[{"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-444":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},2312373,4517,"Chapter 444: This Is Impossible (5K Fans Explode, Seeking Comfort)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-444",444,"\u003Cp>Thud. thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the knocking sound, Crete and Flora also snapped to attention, turning their gazes toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone’s here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three inside the mansion simultaneously frowned, suppressing their energy, none daring to speak first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silence, they stared at the door, trying to sense the identity of the visitor through its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person outside, receiving no reply from within, knocked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knocking maintained its previous rhythm—steady, light, deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither hurried nor slow, neither heavy nor light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet precisely this seemingly ordinary occurrence caused all three inside to slowly tense up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each knock seemed to sync with their heartbeats, gradually drawing their pulses into step with the rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they focused intently on their own heartbeats, the invisible influence vanished instantly—as if the sensation had been nothing but a fleeting illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current situation was truly bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just arrived; this mansion had never been prepared for Herbert or his companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a handful within the Sun Church even knew their exact address.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So who could possibly be knocking at this hour?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with what intent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The visitor is most likely a high-ranking member of the Sun Church—perhaps one of those conservative sectarians Herbert mentioned who harbor hostility toward demons like them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had come out openly hostile, it wouldn’t be so troubling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truly dangerous kind are those who appear friendly on the surface but secretly plot to stab you in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overt malice isn’t frightening; what’s terrifying is the grotesque hidden beneath a mask of kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Herbert absent, Flora assumed the role of the team’s strategist, quickly analyzing the situation for the two others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their reliance on guesswork stemmed from one simple reason—they could not sense any external energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Church was not short on funds; the mansion provided to foreign allies was of the highest grade, nearly equivalent to a top-tier cultivation cave in the cultivation world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Layers upon layers of defensive arrays, energy-sealing arrays, and magic-power-enhancing arrays encircled the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, sealing arrays completely blocked all internal and external energy signatures, restricting all perception below the True Person realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing from outside could probe in; nothing from inside could sense out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These stacked arrays treated everyone equally—no one got special treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the three, only Valentina could faintly sense disturbances in the external energy, detecting the visitor’s approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Valentina’s intellect was insufficient to describe the visitor’s details—only vague impressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a Sun Church believer, with no obvious malice but a sense of danger if they stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her statements were highly confusing—especially to her teammates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Valentina were deliberately deceiving, she’d be playing Wolf Among Us so well she’d fooled even her own allies—true wisdom disguised as foolishness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the grim reality was—Miss Hungry Dragon’s actual intelligence was likely barely above idiocy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the questioning gazes of the other two, Valentina unusually fell silent, nodding calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, finally… she painfully swallowed the last mouthful of her dry, clumpy yogurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glug!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rarely had Valentina eaten so much yogurt—she’d practically worn out her tongue from chewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like she’d done a full oral workout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, don’t open it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina ignored the death glares from the devil and demon, coughing lightly and murmuring: “My intuition tells me the energy outside feels… off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person outside gave her a sense of danger, yet upon closer inspection, it felt merely ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How strange!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…“ The demoness frowned, deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just intuition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Valentina’s reasoning sounded implausible, Flora did not question it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strong cultivator has unique habits, forged through countless trials of life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some are born with luck others cannot comprehend; others are cursed with misfortune beyond understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People can never truly understand one another!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the luckiest cannot fathom the misery of the unluckiest, the unluckiest cannot grasp the loneliness of the luckiest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human joys and sorrows do not connect; they only find each other noisy, barking and wailing in their own corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Valentina is certain the visitor is dangerous, there must be a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now—should they continue playing dead, or drive the visitor away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Flora hesitated, a cool, calm voice came from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open the door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Bishop Evelyn’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone remained even, yet upon closer listening, a faint note of resignation could be detected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do not worry—I am not here to trouble you, nor will I force you to leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I simply wish to speak with you—with her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, so it’s her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unexpected identity of the visitor instantly eased the tension inside the mansion; Flora sighed and shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh, all that worry for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just Evelyn? Any one of them three could handle her alone, let alone all three together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The devil and demon relaxed; only the dragon remained conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina tilted her head, bewildered, blinking rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? How could this be…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Evelyn’s magical signature was detectable outside; Valentina had nearly sucked the air dry with her nose and sensed no other presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the visitor truly alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t make sense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I make a mistake?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is weird… it can’t be! The energy outside was clearly dangerous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving Flora’s signal, Valentina scratched her head and walked to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After opening the door and letting Evelyn in, Hungry Dragon slammed it shut and pinned her against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm… hmm?” Evelyn frowned, raising a hand to push Valentina away—but halted halfway, lowering it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sniff. sniff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina circled Evelyn, puzzled, sniffing repeatedly, nearly ready to reach out and touch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After repeated inspections, Valentina finally concluded—Evelyn was truly harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The misjudgment must have been due to her own excessive tension distorting her perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once freed from the “security check,” Evelyn wasted no time, turning to Crete, who stood huddled in the corner with arms crossed, feigning indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded gently and said slowly: “My lord, might I request a private audience? I have words to speak with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn’s purpose was clear—she had come solely for Crete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete frowned, staring at Evelyn with confusion. “Do I know you? I’m certain I’ve never seen you before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn responded calmly to the devil’s sharp tone: “You likely don’t know me… but I know you. The [Blasphemous Whisper]—or the [Thorn of Noble Blood]. Am I correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing those titles after so long, Crete’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze toward Evelyn growing more wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This person actually knows me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been locked away for so long—and still someone is watching me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you self-proclaimed righteous ones really that bored?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t you do something useful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why spend your days fixated on a single imprisoned devil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even as Crete seethed inwardly, a quiet pleasure stirred in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hehe~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You actually still remember my fame!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it seems I’m still quite famous after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must be furious over the glorious deeds I accomplished back then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exuded a self-satisfied air, as if everyone under heaven knew her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete straightened her chest and stopped rushing to leave, instead engaging Florah right there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of you—especially that damned demon—pay close attention!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not someone to be trifled with!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon’s tone regained its former arrogance: “You care so much about me that you found me even after I hid so deeply—surely there’s some connection between us? Hatred?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is, indeed, a slight connection between us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn nodded, gazing at her calmly: “My parents died because of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patricide. Matricide… Such a standard setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, hah! So it’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete showed no sign of being intimidated; instead, she languidly licked her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression grew even more satisfied. She stepped forward slowly, bent down, and whispered almost against Evelyn’s ear: “Then, you poor orphan who lost both parents… are you here to seek revenge on me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whisper echoed softly in Bishop Evelyn’s ear, trying to pull her into memories of the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood feud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing and being killed—an endless cycle of vengeance, revenge at any cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began as an unwritten rule among hunters, but later spread to every corner of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons loved this rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this chase and being chased, demons found great pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete also greatly enjoyed it, deriving joy from the suffering of those seeking revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though a solitary oddity, her body still flowed with demon blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Provoke her. Anger her. Then watch her rage helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a rare delight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, Crete made one mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She overlooked a detail crucial to the present moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re mistaken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Crete’s words, Evelyn shook her head slightly and whispered: “I’m not here to seek revenge. On the contrary, I’m here to thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s not here for vengeance—she’s here to present a banner of gratitude!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete blinked in confusion, her carefully crafted pose and built-up emotion shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank… me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me? Thanked?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That doesn’t make sense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have I ever done anything good in my life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon girl was utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even turned her head, bewildered, toward her companion—did you hear her say that wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell me you did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, this makes no sense!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina blinked, silently shifting her gaze aside—then immediately locked eyes with the fourth jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Florah’s smile was deeply amused; her lips moved soundlessly, whispering to Crete: “Congratulations!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Crete’s bewildered expression, Evelyn’s expression, which had remained unchanged for so long, finally shifted noticeably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her stiff, frozen lips for years struggled to curve into a subtle smile as she whispered her thanks to the demon whose “racial logic” had been shattered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for killing my… parents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell are you talking about!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, after sincerely offering her thanks, Evelyn did not linger—she turned and left quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she walked away, her expression was no longer its usual calm—it carried a look of profound relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Crete’s expression was utterly rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon girl stood frozen, her face like she’d swallowed something foul, her mind flooded with questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What just happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That person said she came to thank me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell thanks a demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scratched her head in confusion, tugging hard at her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does it mean, ‘You killed the nobles and saved the nation from destruction’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does it mean, ‘Thank you for killing my debauched marquis parents and freeing the slaves’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does it mean, ‘I’ve spent years searching for you, and many others like me want to thank you too’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete understood the literal meaning of her words—but she refused to accept their content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did evil deeds turn out good?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be… all these years… I’ve actually been doing good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You say I’ve spent my life killing and burning, boasting of living on the edge of the blade—yet now you tell me all my evil was actually accumulating virtue?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I cannot accept this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a demon, with her sense of dignity and common sense, Crete could not accept this insane reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this can’t be true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could I be the great benefactor Evelyn describes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could I be the greatest ally in destroying the corrupt noble dynasty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What nonsense!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t belittle the evil deeds I’ve committed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I never fought for your so-called freedom!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did it because it made me happy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… are you happy now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Florah watched for a while, then quietly added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Happy? Hah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete’s eyes widened, she rolled them, and scoffed: “What nonsense!!? How could I possibly be happy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Florah raised an eyebrow and pulled out a round mirror, placing it before Crete: “Before you say that, look at your own expression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expression?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What expression could I possibly have now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crete instinctively took the mirror and looked into its reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could I… be smiling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gulp! This can’t be! This is impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… hmm!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she kept shifting the mirror, trying to see every angle, the calm surface suddenly trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the flawless mirror cracked open with no external force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm!!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Krety was still stunned by what had just happened, Valentina, who had been slacking off nearby, suddenly lunged forward and yanked her behind herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina’s expression turned grave; she shielded the two behind her and let out a threatening growl toward the empty corner where the mirror’s reflection had shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert, existing within a fragment of the past, sat obediently listening to the Sun Pope’s teachings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Saint, whom Herbert had never met before, showed him unexpectedly great tolerance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when Herbert deliberately adopted a haughty demeanor to test him, the man responded like a kindly elder, patiently permitting the child’s boldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what question Herbert asked, the Sun Pope answered each one with patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the more tolerant he became, the more uneasy Herbert felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Archbishop favoring him was understandable—he was his own child, after all, not someone to be slapped to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why, Your Holiness, do you allow me such insolence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert fell silent, thinking, then suddenly raised his eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the Sun Pope, who resembled an old neighbor, Herbert’s urge to provoke surged—he couldn’t resist trying something big.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I try?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… fine, let’s try!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Herbert stared solemnly at the Sun Pope and suddenly blurted out a question so blasphemous it was forbidden to any follower of the Sun God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Holiness, do you think…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could the Sun God perhaps be a goddess?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kindly old man finally lost his composure, spitting out his “coffee” in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spray of coffee turned into a brown mist, swept entirely to one side by the wind—Herbert had carefully calculated the angle to ensure he wouldn’t be hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough! Cough cough… you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s voice trembled with rage; his finger shook as he pointed at Herbert, glaring at the boy’s innocent face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of nonsense is that!!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sun Pope slammed his thigh in fury. “That is absolutely impossible!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2353,"2026-06-20T12:31:07.945Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","55324d3ce73ca55dc5b3f81a9cf6fb36c12d22a6d4ca129829713dc2fd83e43e","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-445","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-443",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]