Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 514 - 314 Fuck the tragedy! (4K, additional - 109)

Chapter 514: 314 Fuck the tragedy! (4K, additional Chapter 109)

When Herbert first met Teresa, he once asked her a thought-provoking question.

——"If in the future you truly find yourself unable to return to your original form, what would you plan to do?"

And to his puzzlement, the girl weakly but firmly whispered in response.

——"I would rather die than live as a monster."

Teresa didn’t want to become a monster.

Therefore, helping her find relief was not only Herbert’s choice, but also Teresa’s choice.

This is why Herbert closed his eyes and let out a long sigh after hearing Teresa’s answer before.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

After her transformation was destroyed, Teresa’s body was directly taken over by Sinful Desire.

All prior conversations were mere disguises, an attempt by the Evil God to toy with human hearts!

And fortunately, it was Him who allowed Herbert to make up his mind.

Such a hidden danger cannot be left behind.

The hidden danger must be completely eliminated.

Although Nenasha disdained Sinful Desire’s manipulation of hearts, His disguise skills were truly exceptional.

If He were allowed to hide by his side, Herbert feared he would never find peace of mind.

"Cough, cough!"

"Teresa" squinted her eyes, as if looking at a jewel, staring at Herbert’s eyes with a sarcastic smile: "Mortal, you are even more ruthless than I thought... You truly are His Devotee! Hahaha!"

Those eyes were as cruel as the sun.

The most righteous, the most just, but also allowing no shadow, tolerating not a hint of evil.

Oh, Sun.

Oh, Sun, gradually walking towards self-destruction!

You are destined to fall.

"Mortal... no, Herbert."

In the end, the God of Sinful Desire changed His tone, no longer condescendingly despising the mortal before Him, but addressed him by name.

The mortal before Him indeed deserved to be remembered by Him, to be engraved in the memory of a deity.

He made Him angry and also sparked His greed.

"You are destined to walk the path to destruction."

He gazed at the mortal, whispering in an ancient voice:

"I will forever watch over you."

"Remember, every desire, every malice stirring in your heart, will be sensed by me."

"I will await the moment when you are completely destroyed, and at that time... I will extend an invitation to you once more."

"Herbert, you will inevitably become mine."

Facing the Evil God’s final invitation, Herbert lowered his eyes without responding.

He merely stared at Teresa’s shell, channeling Holy Power into her body through his sword, destroying the foundation of the Evil God’s descent.

"..."

Finally, amidst the blasphemous words of the Evil God, like mad mutterings, the girl slowly closed her eyes.

Crack.

A faint sound was heard, and the domain enveloping the entire city dissipated,

Sinful Desire finally retracted His gaze.

He departed.

For a powerful and mad Evil God, He suffered a severe defeat this time, losing a lot of face. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

When confronting Herbert, He could rightly be said to have suffered a total defeat.

He lost a Legendary Level Divine Favorer, a mad city, an epic incarnation, a potential vessel cultivated with divine bloodline.

But fortunately, it wasn’t a complete loss.

In the end, He managed to turn it around by engraving a grievous scar in that young man’s heart.

Sowing a seed of desire.

Someday, that fallen seed will take root, grow into a towering tree in his heart, bearing the richest fruits.

When the fruit is ripe, it will be the moment He comes to harvest.

The cruel conviction of the Sun God is an incomparably sharp double-edged sword, leaving scars in His heart while wounding enemies.

As the scars on his heart accumulate, they will ultimately split open, never to heal again.

This process may take a long time, decades, even centuries... but it doesn’t matter, He can wait.

Sinful Desire is not in a hurry at all.

The deities have all the time to wait.

Waiting for Herbert to grow, waiting for him to step by step fall into madness.

["He has completely left."]

"...Hmm."

After confirming he couldn’t feel any prying eyes, Herbert let out a long breath.

He lowered his head, looking at the girl’s body, already gradually growing cold.

He moved his gaze from her bloodless face to her fingers.

They were not the hands of a Demon, but the hands of a village girl, marked by roughness from sewing and washing clothes.

Then, he saw the cloak draped over the girl’s body—the one he had taken off himself, worn by her with great care and value.

Although her body was covered in wounds, the cloak bore no trace of blood.

Teresa was very grateful to Herbert.

Grateful he saved her, gave her a chance to save her benefactor, and grateful he did not despise her form.

Finally, Herbert saw what the girl held tightly in her arms.

It was a book she never let go of, no matter how fierce the battle or escape.

It wasn’t a rare secret tome, containing no valuable spell, but a children’s storybook with dog-eared pages.

Herbert wiped the blood off the book cover and saw the original title.

"Knight and Village Girl"

A very ordinary, even somewhat boring, clichéd story that could be found anywhere.

A story of a humble village girl encountering a Knight when in danger and eventually finding love.