[{"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-420":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},2312349,4517,"Chapter 420: Flora","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-420",420,"\u003Cp>\"Herbert...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora murmured softly, the image of that boy appearing before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That handsome boy with white hair and gray eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That jailer who held the authority of the Penitentiary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That... \"Master\" who had made her a promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora and Herbert’s relationship was unique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond jailer and heretic prisoner, they were nominally bound by a master-servant bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master and servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora was to regard him as her master, obey his orders, and serve him with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Herbert, in turn, was to grant her the promised redemption—eternal peace, complete freedom from the erosion of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she had little trust in her master’s ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert had never truly demonstrated the capacity to fulfill his promises; those promises seemed more like exaggerated words meant to convince her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what puzzled Flora herself was—despite such claims, she chose to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, she had confidence in that boy she could not explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He... might not deceive me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He... might truly fulfill his promise?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it wasn’t entirely without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of it was because of the way Herbert looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no greed in his gaze, no lust stirred by her charm, no anger or revulsion from a holy servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their first meeting, those beautiful eyes held only a faint wonder and appreciation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, those clear eyes held only calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert never saw her as an otherworldly being who could bewitch him, nor as a heretical impurity to be purged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw her simply as a woman he had just met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, this was a dismissal of Flora’s charm, an unspoken provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Flora felt no resentment—on the contrary, she was quietly pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had finally met such a person—a man who could utterly ignore her seductive charm and treat her with ordinary composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora had once told Lilith she firmly believed such a person existed, yet she had never encountered one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After centuries passed, just as she began to doubt herself, she had finally found such a being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a unique existence not make Flora treat Herbert differently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora now understood that her sudden thought of Herbert was not due to his initial impression on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of deeper impressions he had left during their later interactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That witty, humorous noble boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That knight who grew stronger with every meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That master who had become increasingly charming to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The succubus, ever skilled at seducing others, had somehow gradually been seduced herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora fell silent for a long while, silently asking someone in her heart: \"Will you... appear in my nightmare too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew she had once again surrendered to her suppressed instincts, sinking into endless chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora understood this better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her earlier conversation with Lilith was not just a distant memory—it was a vivid nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She relived every emotion from that moment of parting with Lilith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the nightmare that trapped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Succubi were demons who walked through dreams, masters of manipulating others’ dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreams were their natural domain, where none could easily capture them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this world, there was a surprising truth—succubi could not alter their own dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could wreak havoc in others’ dreams, yet could not interfere with their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A healer cannot cure himself; one who saves others cannot save oneself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Succubi possessed nightmare resilience and rarely fell into nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet once they began dreaming, they fared worse than ordinary humans, fully immersed in the dream until waking restored their self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like in the previous dream, Flora had experienced it countless times, yet could not wake—always trapped in past memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it wasn’t entirely memory—this dream held new variations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past Flora had believed she would meet such a person, but never with the certainty shown in this dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Future experiences had retroactively reshaped past memories, forging a new twisted nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why am I thinking of him? Has he left such a deep impression on me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora fell silent, sensing this nightmare might differ from all she had ever endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far more dangerous than any before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She might truly lose herself forever in the chaos of nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will I sink deeper?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or will I... uh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she pondered, drowsiness surged over her, her consciousness fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sank deeper into the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not easy for demons to leave the Abyss and enter the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons were closely watched by the orthodox churches, never allowed to descend lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In every kingdom, \"summoning demons\" was a blasphemous capital crime, punishable by burning at the religious tribunal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After parting with Lilith, Flora endured countless hardships, finally breaking free from her chains and stepping onto the path to the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been hunted by demons, targeted by angels patrolling the Abyss’s edge, and nearly died countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After narrowly escaping the angels’ pursuit, Flora seized a rare chance, slipping past the guards’ watchful eyes and barely escaping the Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora had finally reached the mortal realm she had longed for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had arrived at the mortal realm she had imagined countless times from ancient texts in the Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reeking stench of the Abyss, no ever-watching enemies threatening her life, no endless battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the real mortal realm differed slightly from her imaginings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her first landing place was a land soaked in blood and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere she looked, scenes of war raged in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick smoke rolled like black dragons, spiraling into the sky, blotting out the blue heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charred earth scattered with bloodied weapons; broken blades clutched in corpses glimmered with a chilling sheen under the setting sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crops in the fields were trampled into ruin; once vibrant green now lay dead, yellow, and withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roads teemed with fleeing crowds, ragged and filthy, eyes filled with terror and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, madmen laughed, beheading the slowest elders and forcing others to keep running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Farther still, flames licked everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burned villages were consumed by roaring fires; wooden houses cracked and collapsed with crackling sounds amid screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the ruins, other figures in black robes performed some cruel ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chanted as they ignited piles of corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpses rapidly shriveled in the flames, emitting eerie green fire and radiating a terrifying aura of corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora smelled a familiar scent in the flames—the sacrifice ritual to summon Abyssal beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cries of the dying, the pleas for help, the laughter of the madmen, the chants of the heretics—all intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart-rending, grotesque, leaving one speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaughter and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Flora’s first impression of the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like returning to the Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the mortal realm lacked the Abyss’s vile environment and ever-present demonic threats,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the ever-present wars and endless strife were no different from the Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora hesitated, wondering if she was still trapped in the Abyss, not truly in the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet deep down, she knew... this was the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora stood in silence amid the smoke over the charred earth, the setting sun stretching her shadow long, merging with the scattered corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gazed at the village still burning in the distance, its rising smoke twisting into black mist like churning depths—someone from her own homeland was about to be summoned forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora knew she had to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she stayed any longer, she would surely run into that man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had barely smuggled herself into the mortal realm and had no desire to be tied to any madman who answered blood sacrifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Flora sighed and withdrew her pitying gaze from the innocent souls about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her figure melted into deeper mist, vanishing like a wisp of fog scattered by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not know what had happened here, nor did she know what grudge bound them together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was no emissary of justice, but a demon from the depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Flora’s nature disliked killing, she lacked any strong sense of righteousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most urgent matter now was ensuring her own safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the lives or deaths of mortals, it was none of her concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at that time, Flora did not yet understand that, in many cases, events would not unfold according to her will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The River of Fate was the most free of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could know where it would ultimately flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Flora chose to avoid such matters, Fate had no intention of letting her go so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a month after Flora’s departure, just as she had finished observing the mortal realm and was about to fully transform herself and blend in… a group found her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were a well-equipped, perfectly coordinated team of holy practitioners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in silver-white armor, wielding weapons glowing with holy radiance, they surged toward her like a pack of hunting wolves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fallen demon of the depths! You shall pay for the tragedy you have wrought! In the name of the Sun God, we shall purify you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spoke these words with righteous indignation, condemning her for crimes she had never committed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No further explanation was needed—Flora understood why they had come: they had mistaken her for the demon summoned by the cultists’ ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the true demon had been killed after the summoning or the ritual had failed entirely, Flora did not know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only knew she had become that man’s scapegoat, burdened with heavy guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora’s heart swelled with injustice and rage, yet she did not lose her reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unwilling to clash with these people, she reluctantly chose to flee—and as expected, they continued to hunt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid drawing stronger pursuers, Flora kept her power at the High Rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This led to her being surrounded again and again, escaping each time, only to be chased once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back and forth, over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after being trapped for the fourth time, Flora could endure no more and struck back, revealing her true power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy practitioners, none stronger than High Rank, were no match for her—a legendary succubus—and were easily wiped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the worst possible outcome: she had no wish to clash with the divine churches, no wish to draw the gods’ attention from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Flora’s surprise, after eliminating these enemies, she waited for reinforcements that never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if no one had noticed the deaths of these foolish fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the gods cared nothing for their deaths—or simply never noticed—she could not tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora waited half a month without any pursuers appearing; though confused, she finally relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After burying those foolish, annoying, yet still admirable holy practitioners, Flora left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this disastrous beginning, Flora officially began her journey through the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She altered her appearance, donned a heavy cloak, and concealed her aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next hundred years, Flora traveled always in this mysterious guise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked through bustling towns and desolate villages alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She witnessed the nobles’ extravagance and the poor’s hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this wandering journey, she encountered all manner of mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People hated one another, fought each other, and stole lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mortal realm was no different from the depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the mortal realm still held some differences from the depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had seen parents beg humbly for food so their children might eat, witnessed shy yet sincere love between young men and women, and observed friends supporting one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such things were unimaginable in the depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Flora had always claimed she wished to obtain love, to fall in love, when she truly witnessed others’ “love,” she fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora did not understand love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with kindness offered to her, she even felt fear and chose to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even as she fled, she grew increasingly drawn to this unfamiliar emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps… I could try?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had such thoughts, but never acted on them—each time at the crucial moment, she retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one day, a variable appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On that day, Flora met a boy by a lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful, white-haired youth bathing in the water showed her astonishing kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey hey hey! Beautiful lady, nice to meet you—would you like to be friends?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Miss, you’re bold, jumping right to asking names?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, you can call me—Lord of the Lake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, if you dislike that title, you can also call me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy smirked meaningfully, winking at her as he spoke his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Herbert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry if you forget it the first time—you’ll remember my name eventually.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2065,"2026-06-20T12:31:07.945Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ec8d557822b6e5ad8a01bb476a2fe5380d5493544b013b7d1f8f68c14f508127","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-421","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-419",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]