[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary":3,"chapter-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-27":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","An Improper Monster Girl's Transformation Diary",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2311956,4517,"Chapter 27: Old Man, Send Money (Requesting Follows)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-27",27,"\u003Cp>Damn, scared the hell out of me…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his room, Herbert let out a long breath and collapsed onto the bed, drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a sudden strike—I nearly fell for their trap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Herbert had gone to the Thorn Bishop himself to report, already on full alert, terrified of revealing any weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he’d unconsciously been influenced by the unseen party, nearly exposing himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re supposed to be holy clerics—how low can you get?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bunch of old bastards gang up on an eighteen-year-old kid like me… it’s outrageous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tactics are so despicable, even I, a demon pactholder, can’t stand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re already playing mind control—what else are you plotting behind the scenes? Soul corruption? Personality expulsion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—must strengthen soul defense! Need to find a way to further arm my soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two mental intrusions by Nenasha and Rust Nail Bishop, Herbert was nearly developing PTSD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Improving my strength takes time, and not all demon materials grant soul protection—what should I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pondering for a long while, Herbert suddenly had an idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If internal methods won’t work, then I’ll just use an external cheat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got up from bed, sat at his desk, pulled out a sheet of paper, and began writing rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dear Father, I’m your favorite second son—long time no contact, please send money… no, that’s too familiar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert switched to a fresh sheet and began writing anew:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Duke Albert, I am Herbert. Long time no greeting—I hope you are well, and may the gods’ grace and wisdom always attend you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am doing well at the monastery; the place is holy, yet the prison holds dangerous outsiders who constantly assail my soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, your second son, standing at the edge where light and shadow intertwine, humbly beg your aid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What I seek is neither gold nor silver, nor power or glory—only a rare artifact capable of protecting the soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I beg your understanding. Deeply grateful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, Herbert frowned and pondered for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… the tone’s off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distance in words was sufficient, but it still felt too familiar, too subservient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like I was begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Herbert skipped all formalities and wrote simply:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duke Albert, I am Herbert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Darkness intrudes. Need soul protection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the few terse lines of his letter, Herbert nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See how well this letter is written!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pretense, cold and harsh—its sole theme: Old man, send money!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. Perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert didn’t know whether his father had participated in the plot against him, but at least they hadn’t quarreled when they parted in Wang Cheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they hadn’t broken ties, he could ask openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this letter, he was portraying a reclusive monk, broken by persecution—someone who’d forgotten love, a cold, emotionless machine…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, will you be pleased by this outcome? Or will you feel sorrow and regret? I truly look forward to your expression when you read this letter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad he couldn’t see it himself anytime soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also believed his letter wouldn’t land only on the Duke’s desk—those watching him in secret would see it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they saw it, would they grow even more convinced that Herbert had completely lost heart and intended to live in isolation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would they smile smugly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let you laugh a little longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Duke Albert would actually send him a magical artifact didn’t much matter to Herbert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You don’t get anything if you don’t shear—but you definitely get nothing if you don’t try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a shot in the dark!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he sends it, fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he doesn’t, fine—I’ll just pretend I never had a father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Friends, thicken your skin—many things aren’t as hard as they seem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert wrote only this one letter and made no further attempts to contact anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother of this life had died of illness ten years ago; no one else in the family was worth his concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His two other brothers had once been close, but after his downfall, their suspicions were too great—he didn’t bother testing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entrusting the letter to another monk for delivery and returning to his room, there was still time before nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Harmonic God is utterly useless!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, are we doing some cross-border romance now? Need to wait for time zones to communicate… tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert waited a while, growing bored, unsure how to pass the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, he remembered the hidden red hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey, I’ve got an idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is easier to swallow than those scales.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the strands of hair, washed repeatedly, gleaming under candlelight, Herbert took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready mentally, he shut his eyes, grabbed a handful, and shoved it into his mouth—no resistance, just tried to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft—cough, cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling was utterly bizarre!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange sensation of hair clinging to his throat, the agony of being unable to swallow—it struck his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Herbert felt something strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like the stalker who follows someone, watches their every move, and collects their fallen hair to power himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, that's insane, bro!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert couldn’t hold on—he spat out every strand, rinsing his mouth repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh—cough, forget it. I can’t swallow this. I’ll wait for Nenasha to handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“You ate it?”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t! Don’t make things up—watch out for defamation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert denied it outright, refusing to admit he’d done such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“Heh, let’s just say that’s what happened.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nenasha chuckled lightly, dismissing his excuses, then added casually:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“Oh, I forgot to mention—it does need to be swallowed, but the key is your blood.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert: Huh? Oh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t there something about that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why did I insist on swallowing it with my mouth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be… I actually liked it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no, no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible. Absolutely impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not that kind of person…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“Alright, my ally, are you ready?”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean ready?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“Be careful—her will is harder to endure than before.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Herbert puzzled, his blood fell onto the crimson hair—a thick red mist surged upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s vision filled with fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless, boundless fire!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you to Hunhan Nian for the tip—thank you, boss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slept a little longer than usual last night; I hope my schedule can adjust quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first round of recommendation messages have arrived—the first round of life-or-death Pk starts this Sunday, I’m so scared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, please save the child! Waaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1074,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6461e48c0c357e9d38d122b961cc2d23ac61187f2b6332e5d8190b70245a4966","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-28","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-26",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]