Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 297 Monster? Curse? (5K)

Theresa had a feeling that she had become some kind of monster.

A monster with great power.

Strength, speed, physique - everything is different from the past.

The world in her eyes also became different.

Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the air flow, smell, and temperature around her.

All she had to do was stick out her tongue, which had grown slender at some point, and move it around randomly.

So, recall, when did the change occur?

It seemed like it was not long ago, when I was being chased for the first time.

After successfully escaping from the Endeavour caravan, Quinna did not take her with her.

The woman who called herself a knight asked Theresa to hide carefully in a corner and wait for her to come back.

She had to go back and do one more thing, not only to save herself, but also to liberate other slaves.

Theresa was obedient and hid quietly in that dark corner.

However, Quinna was gone for a long, long time, but there was no sign of her coming back.

As time passed, Theresa became more and more uneasy. Fear gradually overwhelmed her excitement and occupied her entire heart.

Finally, hoping for a lucky break, Theresa quietly stuck her head out to see what was going on outside.

She thought it was just a quick look, and there shouldn't be any accidents.

Then, as expected, an accident happened.

She made eye contact with a dark elf guard who happened to be passing by, and they bumped into each other by chance.

At that moment, the intense fear in her brain almost made Theresa collapse.

The memory after that is a little fuzzy, with only sporadic fragments left.

All Theresa remembered was that she was running for her life, trying to escape from the enemy.

And she, a village girl who had no training and had been hungry for a long time, actually escaped from a fully armed soldier!

When Theresa stopped after running for who knows how long, she finally noticed the changes in herself.

She seemed to have turned into a monster with a human body and a snake tail.

What on earth happened?

Theresa was puzzled and filled with fear, but this was not entirely true.

The moment she really realized what was happening, she was not as scared as she thought.

Theresa actually knew it vaguely in her heart.

As a smart and sensitive child, she knew from an early age that she was different from ordinary people.

She can see more clearly than others at night, is never afraid of bloody scenes, is more afraid of cold than others, has a slower heartbeat and a much lower body temperature than others. She must have a secret, otherwise, her father would not have left her with him and left her in that remote village where only old people were.

Although the villagers did not deliberately target her or beat or scold her, they never concealed their alienation.

But like all country girls, no, like all innocent children, Theresa also imagined that these special things about herself had special secrets.

Theresa also fantasized that she was unique and the lucky one who was "chosen" in the story.

She had been waiting for her own knight, hoping that someone could save her from that village.

Later, when she read her father's letter, Theresa was also very excited.

She is a descendant of the nobility, and perhaps she could be one of those princesses in the story who were forced to live outside.

She embarked on a journey, hoping to know the truth thoroughly.

And now... the truth has come to light.

There is indeed a shocking secret in myself, but it is not as beautiful as I imagined. I am not the princess that the knight is going to save, nor even the supporting role of the village girl.

I have become the monster in the story that needs to be eliminated.

A half-human, half-snake monster!

After thinking this through, Theresa couldn't help wanting to cry.

What is the purpose of doing all this?

Mustering the courage to walk out of the village, being captured by slave traders on the way, enduring hunger, enduring pain - insisting on not wanting to die, suffering through all this, what was the point?

Is it just to turn into an ugly monster?

Theresa wanted to die.

She was fed up with this nightmare and wanted to wake up from it.

She doesn't want to live as a monster.

But Theresa didn't know how to die.

A village girl doesn't have such knowledge.

Her fingers turned into sharp claws, but they were unable to pierce the scales at her throat.

She wanted to strangle herself to death, but her fingers were too weak to let go, and by the time she was too weak to let go, there wouldn't even be a trace of blood left.

She tried to commit suicide by hitting her head against the wall, but only a dent was made on the wall, and there was no scar on her forehead. Theresa could not kill herself.

After several failed attempts, Theresa came up with a solution.

If you can't do it yourself, let others do it.

She wanted to kill herself with the help of others.

Those guards chasing me, they must have a way to kill me!

But Theresa waited for a long time, but still no pursuers came. They seemed to have forgotten her and hesitated for a while. Theresa decided to go back the same way and find those soldiers herself.

But her act of committing suicide still did not go as smoothly as she wished.

Theresa first saw a group of stone statues.

They were stone statues of elves, all running with fierce looks on their faces, and they fell to the ground in pieces.

The statues are so lifelike, and the carving skills are so powerful that it seems as if they were alive not long ago.

“What’s going on here?”

"It should have nothing to do with me, right?"

She remained silent, didn't ask any further questions, and continued on her way.

After continuing to retreat for a while, Theresa finally met the guards, but they did not intend to arrest her.

In fact, it seemed that these few people could no longer do anything.

The several dark elf guards were all left with only one breath left, and they fainted on the ground in pain.

Their bodies seemed to have been cruelly strangled, with all bones and tendons broken. They collapsed limply to the ground, breathing in more than they exhaled.

The surrounding ground was also in a horrible state, as if it had been ravaged by some giant beast, or whipped by a whip.

Theresa was confused and recalled the past in panic for a while. She lowered her head silently and saw that there seemed to be some blood stains on the tip of her tail that had not completely dried.

"It should have nothing to do with me, right?"

Theresa hesitated, but finally remained silent.

She thought of the "stone statue" before, and vaguely recalled that Quinna had mentioned that she had a spell to turn others into stone.

At that time, Theresa didn't take it seriously. She just thought she was joking and felt that a country girl like her couldn't possibly know any magic.

But now it seems that the truth is not so.

It is impossible for a village girl to know spells, but it is no problem for a monster disguised as a village girl to know spells.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Theresa couldn't play dumb even if she wanted to.

Admit it, you are the one who killed these guards.

And. These guards probably can't kill her.

So, the problem is back to the beginning.

"How on earth am I supposed to die?"

The girl wanted to die, but found that she couldn't do it at all.

Theresa lowered her head, coiled her tail naturally, and huddled in place.

I wanted to live, but I turned into a monster.

I want to die, but I can't.

"Is this my destiny?"

Theresa whispered in a depressed tone: "Why did fate treat me like this? What did I do wrong?"

"I have always tried to be a good child and have never quarreled with my father."

"Why? Why do you treat me like this?"

She bit her lips so hard that her sharp teeth pierced her lips, causing blood to flow down the corners of her lips.

After a moment, an idea flashed through Theresa's mind, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"Miss Quinna."

"Maybe I should go find Miss Quinna. She's a knight and should know how to kill me.

"No, that's not right, curse!"

"Maybe I'm just cursed!"

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she suddenly thought of something crucial.

According to those slave guards, both he and Quinna were cursed!

right!

It's a curse!

It must be a curse!

All the changes in me are the result of the curse!

Teresa seemed to have grasped the last straw and kept muttering.

"We are cursed!"

"Maybe, maybe Miss Quinna knows how to change me back!"

Miss Quinna was not really cursed. She deliberately relied on the curse to become weak in order to sneak into the slave caravan.

Maybe she knows how to do it!?

No, definitely, she must know!

After thinking this through, Theresa's mentality suddenly changed.

She doesn't want to die.

No one wants to die if they can live.

If she could return to her original appearance, she would still want to live.

"But why hasn't Miss Quinna come back yet? Did she encounter danger on the road?"

Theresa hesitated for a moment, but quickly made up her mind.

She was going back to the slave trader to find Quinna.

As for being discovered on the road...don't be afraid.

I am strong!

Although Theresa doesn't like the way she is now, this strength does make her feel at ease.

She was not clear about the strength division of professionals, nor was she clear about the levels of monsters. She only knew that she was stronger than these guards.

"She saved me before, now it's my turn to save her!"

Theresa's confidence was stronger than ever, and she was ready to rush back to rescue Quinna.

However, just as the girl was about to start, her tongue moved slightly and she suddenly turned her head towards the shadow on the side.

"Oh? You really noticed me."

A short, hooded figure emerged from the shadows. He looked like a child, only half the height of a normal man.

However, one can tell that he has dark elf blood from the dark skin on his exposed arms.

If an experienced veteran is present, he can tell at a glance that this is a mixed-race person with halfling and dark elf blood.

Most mixed-race people come from accidents, but the birth of this mixed-race is the result of deliberate selection by the dark elves.

The dark elves would carefully select a group of halflings, tie them up, and then make them studs, having some unspeakable interactions with them to enrich the diversity of the race.

Not all mixed-race people can inherit the advantages of their parents, and there will be many "defective products" in this process.

Born.

According to the usual style of the dark elves, naturally only the "superior" are qualified to survive.

The assassins before us are the finished product, they are called "Shadow Daggers".

The Shadow Daggers have the stealth talent of the Halflings and the affinity for shadows of the Dark Elves, and each one is a master of assassination.

They are the sharpest blades in the hands of every Dark Elf Grandmother, used to handle some secret and dirty work.

It is used to assassinate hostile forces, and also to intimidate one's own people and maintain one's rule.

But Theresa, as a short-sighted country girl, had no idea what this meant.

She just instinctively felt that the guy in front of her was very scary, and she felt the blood in her body become colder.

The girl did not act rashly. She just stared at the other person in panic, and her breathing became slower.

The assassin with the shadow dagger ignored Theresa's nervousness, walked out of the shadows, tossed the dagger, and sneered:

"You are the filthy snake demon who violated the taboo of the Moore family? You are so brave!"

He stopped five meters away from Theresa, without taking a single step closer, and looked at her with disdain.

Theresa felt uncomfortable under his cold gaze, but she didn't want to surrender.

She pulled herself together and shouted at the assassin, "I, I'm not a snake demon! I'm just cursed!"

Theresa didn't know what the truth was, but she chose to believe it.

Because this is her only hope to survive!

"curse?"

The assassin frowned after hearing this, took a half step back, touched the bag on his waist with his fingertips, and took out a bone ring.

After putting on the ring, the assassin was obviously relieved. He snorted again, "Can a snake demon be cursed?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Teresa slammed her tail on the ground and shouted, "I'm not a snake demon, I'm just cursed..."

Theresa tried to argue, but the assassin was already getting impatient and waved his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense. No matter if you are cursed or not, if you violate the taboos in Moore City, you must pay the price!"

"I'm not, I really am—"

Theresa argued and wanted to explain more, but suddenly she instinctively felt that something was wrong behind her.

"Um!?"

She turned around suddenly and saw that the shadow behind her had changed into another shape - a short shadow!

What?

"Hey, you're pretty quick."

Shadow opened his eyes and smiled at her disdainfully: "But it's too late."

That assassin actually exchanged positions with the shadow!

"you--..-"

Theresa watched all this in panic and wanted to dodge, but found that he had already rushed in front of her.

The dagger in his hand was extremely sharp, flashing a chilling cold light, and stabbed towards her throat.

Theresa wanted to die before, and that desire was genuine.

She felt that she was not afraid of death.

However, when death really came, when the biting coldness climbed up her spine and almost froze the blood in her body - she panicked.

die.

die.

Don't want to die.

I don’t want to die!!!

"No!!!"

She wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The dagger with a colorful blade slashed across her neck, creating sparks, but it also successfully cut through her scales.

Blood seeped out.

It turned pitch black the moment it fell, and quickly turned into a ball of black gas in mid-air.

poison.

That dagger is coated with poison!

Moreover, the assassin's attacks were far from over.

After a successful attack, his second round of attack came immediately.

“Ahhhh!!!”

In fear, Theresa screamed instinctively.

The snake's tail coiled on the ground suddenly swung and hit the hooded assassin.

"Oh! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The assassin twisted his body in mid-air, and his toes stepped directly on the snake's tail, using the force to fly high into the sky.

He had already seen the miserable condition of the guards and knew that the snake demon's tail had terrible power and must be avoided.

If he is not careful, even he will fall over!

But since we have already prepared for it, it is not a problem.

"Dirty snake demon, die!"

The assassin twisted his body, then lunged downward, slamming the dagger into Theresa's eyes.

However, this brilliant assassin missed one thing.

If he could take a few more steps forward, he would be able to see the broken stone statues on the ground and would not have targeted Theresa's eyes for the second attack.

The bangs that were blocking the right side were opened, revealing the purple eyes underneath.

Those were cold, cruel eyes like those of a snake.

Click, click, click…

"What's this!!?"

The assassin's arm holding the dagger quickly turned to petrification, and then the petrified part quickly expanded, spreading along the arm to the entire body.

"Petrified!"

He suddenly realized the changes in his body, immediately changed his actions, and fled backwards desperately.

This damn snake demon actually has the power to petrify people! ! ?

The assassin fled in panic, but Theresa did not seize the opportunity to fight back.

As a village girl with no combat experience, Theresa simply chose to run away.

She chose to flee, running for her life.

Behind her, the assassin whose entire right arm was petrified did not catch up on the spot, but instead looked at his arm and muttered.

"Snake demon, curse, petrification ability——"

His eyes lit up and he roared excitedly, calling his companions: "Everyone, come here! I found the target!"

"I found the special sacrifice that the Great Mistress needs!!!"

"Chase her! We must not let her go!"

Malagas city, city gate.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Eliza looked at Herbert who had stopped beside her.

"Hmm - something seems a little off here?"

Herbert looked at the target city he was about to enter, the corners of his mouth moved, and he asked in his heart: "Nenasha, did you notice the problem?"

But the God of Harmony, who was usually bored and available at any time, was silent at this time.

He is now taking the time to digest the huge harvest.

"..Forget it, let's go."

After waiting for a while, Herbert shook his head and said to Eliza, "It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Nothing serious will happen."