[{"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-441":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},2312370,4517,"Chapter 441: Peeping!!? (Request Subscription)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-441",441,"\u003Cp>When the first heartbeat sounded, all prayers in the tomb chamber fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump! Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the faithful raised their heads, their faces filled with fanaticism and madness, eyes glinting with strange light as they stared excitedly at the giant egg at the altar’s center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise our Lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump! Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the powerful heartbeat grew fiercer, the faithful resumed their prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fervent voices grew louder than before, nearly bursting from the tomb chamber!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are the master of supreme sin and the end of endless desire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies swayed continuously, lips murmuring in rapid, unbroken chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praise our Lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their black robes twisted and fluttered with their movements, like living tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You shall guide us through this mortal world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the blood-red egg, taller than three men, trembled again and emitted sounds of imminent shattering, the faithful were injected with an even stronger dose of madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummm! Hummm! Hummm!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their prayers grew more frantic, their voices rising further, their eyes burning with fanaticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some believers shook violently, flailing their hands wildly in the air as if welcoming a great descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others drew daggers and stabbed themselves in the heart, then fell joyfully onto the flesh altar, seized by its spreading tentacles, sinking into the flesh to become new foundations, offering their lives and energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the heartbeat accelerated, something seemed to writhe across the egg’s surface, as if the creature within was awakening, ready to burst free from its crimson prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura radiating from the creature chilled the soul—a blend of death, despair, and destruction, as if its emergence would bring endless calamity to this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would swallow the light and drag all beauty into the abyss of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sinful Desire God was attempting to descend once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying once again to forge a divine body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the Sinful Desire God had merely wanted to harass the Sun Church—to vent his anger, reclaim a little dignity, and make a token show of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the conflict progressed, He realized the enemy had no intention of “calling it quits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That band of fanatical madmen intended to treat Him as an example, exploiting the situation to wage a mad divine war against Him without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sinful Desire God was no fool—he had no desire to become a sacrificial pawn crushed beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was, gods had divine dignity; they could not afford to show weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even though He recognized the Sun Church’s plan to use Him as a stepping stone, He still forced His followers to grit their teeth and hold firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been waiting for an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for a chance to end this war with perfect justification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not long ago, the variable He had awaited… finally appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson dragon appeared on the battlefield, obliterating His army with overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, upon seeing His servants slaughtered without mercy, the Sinful Desire God grew furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a clay statue has three parts of temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a demon god, how could He tolerate such humiliation from mortals!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One damned fool had already angered Him enough—now another had appeared!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That dragon had dared to insult Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must pay!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would show the world by action: the fate of those who desecrate the divine is but one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at the same time, He realized this was the very opportunity He had long awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If He killed that dragon, this “war” could end prematurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By slaying the Epic-level dragon, He would reclaim His honor, and this conflict could conclude naturally as “His victory,” without letting the enemy exploit Him further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sinful Desire God could tell: that dragon did not truly belong to the Sun Church, but was most likely a summoned ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Church’s reaction to an ally’s death would be strong—but nowhere near as intense as if one of their own had perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this war, the dragon was the perfect sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, the God of Sinful Desire did not retaliate immediately; instead, he continued pressuring his followers to remain low-key, even directing his creations to walk straight into death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacrificing so many of His own was meant to lull others into complacency, to make the crimson dragon careless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the dragon not entered Solanthis directly, He would have struck tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This forcibly condensed avatar, though perhaps not stronger in certain aspects than the body destroyed earlier in the Shadowlands, was specialized in another way—possessing sufficient corruption power to taint the dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The perfect outcome would be for Him to successfully corrupt the crimson dragon and make it His new vessel in the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now was not the time to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon had already entered the Radiant Holy City; he could not strike lightly, and this avatar still needed time to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still needed to wait for an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was like a venomous serpent hidden in shadows, watching his prey, silently awaiting the moment to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mortals… hah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You will pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon god who governed the power of corruption laughed darkly, sneering at mortal ignorance and arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will make you know—gods are not to be defiled!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waking, Herbert was thoroughly tormented by the “big cat” on top of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though no real progress was made, Valentina had thoroughly washed his face with her saliva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Valentina was unhappy that Herbert wouldn’t let her eat, she was not a capricious person, and ultimately obeyed Herbert’s request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, her obedience had limits—she still wasn’t entirely obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You won’t let me eat, huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I’ll kiss you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kissing can’t be forbidden, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thoroughly kissing Herbert until she’d satisfied her craving, Valentina finally let him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t easily satisfied—she simply had more important things to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hungry. Time to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina had licked herself hungry—literally hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hungry Dragon had licked Herbert until she’d worked up an appetite; it was time for real food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After barely escaping the “magic tongue” of the Hungry Dragon, Herbert did not rush to leave the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the mirror and asked the mirror spirit, whose reflection stared straight ahead with solemn composure: “Did you see it all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror spirit remained silent, eyes downcast, nose to mouth, acting as if it had nothing to do with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak. Don’t pretend to be dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert rolled his eyes, irritable: “You’ve got the nerve to spy, but not the nerve to admit it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! I saw nothing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lukaelia sniffed, pouting: “Besides, this isn’t spying—you two were performing right in front of me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You two were showing off your affection right on my face, and now you blame me for watching?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you even have any sense of fairness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not asking about that,” Herbert shook his head. “I’m asking—did you see what I looked like in my sleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lukaelia paused, eyebrows lifting with amusement: “You’d ask that? Did you have a nightmare last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert shrugged calmly: “In a way, I did have a nightmare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror spirit frowned, glancing at him oddly, teasing: “Say, to have a nightmare in such a bright place—aren’t you, the holy knight, hiding something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was this place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Radiant Holy City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most coveted place in the hearts of countless holy knights, the true land of divine longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Herbert, this newly minted legendary holy knight, had had a nightmare on his very first night here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, there’s something wrong with you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert shrugged noncommittally, spreading his hands: “After all, I’ve got more than a few secrets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a sense, Lukaelia’s teasing was indeed correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert truly had a “ghost” in his heart, though this ghost was of rather high caliber—known to others as the Sinful God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, you’re one of my unspeakable secrets too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, really? Should I thank you for valuing me so highly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. We don’t need such formalities between us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the shameless man, unwilling to discuss this topic further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she interacted with Herbert, the more she realized she was no match for him in verbal sparring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She returned to her earlier question, paused, then replied: “Your sleeping expression last night looked nothing special.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one else’s presence lingered in the room—ah, except for that Dragon Lady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, with such a serious expression, did you notice something wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s expression was unusually grave; he had suppressed his smile, squinting as he sensed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, he spoke slowly: “I feel… as if someone is watching me. Someone is secretly observing me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia blinked, then uncertainly pointed at herself: “Are you saying it’s me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You went all around this circle just to accuse me of spying again, didn’t you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re so petty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though I don’t know why you can be so brazen after spying, I’m not referring to you this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert waved at the Mirror Spirit lady, who had far too much self-awareness, and said gravely: “I also sense a powerful presence hiding in the shadows, watching me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its observation nearly bypassed his perception entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in dreams could he sense a faint thread of danger through his spiritual awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night’s unconscious sleep was certainly not normal—only Nenasha could have made me fall asleep without noticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is She trying to warn me through this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the sun represents the Sun God, then shadows must mean… the Sinful God?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was not skilled at interpreting dreams; he could only roughly deduce the meanings behind the dream’s elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has She noticed me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if She truly had, it would be perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert and Valentina had run rampant on the battlefield—hardly impossible for their provocations to draw the attention of the true owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had been extremely cautious: he wore his battle armor throughout, altering his own aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it doesn’t feel right! If She had noticed me, could She really remain so calm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given Herbert’s deep enmity with the Sinful God, if She had truly noticed him, She would likely have immediately unleashed divine punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even manifesting Her true form directly is not impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t figure it out…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can the Sinful God really be this patient?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert didn’t think so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But one thing is certain: Valentina’s feeling was right—someone is indeed watching us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the hidden one is the Sinful God, we should stay inside the city for now—She’s probably waiting for an opportunity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regardless, we’ll be safe during our time in the Radiant Holy City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Solanthis cannot be called a safe place, then there truly is no safe place left in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must warn everyone to stay alert—avoid traveling alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert carefully considered, suppressing his unease and agitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A coldness spread through his heart; his chaotic thoughts instantly cleared, as if he had turned into a block of ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert forced himself to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more dangerous the situation, the more essential it is to remain calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current situation is far from the worst—it’s not worth losing composure over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After organizing his thoughts, Herbert stepped out of the room and briefly mentioned his discovery to Flora and the other two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For now, we should avoid acting alone. Staying together makes it easier to flee if needed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Herbert finished explaining his feelings, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock. Knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert frowned and opened the door to find Bishop Evelyn waiting outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Herbert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave him a slight nod, remaining at the threshold without entering, and said calmly: “Please come with me alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alone? No one else can come?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s correct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert frowned, ready to refuse outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not wish to separate from Valentina and the others—especially now, when he sensed a hidden gaze constantly watching them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Evelyn’s next words changed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm bishop spoke in an utterly ordinary tone, uttering words that would shock the entire Radiant Holy City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Pope wishes to meet with you privately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Bishop Evelyn paused, then added slowly: “Also, His Holiness said…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wouldn’t refuse a lonely old man’s request, would you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please vote! Please!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are giveaways and extra chapters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Voting: Monthly Tickets! Recommendation Votes!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2036,"2026-06-20T12:31:07.945Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e126f5904e9b76b6b9dbb8f6ae43a01695a9f916893a4814746a83dd072fd65d","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-442","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-440",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]