Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"..."

It was a strange feeling, and Herbert saw his own body clearly.

The delicate skin was lying quietly on the ground, with his hands on his chest, as if he was asleep.

The white-haired boy closed his eyes tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his fair skin.

His face was calm and serene, without any trace of pain or struggle.

A head of originally smooth white hair was scattered around randomly, like a silver halo.

His body lay very stretched, his limbs relaxed naturally, like a child having a sweet dream.

And around his body, there are bright flowers planted, with morning dew on the petals. Under the sunlight, they are like crystal clear pearls, reflecting colorful light.

The flowers are clustered together, and when the breeze blows, they sway gently and make a slight rustling sound, as if they are whispering, and they seem to be guarding the sleeping body.

This picture is beautiful, but it is also really weird...

It felt like I was attending my own funeral.

"I said, can you stop planting flowers next to me? This feels really weird."

Herbert, who was in his soul state, had no choice but to stop, stopping Freme from continuing to plant flowers around him.

"But these flowers are really beautiful! They match you very well!" Ms. Mermaid argued hard, trying to win the right to continue planting flowers.

But was severely rejected by Herbert.

"No, stop planting and obey!"

I just had an out-of-body experience, not a funeral!

I just left my soul, not really!

"……All right."

Freme was still a little reluctant to leave, so she secretly hid the flower seeds she finally collected... and then planted them after he left.

"Ahem!"

In order to prevent Herbert from noticing this detail, Freme coughed and then said proactively: "It seems you understand what I am thinking."

"Yes, as long as you maintain the out-of-body state, you can stay out longer."

There are some differences between out-of-body experience and spiritual transformation.

Although it is also about entering the spirit state, the soul leaving the body does not need to expend more power to change the shape of the body, and can greatly extend the maintenance time of the spirit body.

Of course, this kind of risk is also higher. Once in danger, you can't change back to your physical state, and you won't be able to exert much strength.

But this is actually not a problem for Herbert.

Although most of his abilities are focused on the physical body, losing the physical body seems to weaken his strength a lot.

But even Herbert in his prime didn't mean much to the Misty Mountains.

Still the same insignificance.

There is not much difference between weak ants and slightly stronger ants to humans.

And he had two bodyguards with him.

The Centaur Heroic Spirit Sophia can display legendary level combat power, and... a certain God of Harmony who fishes in the shadows.

Herbert clearly remembered that He said a long time ago that he could briefly burst out of legendary level abilities.

And after devouring so many new monster materials, can his strength not improve at all?

Not to mention, Ninasha had been very relaxed when she had ravaged Crete before.

The specific combat power is unknown, but it is estimated to be higher than Sophia.

Fleme didn't know this, she just pinned her hopes on Sophia.

She nodded at Sophia, who nodded vigorously and energetically.

"Swear to protect my lord to the death!"

Fleme smiled with satisfaction, and then continued to talk to Herbert:

"Sophia can help you protect your soul, but your body will be left to my care during this period."

It is important to protect the physical body.

For people whose souls have left their body, there is a crucial rule - as long as the body is not damaged, they will not suffer serious damage if they return to the body on time.

Out-of-body experience is an extremely strange and dangerous state. When the soul leaves the body, the body is like a temporarily unmanned ship, docked quietly in place.

At this time, the body becomes extremely fragile. It loses the dominance and protection of the soul, and has almost no defense ability against the outside world.

However, as long as the body is not damaged, it is like a safe harbor, waiting for the soul to return.

Fleme clenched her little fists hard and said seriously:

"As long as I'm here, don't worry! I will never let anyone else do anything to it."

Her firm assurance reassured Herbert.

"Okay, I'll feel relieved as long as you're here... huh?"

Will you really feel at ease?

Why do your words sound weird?

Others?

Herbert looked at his body lying quietly on the ground, and then at Miss Mermaid, who had a serious expression. He narrowed his eyes and said slowly:

"Not just others...you, please don't mess around either."

"..."

In response to Herbert's warning, Freme just turned her head to the side silently - as if she was intermittently deaf.

And this reaction undoubtedly exposed her heart.

What are you going to do to my body! ! ?

You shrimp-headed mermaid!

"well!"

Herbert sighed deeply and reluctantly wanted to pat Freme on the head, but his palm passed through her body.

At this time, Fleme also turned back to him, smiled and stuck out her tongue.

"Hmph~ If you don't want me to do something to your body, then you should come back early!"

Returning to the body on time is the key to preventing the soul from being harmed when leaving the body.

The time the soul spends outside the body seems to be a race against time, and every minute and every second that passes is accompanied by an increase in risk.

Just like a kite flying in the air, the end of the string must be tightly tied to a fixture on the ground.

Once the time is exceeded and the line breaks, the kite may lose its way and never come back.

When the soul returns to the body within the specified time, it can regain control of the body, and the body's various functions can quickly resume normal operation without any serious harm caused by the soul leaving the body.

But if this rule is violated, the soul may suffer various unknown dangers outside the body, and the body may also suffer from functional decline due to the lack of support from the soul for a long time.

Herbert also knew this and knew that he could not stay out for too long.

"Oh, okay, I'll definitely be back soon."

Herbert responded helplessly, and suddenly felt his body being gently pulled.

Um?

Herbert couldn't catch Freme, but she, the legendary mage, could gently catch this "weak" soul.

She pulled Herbert to her and kissed Soul gently on the lips.

Then, before Herbert could feel the kiss in his soul state, Freme let him go.

"Um?"

He felt it carefully and found that there was no new protection on him.

What does this mean?

Herbert originally wanted to ask, but looking at Miss Mermaid's proud expression, he suddenly understood something.

No protection?

No.

He has received the best protection.

Siren's attachment.

This love itself is already the best protection.

Just like Herbert did not make a new agreement with Freme this time, she also did not leave him any new protection.

This sincere feeling binds him more than the agreement.

Herbert smiled and shook his head, then waved to Sophia, and when she came, he turned over and jumped on her horse.

Herbert can easily penetrate other people's bodies at this moment, but for each other who are both spiritual bodies, such contact is like a physical collision.

He sat firmly on Miss Centaur's back, lightly clamped his legs, and Sophia turned her body in compliance with his wishes.

Herbert sat on the horse, looked down at Freme who was sitting next to the flowers, and chuckled: "I'm going."

Fleme also nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Go, my chosen hero, do what you want to do."

"I will always be here waiting for you to come back."

The two of them nodded gently, just like a soldier before leaving and a friend seeing him off.

After saying goodbye, the two of them were speechless.

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and Herbert rode the centaur into the mist.

"..."

After running into the fog, Herbert suddenly started chatting with Ninasha without any warning.

"Ninasha, I think..."

【"Um?"】

Herbert was silent for a moment, and then said in a very deep tone

"Freme must like me."

【"……Um?"】

Ninasha thought about it seriously, and then she realized what this guy was doing.

["Tsk, you are so disgusting."]

The show of affection is on my face, do you still have any conscience?

Are you a human being? ! ?

…

Shortly after Herbert and Sophia left, Freme sighed softly.

"well……"

If possible, she was really unwilling to let Herbert take such a risk.

But now that the decision has been made, don't continue to regret it.

She sat on the grass, put her fish tail into the spring water and shook it gently.

She wanted to sing, but she was worried about the unconscious Steven lying there, so she had no choice but to hold back.

After enduring it for a while, Freme suddenly laughed: "But... it's not all bad, hehe."

She first looked around guiltily, then closed her eyes and listened carefully to the sound.

"..."

After confirming that Herbert and the others were completely gone, he turned his attention to the body not far in front of him.

"hey-hey!"

I didn't force you on purpose.

But you left your physical body behind!

Although I did say something like "If you don't want me to do something to you, come back earlier!"

But I have never made a promise like "If you come back early, I won't do anything to your body."

hey-hey.

This time it falls into my hands again!

"I want to make up for all the things I didn't observe last time this time!"

She slowly moved to Herbert's side, and then stretched her sinful little hands to his clothes buttons.

…

"Well, uh..."

Steven slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the sky.

"I, what's wrong with me?"

He remembered that he seemed to see the messengers sent by the gods to save him.

No, that's not right.

That must have been earlier. I seemed to have seen other things?

Grassland, spring water...

Yes, I saw a miracle!

And then...well, what then?

After that, he seemed to feel a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then he couldn't remember anything.

It seems that I have forgotten something important, but it seems that it is not important?

There is always an ominous premonition that "if I remember it, it will bring disaster."

But Steven is not one of them, he has no memory at all.

Before, in a coma, in a state that seemed like a dream, he seemed to see an angel!

The holy image flashed before his eyes, turned into blood-colored wings, illuminating the darkness in front of him.

Then, he woke up slowly.

When Steven's vision gradually became clear, he saw the angel lying quietly in the grass at a glance.

The grass was soft and green, and the angel lay quietly in it, with a calm and peaceful face, and the whole body seemed to exude a kind of tranquility and holiness.

And beside the angel...

Before he could see clearly what the figure next to him was, he heard a loud shout.

"Who! !?"

! ! !

At this moment, Steven seemed to hear countless ghosts screaming in his ears!

Without any defense or resistance, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Uh--"

This time, Steven's injury was even worse!

The wound was not on the body, but on the soul.

He almost died...

"Huh?"

Freyme, who was already guilty of being a thief, was startled and overreacted after hearing the noise.

She turned her head and looked at the unconscious Steven, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was still breathing.

"Huh... You scared me!"

Fortunately, she did not use her full strength, otherwise Steven would have died this time.

The title of [Death Howl] is not in vain.

After the embarrassment, she looked at the poor guy who fell into a coma again, and couldn't help laughing, saying helplessly:

"No, why did this guy faint again?"

In the thick fog, there were many figures vaguely.

It was the Heroic Spirit.

The fog was like a thick curtain, half covering the figures of the Heroic Spirits.

These heroes just stayed there quietly. Some of them stood, motionless like statues, and some half-knelt, their posture seemed to be frozen in a certain moment.

Those heroes looked very miserable, and most of their bodies were incomplete.

Some lost their arms, and the broken arms were empty. Some heroes had broken legs and could only stand in a shaky posture.

Others had huge wounds on their bodies, and the wounds seemed to emit a faint light.

They looked very weak, and their bodies, which should have been full of strength, were like candles in the wind, so weak that they could dissipate at any time.

Their eyes were also exhausted and powerless. The bravery and glory of the past seemed to be buried in this weak state, leaving only a dead silence.

They all didn't move at all, as if they were already dead.

The silence around them seemed like a silent mourning, and the mist seemed like a gray curtain pulled up for their "death".

It was unknown how long this silence lasted... until someone broke it.

Countless Heroic Spirits raised their heads at this moment.

They felt that another new Heroic Spirit had awakened!

And it was definitely an extremely powerful Heroic Spirit!

No.

This new awakener might not be just a Heroic Spirit.

Holy Spirit?

Or an Angel?

Curious, they turned their eyes in the direction of the awakener.

Then, they saw it.

In the thick fog that seemed to be real, a strange and shocking figure slowly moved forward.

It was an angel with scarlet wings.

Every time his wings flapped, a weak airflow was brought up, stirring up small waves in the fog.

The feathers of the wings seemed to be stained with blood, dazzling red and revealing a hint of mystery.

The angel's face was not clear, but one could feel his handsome and cold temperament, and his eyes flashed with a holy and firm light.

He was wearing a white robe that exuded a soft halo, and the robe fluttered gently in the wind.

And he was riding a centaur hero in armor.

A legendary centaur!

The armor was a dark metallic color, with ancient runes and scratches left by battles, telling of past glory and battles.

The centaur hero was heroic, with hair as white as snow. He held a spear with a cold glow, and looked around vigilantly.

They walked step by step in the mist, and every step seemed to be on a mysterious string.

Their footsteps played a silent movement, as if they were going to an unknown and mission-filled place.

Their appearance was like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility of the spirit world.

The eyes of the heroes who were hidden in the misty mountains were attracted one after another.

The forms of the heroes changed slightly.

Some of them emitted a faint blue light, like a dancing cold flame, while others were illusory, as if they would disappear into the mist at any time.

The heroes began to whisper.

Their whispers echoed in the mist, like countless tiny insects buzzing in their ears.

The illusory voices seemed to come from a distant place, ethereal and vague.

Some heroes were full of curiosity, their eyes sparkling with excitement, gathering together, whispering, trying to guess the origin of this pair.

They discussed the identity of the angel who had just awakened, wondering what new changes he would bring to the fog?

Is it a sign that the fog is about to undergo some major changes?

"!!!"

But suddenly, the voices of some heroes disappeared.

There was fear in their eyes, and they shrank as if they had seen some extremely terrifying existence.

The fear spread in their eyes like a cold tide, and they lowered their voices, fearing to attract the attention of the angels and centaurs.

Accompanied by the emotions of fear and curiosity, they spread rapidly in the fog.

They saw it.

Behind the angel and the warhorse, there was a huge shadow.

And in that shadow that seemed to devour everything, they felt a kind of fear that made their souls tremble!

Unknown, like a god's fear.

"Who is he...?"

In the deeper fog, such a whisper came.