[{"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-35":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},2311964,4517,"Chapter 35: I Became the Scapegoat (Please Follow)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>“The situation is not looking good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the scrutiny of everyone’s gazes, Herbert felt a slight tightness in his back and subtly pressed his lips together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspicion, speculation, even outright hostility—he bore all this malice alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regarding this current state of being despised, Herbert could, intellectually, understand their behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a newcomer who had only been here for a month and had not yet fully integrated into the Mist Monastery, Herbert was seen by others as an outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just any outsider—a nobleman of dubious standing, a reclusive fellow who avoided all contact with others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, in the wake of this murder, who among them is now the prime suspect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey, it’s me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Herbert understood their suspicion and hostility toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… only intellectually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotionally, Herbert could not accept the injustice of being treated as a suspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he hadn’t done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t me—why am I being treated like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he had been forced here because of a wrongful imprisonment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t he already endured it once? Must it happen again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, although Herbert understood the importance of cooperating with the investigation, he could not naively trust these people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the kingdom, even though he’d been wrongfully jailed, no one dared use torture on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Memory Restoration Technique isn’t something only from a past life—coercive confessions have always been a universal old tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of good person could possibly exist in the Tribunal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would these furious Inquisitors truly care about his noble status?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These bastards would rather kill the innocent than let one guilty slip away—best they offer top-tier restoration therapy afterward—but what the hell good is that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restoration to original form doesn’t erase the suffering endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound may eventually heal, but the scar will never fully vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a gentle college student who just wanted to fall in love had been tortured into becoming a White-Haired One, his entire personality shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already a White-Haired One—no need to go through this again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Herbert absolutely could not show weakness now, much less cooperate actively with the investigation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having made up his mind, Herbert’s expression subtly shifted; he let out a soft snort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face remained calm as still water, his gaze turned disdainful, his lips slightly curled—as he met their stares with neither submission nor defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Herbert did not ask any questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that at this moment, he need not act first—someone would inevitably crack and strike out at him, the “suspect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t wait long before an angry voice shattered the silence of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you all waiting for!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, bald nun stepped forward, glaring at Herbert, her right fist clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white: “Why aren’t you arresting this murderer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to her. Some clearly showed signs of wanting to act—but halted when they saw the middle-aged Discipline Nun remained still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged Discipline Nun did not immediately obey the bald nun’s incitement to act against Herbert; instead, she asked slowly: “Why do you believe he is the murderer? I don’t think his strength was sufficient to harm Frank.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, some cultivators furrowed their brows slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed—given his strength… it hardly seems possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because he is a Desecrator!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald nun remained steadfast in her conviction, speaking as if she had nothing left to lose: “That day, I saw him leave the kitchen! He must have done something to those grass carp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grass carp?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert blinked, sensing the direction of events had taken a strange turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—am I being framed!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kid, that really wasn’t me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Herbert could explain, another cultivator’s expression changed upon hearing “grass carp.” After a moment’s hesitation, he raised his hand slowly and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… I also once found traces of desecration beside the Well of Mourning. That day… he passed by there too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both had vaguely noticed traces of desecration but, lacking concrete evidence and fearing they’d alert the real culprit, had kept silent and told no one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And oddly enough—on each occasion, Herbert had an alibi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t explain this away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Herbert was about to speak, his pupils shrank sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flood of malice surged toward him—even stronger than before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the word “Desecrator” was spoken, the cultivators, whose hostility had begun to subside, instantly tore off their masks and revealed their bloodstained fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of cold, hostile gazes from every corner of the hall fixed upon him—as if they would rush forth at any moment to judge and purify him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Herbert had first suspected, the ascetics felt no guilt about eliminating potential heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the target was a boy who had lived and eaten with them for a full month, who knew their names—still, no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heretic? Kill on sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eliminating heretics took priority even over hunting the murderer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swelling tide of malice nearly swallowed Herbert whole—step wrong, and he’d plunge into the abyss—but at this moment, he was unexpectedly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once composed, he almost wanted to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert made no reaction. He simply looked around silently, meeting the cultivators’ gazes with calm steadiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some met his gaze, but most instinctively looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After scanning the room, he turned to the lead Discipline Nun and noticed her expression had remained perfectly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him look at her, the Discipline Nun asked calmly: “Herbert, do you have anything to explain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert nodded, then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not explain to the Discipline Nun; instead, he turned to the two cultivators who had accused him and asked in an utterly calm tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Ivanca, Brother Jeffs—can I take your words just now… as a challenge to my purity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explain what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Rule One of Debating: Do not attempt to prove yourself. Do not enter the opponent’s rhythm.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could answer, Herbert unwrapped the bandages from his left hand and raised his left palm, still streaked with drying blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant golden light erupted from his back, a radiant Sacred Mark like a holy sword piercing every eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was—the Pure Sacred Mark!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did some cultivators realize what oath Herbert had sworn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Oath of Purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Herbert were a Desecrator, then what was this genuine Sacred Mark?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely not an illusion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the uproar, everyone heard Herbert’s second question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… are you questioning the deity who granted me this protection?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Rule Two of Debating: Only attack, never defend—unbeatable!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you to Ztyzyy for the reward, thank you, Boss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today is Xiao Ba, rising early to post—working hard~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, please support with follow reads, recommendation votes, monthly votes—I’m just one step away from the New Book Total Ranking! Please!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[blank]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[blank]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1131,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0b7eebf75579e299de33902b281bf3d0132bf86eaaa2d82bd9daf0f6559d7252","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-36","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-34",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]