shrouded in darkness again, and Steven still did not get any instructions.

The unknown god ignored his prayers.

But this did not make Steven angry.

After seeing the miracle with his own eyes, he now has a very fanatical faith in the gods.

It is definitely not that the gods cannot respond to me, but that they are unwilling to pay attention to me.

It is that my faith is not devout enough!

In order to prove his piety, he dragged his injured body to the wooden stake and kept praying and thanking.

What Steven did not notice was that while he was constantly worshiping the wooden stake---in the darkness, there was a special existence watching him,

The pair of indifferent and deep eyes penetrated the light of the Pure Land and silently watched Steven's every move.

It was a female gray centaur whose figure looked illusory and transparent.

She had a heroic face, wearing a simple leather armor on her upper body, a longbow on her back, and a heavy battle armor on her lower body.

In addition, her four hooves were not stepping on the ground at this moment, but floating in the air.

After a moment, she looked at the wooden stake, staring at the remaining bloodstains, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

What on earth is that?

Why is there a smell coming from it?

Is it back?

Or is it his new follower?

It's been so long, has he not completely dissipated?

Now he comes back and announces it so loudly, is he trying to make us surrender? At this point, is it possible?

The centaur pondered silently, and suddenly felt a faint mist behind him, and heard some laughter from the past.

", Forgotten Wine -- that guy is running around again."

She knew that the guy hiding in the lake had also come and broke into her territory without following the rules.

She looked back with some dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything, and disappeared in an instant.

Forget it, let's wait and see.

Now only I and Forgotten Wine noticed this breath --..- Don't act rashly for the time being. Although the messenger walked into his territory and occupied a part of the area domineeringly, there is nothing to endure.

Wait until those guys hiding in the depths also notice his existence before making a decision.

She doesn't want to be the first one to come out!

After the centaur left, the ground where she was standing slowly opened up, and a half-human-high eggshell emerged.

The eggshell carefully observed for a while, and then carefully crawled out of the ground.

There was a small hole at the bottom of the eggshell, and a slender scale tail stretched out from it, supporting it and driving it forward.

The eggshell looked at the wooden stake stained with Herbert's blood and Steven who had worshiped it before, and swayed up and down, as if it was very satisfied with it.