[{"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-32":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},2311961,4517,"Chapter 32: Hello, Grave Master, I Am Your Grave-Digger","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>In the lightless gloom, a strange soft sound came from within the coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Click.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like someone gently tapping, or perhaps using worn-down nails to Wuli  scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was inside the coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living person!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, under the atmosphere of the surroundings, Herbert couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and draw in a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed hard, his lips trembling as he whispered: “Th-there’s a zombie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve run into a zombie while tomb-raiding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert wished he could just bolt away… though of course, he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course there was a living thing inside the coffin—well, maybe calling it a dead thing would also work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who even knows how to classify a vampire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Herbert had no trouble guessing that the coffin before him belonged to the second prisoner of the Lightless Prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the Grand Magus Svan Ni , who controlled the paths of the Lightless Prison in secret, did not wish to see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had compromised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not entirely—only just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Svan Ni  herself didn’t want to meet anyone, she had pushed out her other roommate as a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Blood-Drinker], [The Patricide], [The Vengeful Blood Prince]—Eliza Fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vicious non-human, unknown for any notable feats in the human world, imprisoned solely on the strength of her title: “Vampire Prince.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert looked at the Gothic-style black iron coffin and felt a pang of reflection: “A Vampire Prince… just the name sounds like something out of a fantasy world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like “Forced to Quit the Party, I Awakened a Blood Clan Princess Who Slept for Three Hundred Years” or “I, Who Was Loved by a Vampire Prince, Can’t Possibly Be the Hero.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doesn’t matter if the plot’s nonsense—long titles attract readers anyway—I want to see what kind of nonsense such a long title actually contains!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Click.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, it probably won’t be as ridiculous as in those novels. I wonder what her personality’s like—easy to fool? Easy to talk to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Click!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if she’s just as antisocial as Svan Ni ? Then I’ll never be able to conquer this area.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Click… click…)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. He turned back to the motionless coffin and tilted his head in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? This is taking too long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been waiting for her half an hour already—why won’t she come out? Could she be shy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After silently watching for a while, once the coffin fell completely silent, Herbert finally realized something very important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This vampire wasn’t refusing to come out—she genuinely couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she too weak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump. Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert tapped the coffin again, cautiously asking: “Uh… do you need help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His answer was a rapid series of taps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Click-click-click-click…)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the rhythm, it was clear the person inside was desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the vampire didn’t speak, Herbert already heard phantom cries—Save me! Save me! Save me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the current situation, their first meeting would hardly be as legendary as in fantasy tales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in another sense, it was even more legendary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have you ever seen the male lead of a story dig up his female lead from her grave?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss, hello. I’m your grave-digger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert did intend to help—but a new problem arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, how exactly am I supposed to help you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the black iron coffin—over three meters long and at least two meters wide—then at his own thin arms and legs, his mouth twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Push? Pull? Or lift?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Friend, is this coffin a sliding lid? Or a hinged one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert pushed hard for a long while before the coffin lid finally shifted slightly, revealing a sliver so narrow it could barely fit a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap was tiny—only a few millimeters wide—just enough to slip a sword’s edge into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert hesitated, then chose not to use his own sword as a pry bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be too wasteful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll wait until I find a real Physical Law Sword…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Herbert was about to leave to upgrade his gear, the vampire, silent for so long, finally spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me… blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extremely weak voice drifted from the crack—just hearing it sent chills down Herbert’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me… give me blood…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ancient being whispered from within, begging the outside world for even a little aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drip blood on it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll repay you… I promise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s voice gave no clue to her age—only a rasping, grating sound, like two sheets of sandpaper grinding endlessly, raising the hairs on the back of the neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at the same time, the voice carried a strange enchantment, compelling Herbert to obey her without thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Draw your sword!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Drip blood into the coffin!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vampire didn’t speak the words—but these three voices echoed repeatedly in Herbert’s mind, whispering, seducing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, Herbert’s facial expression vanished. His eyes grew dull, empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand, gripping the hilt, slowly drawing the blade from its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vampire, sensing the sound from outside, realized the critical moment had arrived, and intensified her call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good child, hurry… ah!!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure inside the coffin let out a startled cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the mortal had indeed walked to the coffin with his sword—as she expected—but he did not slit his wrist as she commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead… he drove the blade straight into the coffin’s crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp blade struck precisely, piercing her chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, she coughed up what little blood remained—then frantically sucked it back mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already weak, the vampire grew even more listless, her mind flooded with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—how did he even do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to hold back, the vampire asked: “W-what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert smirked, replying as if it were obvious: “You asked for blood, didn’t you? I’m helping you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wanted your blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not this kind of help!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until this moment, Eliza had never doubted her hypnotic power—she simply thought this mortal had an odd way of thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Herbert had no intention of playing along any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just cooperate a little—it’s boring to overact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke directly: “Miss Vampire, do you know? We could have communicated properly, but you chose to provoke me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s second most hated thing is “others trying to manipulate his mind”—only surpassed by “being crushed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is beyond tolerance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Eliza hesitated, Herbert said coldly: “By the way—you wanted my blood, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll give it to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert seized the blade jammed in the crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ssshh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1082,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","538322a7bada9492976cbd773ed1cf65b3d712ebeb258c8be6a0a24e6ea1f33b","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-33","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-31",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]