[{"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-59":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},2311988,4517,"Chapter 59: The Knight Order","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>The Mist Knights, as the strongest combat force within the monastery, established their base in the Mist Mountains beyond the monastery grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some members of the knight order venture out on missions, acting as swords thrust against evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others remain stationed at the monastery, spending their days rotating guard duties within its walls or training in the Mist Mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They either enter the mountain’s depths in small squads to fight ferocious demonic creatures, or endure grueling techniques to forge their bodies and spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never maim their own flesh, yet their refinement of spirit and body is unquestionably that of ascetics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert is about to become one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed Bishop Rust Nail up onto the ramparts, watching the knight order members training below, his brow twitching repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert watched as a middle-aged holy knight drove his sword tip into his own forearm, withdrew it, then began practicing slashing motions with his bleeding arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Self-mutilation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just self-harm—he slashed while simultaneously healing his wounds with divine magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even deemed it insufficient, thrusting his blade again to pierce his own calf, then coordinated his staggered steps with his strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he’s training to fight while injured?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head and saw two martial monks standing in horse stance, facing each other—alternating kicks to each other’s groins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each kick landed with brutal force; their eyes bulged as if they meant to devour each other alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the blazing sun, dust flew from their crotches, veins throbbed on their temples, and their bodies trembled like leaves in a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, are they training Golden Bell Armor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… more accurately, enhancing resistance to strikes on vital points?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert felt phantom pain in his groin and averted his gaze, unable to bear watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over here, a martial monk fought ten holy knights barehanded—already half-buried under a flurry of kicks, turning into a rolling piglet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit, this kid!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over there, a silver-haired holy knight jammed his blade into the ground, gripped the hilt with one arm, and held his entire body’s weight aloft with just that single arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit, this old man!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over here…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert glanced around briefly, his expression a riot of shock; he exhaled slowly, shaking his head in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would’ve thought such a small monastery housed so many hidden dragons and phoenixes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immortals here, lined up like hemp stalks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire knight order training ground gave Herbert a strange, overwhelming sense: “This is the knight order’s grand stage—if you’ve got guts, step forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, you don’t have to live—but you absolutely must live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this the Buddhist Province?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Herbert winced and sucked in a sharp breath, Bishop Rust Nail spoke ahead of him: “Herbert, you know your request is unrealistic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Regardless of whether the heretics have truly changed as you claim, their inherent extreme danger remains unchanged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I cannot agree to your demand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert nodded silently—he understood his request had little chance of success, bordering on fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he himself could not guarantee safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he believed they had reformed, others would never trust them—and… when the moment came, would Valentina and the others truly behave?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t test your hand near the mouth of a hungry beast, nor reach your dirty little fingers toward cooked food while your mother cooks…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t keep hopping along the edge of danger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless you’re truly prepared to pay the price afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Herbert wasn’t disappointed by the refusal, for Bishop Rust Nail’s words clearly weren’t finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, after a few breaths of silence, the bishop continued: “But… it’s not entirely impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can firmly suppress them, no one will oppose you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back, his expression solemn as he gazed at the boy before him: “So, Herbert, do you know what you most need right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the bishop’s meaning so plainly stated, Herbert dropped to one knee without hesitation and pleaded earnestly: “Please, Master of the Knights, guide me on how to proceed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bishop Rust Nail nodded approvingly at the obedient boy and murmured in a hoarse voice: “Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re clever. Once you realized I meant you no harm, you already guessed my intentions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct—I do wish for you to join the knight order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert, head bowed, raised an eyebrow slightly—he’d already seen through him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Bishop Rust Nail was far less oblivious to human nature than he appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As a noble, you know how to communicate with others—that’s good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many monks are rigid in social conduct, clueless how to interact with ordinary people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cardinal’s lips curled, causing the rivets on his robe to clink faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nobles see us as heartless madmen, fearing we’ll purge them along with evil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And sometimes, even commoners regard us as nobles’ hounds, afraid we’ll charge exorbitant fees… hah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bishop Rust Nail’s gaze settled on the monks training below; he shook his head silently, sighed, then shut his eyes in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more looking…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just seeing it gave him a headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What they lack… hmm… is precisely your smoothness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bishop Rust Nail turned back, studying the white-haired boy once more, nodding approvingly: “But that alone isn’t enough—you need sufficient strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his hand toward Herbert, issuing an invitation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quit your work at the Inquisition. Join the knight order. I will train you personally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will not waste your talent. I will forge you into a true holy knight who defends justice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert did not answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, the bishop’s proposal was appealing—he did need a systematic way to enhance his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quit the Inquisition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert frowned, feeling this wasn’t an invitation—it was a demand to renounce his pleasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re making this hard on me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he opened his mouth, the door behind him burst open; a massive figure stormed in without grace, blocking the two men from each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“HERBERT!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bishop Thorn’s booming voice echoed across the entire training ground, drawing every eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone heard a desperate, shattered cry:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t agree to anything he says—AHHHH!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1013,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6a75d5857ffdb6ac39797585e135c4655c32707d715aac70cb1582b7b8b0b2a8","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-60","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-58",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]