Monster Girl Development Master

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"Then it seems my efforts weren't in vain." Zhuang Sen nodded seriously, then quickly changed the subject before Mira could undermine him, "Who's next?"

Ange pushed the nervous Hana into Zhuang Sen's arms and laughed, "Let her go first, otherwise I'm afraid she'll faint from nervousness."

Hannah shyly buried her head in Zhuang Sen's chest, her face burning red.

Zhuang Sen hugged the socially awkward sunflower tightly and used the inheritance technique.

The screen went black, and then an endless plain appeared, covered with countless strange and wonderful flowers. Among the flowers were unique figures, some alluring, some innocent, some lively, some shy... They varied in size, but what they all had in common was that they were all beautiful and alluring.

But the most beautiful sight is at the edge of the field of vision, where countless flowers of different colors and shapes bloom at the same time. Enchanting, pure, lively, shy... completely different and even contradictory temperaments seem to blend together perfectly on her, making people want to immerse themselves in her flower buds and enjoy her meticulous care.

Zhuang Sen floated in the void, watching Hana enter in Anawen's form, and felt somewhat worried. With Hana's personality, could she really make it without him watching over her?

Hana was also nervous, but remembering Zhuang Sen's various instructions, she still took a step. As she began to move, the Anawans, who had been swaying in the wind, also began to move. The flowers became more and more beautiful, and the fragrance became more and more intense. One by one, Zhuang Sen appeared in front of them with a fascinated look on his face, and then was completely swallowed into the plant greenhouses of their lower bodies.

That's great... But it's not like she doesn't have any~

Thinking of last night's madness, Hana chuckled to herself, her steps becoming lighter. For her, being unnoticed was far more relaxing and carefree. She walked for a while, and then Zhuang Sen felt drawn to her again, appearing before the giant Anawan, which was simultaneously blooming with thousands of different flowers.

An indescribable fragrance instantly captivated his body. Zhuang Sen automatically raised his head, and like a spear, he charged into the layers of scattered green leaves as he ran.

Do not--

Hana was struck dumb by what she saw. Like Mira, she clearly recognized the real Johnson. Therefore, when she saw Johnson rushing towards the giant Anawen without hesitation, she was utterly terrified.

No, no, her sun! Give her sun back!

The Fragrant Plains shattered with a deafening roar, along with Hana's newly lifted spirits. Even though she knew it was an illusion, the overwhelming realism and the sudden reversal overwhelmed her.

So, when she opened her eyes and saw Zhuang Sen again, Hana, who was socially anxious, took the initiative for the first time and decisively hugged Zhuang Sen's head and kissed him.

Zhuang Sen expressed his understanding and skillfully soothed Hana's feelings until both of them felt somewhat embarrassed by the onlookers. Only then did they slowly separate, letting the silver threads break in the air.

"Are you calm now?" Zhuang Sen licked his still slightly sweet lips. "What did you learn?"

Hannah reverted to her shy demeanor and carefully extended her right hand: "Part of it is some knowledge about plants, knowledge about Anawen, and this... it seems to be the seed of a plant called Fragrant Fruit."

Chapter 110: Habby and Durham (5247 words)

After comforting Hannah, who was still somewhat agitated, Zhuang Sen opened his arms to his little sister, Ange, and said, "Ange, it's your turn."

Anjie squeezed in without ceremony, touched Zhuang Sen's face, and confidently declared, "Let's begin, brother. I'm ready, and I'm sure I can go all the way!" As she spoke, she glanced at Mira, but before she could finish her provocation, everything went black.

Then a lush, colossal tree appeared before her, at least several hundred meters tall, with countless harpies perched upon it, their multicolored wings reflecting the gentle morning light like a rainbow. They seemed to be ranked by the color of their feathers, with brown-feathered harpies at the bottom of the trunk, followed by gray-feathered ones… and at the very top of the canopy, perched a giant harpy with pink feathers, its indistinct face not affecting her sharp gaze or haughty demeanor.

Hmm, she does look quite like Anjie from before.

As always, Zhuang Sen floated in the void, pinching his chin and judging the bare-chested hobbits.

On the other side, Ange spread her wings and took her first step toward the giant tree.

The waiting harpies immediately came to life, flapping their wings and dancing around the giant tree like dancers, their enchanting songs filling the air with ambiguity and seduction. As Ange continued upwards, one zhuangsen after another emerged from various parts of the giant tree, only to be embraced by the harpies. What was originally a solo dance suddenly turned into a duet, and the more they danced, the less clothing the zhuangsen wore.

"They don't seem as good at it as vampires... "

As Zhuang Sen was making his comments, he felt a familiar pull. Looking up, he saw that he was indeed above the treetop, where the giant pink-feathered hobby—the hobby queen—was staring at him, uttering seductive sounds that made one's heart flutter.

Not forcing it?

Zhuang Sen felt strange and even a little unaccustomed to not being forcibly pushed into the inheritance for the first time, so he looked down. Ange was flying upwards at high speed, and when Zhuang Sen looked over, she had just passed the area of ​​the second type of Harpy and arrived in the area of ​​the third type of Harpy with blue feathers.

Is the Harpy lineage really that easy to inherit?

Zhuang Sen muttered to himself, "There's absolutely no actual test? Excluding the dwarf girl who seems quite special right now, the other inheritances basically start to get tougher in the second area, and they'll have to take action in the third area. But why is Harpy still singing, dancing, and teasing Zhuang Sen here?"

Ok?

Zhuang Sen sensed something was wrong. It didn't feel like Harpy was forcing the illusions of Zhuang Sen this time; instead, it felt like the illusions of Zhuang Sen were actively attacking Harpy. What kind of strange inheritance was this? Preferring to be passive, huh?

While Zhuang Sen was complaining, Ange had already flown across the third area, feeling quite smug. Sure enough, she was right! The content of this inheritance was selective, actively attacking the weaknesses of the recipient! Therefore, Mira failed because she couldn't solve the puzzle, Hana failed because she lost Zhuang Sen, and Ange faced the test of becoming useless and being abandoned by Zhuang Sen.

So, while everyone else was being forcibly pinned down and exploited by Zhuang Sen, in her case, Zhuang Sen was actively seeking out other harpies to mate with, and even the real Zhuang Sen was doing the same. But this, already anticipated by Ange, couldn't shake her resolve. After all, she was well aware of her current position. Although Zhuang Sen hadn't treated her particularly badly, she was still a "prisoner," a "former enemy." Under these circumstances, she naturally worried about being abandoned by Zhuang Sen one day, but because she had always anticipated this, she wasn't shocked or surprised. This allowed her to maintain her composure, understand that this was just an illusion, and know what the right thing to do was.

Upwards! Keep going upwards! Maintain your influence on Zhuang Sen!

Soon, the area where the blue-feathered Harpy was located came to an end, and a soft yet tough air wall stood in front of Ange, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"Is it over already? Oh well, it's better than Mira, and I should be able to get a decent reward this way, right?"

Ange felt a pang of regret, but accepted the outcome calmly. She looked up, then her pupils dilated in shock—"Damn it! You fucking can't, you can't do this!!!"

Above, the giant Happy had somehow shrunk to a tiny form, hanging on Zhuang Sen's body. A faint, innocent smile appeared on its blurred face, and a sweet, adorable voice emanated from its previously soft, melodious throat: "Your sister is so scary~ Unlike me, who only cares about her brother~ Brother~"

Who's your brother?! Don't try to claim kinship with someone else!

The illusion shattered, and the clever Ange's eyes were full of murderous intent. Then, her previous actions met Mira's gaze, which earned her a look of utter disbelief.

gas!

Ange clenched her small hands, about to start a verbal battle with Mira, when she heard Zhuang Sen's voice: "Well done, Ange, you actually reached the end of the stage on the first try, and you didn't even sell your body. Well done, here's a kiss for you."

Feeling the damp heat on her face, Ange suddenly stopped being angry and proudly raised her head: "Hmph, because I discovered the pattern of this inheritance. It deliberately attacks the part of the recipient's heart that they cannot accept the most. For example, Hana cannot accept that you are injured or disappear, and that silly Mira is worried that you will distance yourself from her because she has recently become stupid."

After Ange's words, Hana was alright, but she became a little shy again, and her gaze, which had been fixed on Zhuang Sen, temporarily fell to the ground. Mira, however, seemed to have been hit where it hurt, her face instantly turning bright red, and she didn't refute it, which was an admission of agreement.

Zhuang Sen patted Anjie's little bottom and changed the subject, saying, "According to you, what about Nia and Dantalian?"

“Nia’s situation is too special to say, but Dantalian’s is obviously possessive of you, brother.” Ange continued smugly, “It’s the same in reality, Dantalian almost always hugs you whenever he has free time, just like now.”

Zhuang Sen tilted his head back, feeling a soft, familiar touch against his head, which stopped him from peeking at Dantalian's expression. However, after a moment's recollection, he confirmed that Ange was right. Unless absolutely necessary, Dantalian would almost always cling to Zhuang Sen, and it was getting more and more intense. Now she even worked in her room, as if she wanted to keep Zhuang Sen tied to her arms all the time.

So cool!

Zhuang Sen rubbed his head against the pillow: "Dantrian, is Angela right?"

Dantalian smiled and tightened her grip on Zhuang Sen's arms, puffing out her chest: "It seems I need to prepare to face the challenge of Queen Lamia in the next inheritance. Or perhaps, Miss Ange, you would also like to take on the challenge?"

They know, but they won't change; instead, they'll threaten you.

The rest of the people in the room, except for Nia, were a little nervous, after all, they couldn't beat Dantalian, who was already capable of awakening three times.

"Alright, Dantalian, stop scaring them." Zhuang Sen reached out and patted Dantalian's thigh as she stood behind him. "It's not like we haven't been together before."

Dantalian looked away, patted Zhuang Sen, and smiled without saying a word.

Ange took the initiative to change the subject, and pulled a book out of her pocket: "By the way, brother, besides the increase in knowledge and bloodline, I also obtained this—Harpy Fantasia!"

"So, my dear sister," Zhuang Sen winked at An Jie, "what's the use of this?"

Ange received Zhuang Sen's hint and felt a surge of joy. She proudly introduced her most amazing reward. It was actually the song the hobbits sang in the inheritance, but unlike the others, it could trap listeners in a dream world, allowing them to see their deepest desires or fears, all without consuming bloodline power! It didn't even have to be sung; playing an instrument would suffice!

In short, it's a zero-cost, high-control system, and it can be used on a large scale.

No wonder it's a treasure on the same table as the [Dwarf Rune]; inheritance really does give you good stuff.

Zhuang Sen stroked Ange's little bottom, which was tense from looking up proudly, and suddenly asked, "Ange, where do you think the inheritance will attack Lydia?"

Ange paused for a moment before realizing that there was still a headless knight who hadn't passed on his skills, so she stroked her chin and said, "You're questioning my loyalty?"

Mira couldn't help but ask, "Perhaps we didn't protect Zhuang Sen well?"

Hana cautiously joined the discussion: "Could it be that they're worried about being abandoned by Lord Johnson?"

Nia giggled and said, "I think it's probably because they're worried that my darling is going too far with her games~"

Dantalian, crushing Zhuang Sen, calmly said, "Or perhaps it's about facing your beloved, confronting the crossroads of loyalty and morality?"

Zhuang Sen was speechless for a moment: "What exactly do you take me for?"

"abnormal"

"satyr"

"careerist"

"My dear brother~"

"My Sun"

"..."

The comments were so numerous and chaotic that it was impossible to tell who said which, which was a joke, and which was serious.

"Alright, alright, instead of saying so much, let's go see Lydia directly. We also need to give the prescription to Mother."

After much deliberation, Zhuang Sen decided to brew the potion with Lady Liya. As long as he didn't reveal the main ingredients, it wouldn't be a problem for him to squeeze the juice fresh.

……

"That's how it is. Lydia, do you want to give it a try?"

In Lady Lia's room, Zhuang Sen held Ange and Nia in his arms, looking at Lydia sitting opposite him. Ange's "law of inheritance" had already explained this, so Lydia was clearly a little nervous now.

"Young Master, I..."

"Well, there's no need to say it out loud. Just prepare yourself mentally."

Lydia was interrupted, took a deep breath, and then nodded vigorously: "I understand, I'm ready."

"very good."

Zhuang Sen patted the heads of the two little ones in his arms, and after gesturing for them to get down, he opened his arms and asked, "Want to come here?"

Lydia quickly stood up, and the plate armor on her body immediately made a noise, which made her stop. Zhuang Sen had no choice but to reach out and pull her over.

"here we go."

Before Lydia could say anything, darkness enveloped her, as if she were transported back to the moment of her death, instantly making her tense. Fortunately, the surroundings soon brightened again. Cold, icy blue flames illuminated the hard, gray hall, where headless knights, each holding a severed head, stood silently in the icy cold, clad in different armors, staring at Lydia who had appeared before them.

Unlike the previous races, the headless horsemen's formation truly resembled a military formation, orderly and exuding a palpable killing intent. Behind the standing headless horsemen was a heavy black iron throne, upon which sat a headless corpse clad in jet-black steel armor. A plume of black mist spewed from the cut at her neck, swirling where her head should have been.

As always, Zhuang Sen floated in the void, watching Lydia appear at the forefront of the army formation and observing her performance. After a brief observation, Lydia also took her first step.

In an instant, the headless knights, who had been standing motionless like statues, simultaneously "came to life," drawing their weapons and aiming them at Lydia who was approaching them. The sudden turn of events caused Lydia to instinctively draw her longsword, but her honed willpower prevailed, allowing her to control herself and refrain from launching an immediate attack.

At this moment, the headless knight in the deepest part stood up, and a cold voice rang out: "You villain who stole the bloodline, how dare you trespass into the realm of inheritance? Do you have any last words?"

What the hell?

Zhuang Sen stared in astonishment at the headless knight who had stood up. This was the first time he had ever heard the monster girl from the deepest part of the world speak. And what did she mean by stealing bloodlines? Was it because Lydia's bloodline was bestowed upon her by the system? But wasn't Ange's bloodline the same? Or was it because Ange was originally a bloodline user?

Despite the intimidation posed by the Headless Horseman King, Lydia raised her weapon without flinching. Even if this weren't an illusion, Lydia wouldn't show weakness to her enemy. However, the words "stealing bloodlines" made her bite her lower lip.

Seeing Lydia's resistance, the Headless Knight King seemed displeased. She sneered, "Insolent fool, do you think you're safe just because you're in the Realm of Inheritance? Even if we can't take away your physical body, how can you live if we recall our blood? Warriors! Attack!"

The headless knights, who had already drawn their weapons, immediately launched an attack. And it wasn't one by one; they all rushed forward, forming an endless torrent of steel that charged directly at Lydia! Lydia had no chance to fight back. After barely managing to take down the first two enemies, she was struck on the shoulder armor by a hammer blow from the side.

With a thud, a dent appeared on the gleaming steel plate. Normally, this attack should have ended there, causing no harm to Lydia. But Zhuang Sen saw it clearly, and Lydia understood it even more acutely—her power had been weakened.

Or, as the Headless Horseman King said, she is taking back Lydia's bloodline!

This astonished both Johnson and Lydia. They had initially thought this was merely part of the inheritance trial, like Dantalian's duel with the Lamias. But now it seemed that wasn't the case? It seemed they were truly going to reclaim the bloodline from Lydia!

Lydia was extremely nervous, even panicked. She had lived as an ordinary person for many years, and had seen many bloodline users, strong and weak, good and bad, but none of them paid any attention to her. She never dared to aspire to become a bloodline user herself, much less dream of obtaining the treatment that only bloodline users could enjoy.

Just like Lady Lia had tried to match her with Zhuang Sen long ago, the loyal guardian knight didn't think she could do it, because she was just an ordinary person, not a bloodline member, how could she be with the young master? She had never thought about this question, nor had she taken any action.

Until she suddenly gained the bloodline and won Zhuang Sen's favor. She was excited, thrilled, happy, and cherished it all, but she was also terrified. Terrified that it was all just a dream, that when she woke up, she would still be that ordinary female knight, unable to defeat even a single level one bloodline user, no matter how beautiful and virtuous she was. She wouldn't deserve to be a bloodline user's wife, or even a mistress.

She feared this even more than she feared being abandoned by Zhuang Sen, more than she feared being unable to protect her master, more than she feared being at odds with the world!

Even in the face of death, her hands trembled violently, and the breathing she no longer needed after becoming a headless knight returned, rapid and labored. Lydia began to dodge the attacks, but the surging tide of headless knights left her with little room to maneuver; each attack struck her, weakening her with every blow.

She regained her breath, her warmth, and her heartbeat...

She wanted to leave this illusion, but no matter how much she cried out in her heart, the illusion did not shatter as others had described; it remained as real as ever, as if her cries had been rejected. No one cared about her, just as no one cared about an ordinary female knight.

……

In the void, Zhuang Sen gazed at Lydia below, his feelings complex. He looked at the system panel; Lydia's bloodline had not been stripped in any way, nor could it possibly be. The inheritance was risk-free—to put it bluntly, everything at hand was merely a test.

The Headless Horseman King's lines were just one part of the test, much like the monster girls in the other legions who captured and exploited Zhuang Sen. However, Zhuang Sen now missed those exploitative legions, since he didn't have to undergo a psychological test.

I never expected that Lydia's biggest worry was losing her bloodline... How to put it, Zhuang Sen was a little disappointed. He also thought that Lydia's weakness would be him. Thinking about it, he was just being presumptuous. After all, he and Lydia hadn't known each other for long and had very little contact, including now, because she still needed to protect Lady Lia.

But since the inheritance isn't over yet, I'll take advantage of any opportunity to make a profit and just watch her performance.

Just as Zhuang Sen was getting ready to watch the drama unfold, a sudden pull came over him, and he found himself next to the Headless Horseman King, with a large, black sword appearing at his neck.

The cold, merciless voice of the Headless Horseman King continued: "You are the mastermind behind the theft of our bloodline, aren't you? I will cut off your head first to atone for the sin of defiling our bloodline!"

???

While Zhuang Sen was still full of questions, he was forced to kneel down by several headless knights who were nearby, facing Lydia, while the King of the Headless Knights raised his greatsword behind him.

Lydia, who was making a futile struggle, witnessed this scene. After a moment of stunned silence, her retreating movement abruptly changed. For the first time, she charged towards the headless knights. Her riddled armor was covered in ice, and her gleaming longsword glowed with an eerie blue light as it pierced through the armor of the headless knights blocking her path—[Death Charge], [Frost Spirit Armor], [Soul Strike]