[{"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-69":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},2311998,4517,"Chapter 69: This Is Just Too Much (23)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>Although Herbert had gained the ability to open and teleport within the Third Oath Hall, this ability was incomplete—his authorization level was still too low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He possessed access rights only to the first five levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Herbert had to enter one of the levels first before he could teleport; otherwise, he could only stand outside the door and stare helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is annoying—I have to activate a coordinate before I can teleport. Is this some kind of game dungeon? Why do I have to light a bonfire?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert sighed helplessly, muttering inwardly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s my Fire Keeper? Where’s my little wooden doll? Where’s my witch… oh, not that shape-shifting witch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the Witch path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, from this test result, Herbert reached another surprising conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nine and a half sub-realms of the Third Oath Hall were not stacked vertically as he had previously assumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the Infinite Labyrinth served as the central realm, surrounded by eight smaller realms arranged in a circular pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, once my authorization is high enough, I can enter the Ninth Zone directly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert walked on through the darkness, his gaze sweeping over the previously impenetrable shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed that after gaining night vision, the scenery here had changed dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not empty at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor bore intricate patterns, the walls were painted with massive murals, and the ceiling featured ornate arched domes adorned with vivid colors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, if this place were illuminated, it would resemble a royal ballroom far more than a prison cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was very familiar with such ballroom designs—he had been a frequent guest in the Frost Crystal Royal ballrooms, often dancing with ladies and ladies of various noble families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why is this space designed like this?” Herbert grew confused again, unsure why the monastery had turned a prison into such a place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To pamper prisoners?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reform them through humane treatment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert pondered for a moment, then walked over to the black iron coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He circled around, observing, and realized the coffin was positioned precisely at the center of the Dark Prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the black iron coffin was perfectly embedded into the central depression—not moved here from elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the scene, a strange thought suddenly flashed through Herbert’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this place…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have originally been Elisabeth’s home?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Herbert thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He examined the surrounding patterns, comparing them with memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bore strong similarities to the palace patterns he had seen in the memory of Prince Fatt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she was… working from home!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, right—community rehabilitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that doesn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who in their right mind moves a prisoner—along with her entire house—into a prison?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, Herbert sucked in a sharp breath and muttered: “Holy crap… that’s way too harsh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is just too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even I, one of her own people, can’t stand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head and sighed: “This is really too much…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sound came from inside the coffin—a pair of eyes appeared in the crack, gazing sadly at Herbert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too much? Who’s too much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisabeth gritted her teeth, glaring at the white-haired boy outside the coffin, furious: “Who could be more unreasonable than you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A holy servant refusing to honor a promise… bullying someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is just too much!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of it, Elisabeth’s heart bled endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Herbert could answer, he heard the sound and tilted his head curiously: “Huh? Where’s the water coming from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whose pipe is leaking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Mind your own business!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisabeth merely snorted irritably, pouting: “It’s all your fault, you damn knight for breaking your promise!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pressed her chest, forcing the blood oozing out back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was literally bleeding from her heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Elisabeth was still too weak, the wound Herbert had stabbed into her chest with his sword had not fully healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever she became angry, her blood surged upward, squeezing out a few more drops of essence blood from her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other girls’ hearts might just leak air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hers leaks blood…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her so furious, Herbert smiled and shook his head: “Hey, don’t put it like that—I didn’t break my promise. I’m here to fulfill it, aren’t I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never said I wouldn’t give it to you—I just delayed it a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a slight~ slight~ cash flow issue—colleagues, please temporarily endure this hardship with the company…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisabeth’s eyes lit up instantly at his words, but she still doubted him, narrowing her gaze: “Don’t you dare renege this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly, truly—I’d never lie to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s expression turned solemn, speaking earnestly: “I’m a knight. I never lie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s life is upright—he never changes his name, never hides his identity, never speaks a single falsehood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t even deceive female wyverns—how could I lie to a tiny bat spirit like you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisabeth narrowed her eyes, fell silent for a long moment, then reluctantly nodded: “Fine… I’ll believe you this once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she still doubted him, the item remained in his hands—she had no choice but to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he refused again when pressed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had conceded, but Herbert now fell silent, staring at her with an odd expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s he thinking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Are you going back on your word again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m just…” Herbert shook his head, his lips twitched, then he sighed deeply: “It just doesn’t look like her at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elisabeth in his essence-blood memory had been so fierce, cool, and dazzling—this pitiful little female brat now before him delivered a crushing contrast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time truly is a butcher’s knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisabeth: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching someone else sigh… what’s his meaning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you deliberately provoking me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was about to demand an explanation, but Herbert had already pierced his fingertip and extended it toward the coffin’s crack, casually saying: “Here—ten drops. Take them yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisabeth made no complaint—her eyes fixed solely on that pale, jade-like finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just before she opened her mouth, she asked again, suspiciously: “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! If you waste more time, I won’t give it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert rolled his eyes and pretended to pull his finger back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisabeth panicked instantly and lunged to bite—but the narrow crack wouldn’t let her open her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In desperation, the ravenous Elisabeth extended her tongue, trying to catch the falling drops of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert stared at the pink little tongue and thought of only one thing—what if I closed the coffin lid right now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she cry for a long time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1096,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","20bfce4f46e5731d79799e6c3141559637a5e8e159f2aefda6bc974019b5e8d9","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-70","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-68",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]