Monster Girl Development Master

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Zhuang Sen pinched the little guy's cheek, turning his mischievous smile into a shy one, and then greeted Dantalian: "I thought you wouldn't arrive until the afternoon, Dantalian."

"That was the case, but I rushed over here."

Dantalian really had something important to do. "When we came here, we saw that there were checkpoints set up on the road. Several merchants seemed to be trying their luck here, but they were all driven back by the soldiers blocking the way."

She didn't say how she got there, but it's easy to guess that ordinary soldiers wouldn't be a match for the vengeful female warrior, let alone have the courage to deal with a bloodline member.

Zhuang Sen frowned. This matter was indeed a bit troublesome. He had thought that even if the other Leons wanted to unite against him, who did not follow the rules, it wouldn't be so quick.

He hadn't even finished the first batch of weaponry yet, and hadn't made any money at all. Why were these guys in such a hurry? Their efficiency was too high! Zhuang Sen hadn't expected that a certain bratty little sister had already set her sights on his business.

However, this isn't a huge problem. If Dantalian could lead people through here, he could lead people out here too, though efficiency would inevitably be affected.

Tsk, what a nuisance they are.

Zhuang Sen's good mood instantly soured, and seeing his furrowed brow, Dantalian couldn't help but reach out and hug Zhuang Sen, pressing his head into her arms: "Don't worry, I'll help you, Lord Zhuang Sen~"

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Let's get down to business first: 10 updates tomorrow.

Okay, now that we've gotten down to business, let's move on to some random thoughts.

Let me first talk about this book. Actually, what I initially wanted to write was the beginning of the ending of my previous book, a yandere fantasy novel about a protagonist who goes from being fought over by several yanderes in various ways to turning the tables and beating them to their knees, adding them to his harem. The main theme was "Since you love me so much that you want to kill me, then I can only give you the same love."

I felt it would be a lot of fun, and I could even write things that are difficult to write in pure romance novels, but it was rejected by the editor.

But later on, there were stories about a female knight, a witch, and even a simple lord, but none of them were approved. So, while I was playing a game called Hero vs. Monster Girl, I suddenly decided to write this book.

However, the worldview of Yuusan, or rather the conventional worldview of monster girls, was too much like eroge (adult content). It was a situation where monster girls might be virgins, but it was unlikely that they were virgins at all, which didn't suit my personal taste. So, after some modifications, it was changed to the current setting where the protagonist turns people into monster girls.

The main theme is the "I create my own harem race" trope, which is somewhat classical yet not quite. It could be considered a harem novel, but calling it a traditional harem novel isn't quite accurate. I won't go into details to avoid spoilers, but in short, including this, there's a system, monster girls, bloodline users, etc., which I believe are well-integrated elements, and I'll definitely explain them later.

To be precise, this book is a typical Western fantasy lord novel, categorized by online novel formulas. However, instead of starting with a small territory, it starts with a monster girl who then takes over the territory herself. Therefore, Thorn Manor won't be the protagonist's first foothold or core home; the entire map of Leon Territory will be. The monster girl overpopulation mentioned in the synopsis only truly begins after the protagonist becomes Earl Leon—and it can't be considered an overpopulation unless the number is in the hundreds, right?

And learning from the lessons of the previous book, I hope that this time the main monster girls will at least have a basic character design. I dare not say they are particularly outstanding, but at least they should have names. Although I am not very confident, I can only say that I will try my best in this direction.

Finally, regarding the part about Se-seol that everyone is surely concerned about, there will be bread and milk. I will fight hard against Shin-hak.

Let me also mention the current situation of this book. It's better than the start of the previous book, thanks to the support of old readers. But it's not exactly great. The number of readers following the book has remained stable at around 50 since its release, which is just within my acceptable range. If the initial subscriptions reach 50 or 60, I will continue writing until the end. Even if the number drops further, I will still write, considering that I've spent more than a month polishing the setting and building up a stockpile of chapters. But I can't guarantee that I will definitely be able to finish it.

That's right, it's time to play the victim.

The author writes part-time. They go to work at an electronics factory at 8 AM and then write after returning home. If they're lucky, they finish around 9 or 10 PM; if they're unlucky and experience writer's block, it's 11 or 12 PM. After finishing, they don't even have time to watch anime or play games; they can only sleep. Sometimes, in the middle of a nap, they might dream of inspiration, get up, turn on the computer, finish writing, and then realize it's worse than not writing at all. This has happened many times. If you see any inconsistencies or errors in the chapters, it means I sleepwalked and didn't even remember making the changes. Please point them out.

Then the author has been single since birth, and even after reading the Datong ironclad case, his parents still insist on urging him to get married. During the Qingming Festival, they even dragged the author, who was saving up manuscripts, back to his hometown for a blind date—but he only met the matchmaker and not the woman—at the cost of the author saving at least six chapters less.

The author also has a mortgage to pay, and every month four-fifths of his salary is taken away, leaving only enough for food, drinks, and rent. He works for nothing each month.

This house was bought by my parents 20 years ago, yes, right before the outbreak of the pandemic. They used all of the author's savings from working, plus their own savings, to buy it in the author's hometown county. Then, as you know, the house price kept falling, and it was still a bare shell. They didn't have the money to renovate it, so naturally they couldn't live in it. They also had to pay property management fees. You could say they bought something that was ultimately meaningless.

But the mortgage can't be ignored, and the author can't give up being a beast of burden. The author's biggest wish now is to earn eight or nine thousand a month from writing books, so he can quit his job and write to his heart's content, instead of wasting the factory's water and electricity and the canteen's meals every day.

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Chapter 42: The Order Visits the Earl

Rewind a little, and as Dantalian's convoy approached Thorn Manor, two men dressed like travelers were observing them from a low hill not far away.

"Is that the legendary new level four sacred bloodline? It looks really good. I wonder what the blood will taste like?"

The one who spoke was the slightly shorter of the two men. He had red hair, which was common in the Fallen Star Kingdom, but his brown pupils were strangely square. He exuded a carefree aura, which was quite fitting for a traveler.

"Don't interfere, Lizad." The other man had a head of weathered white hair and two intersecting scars on his face, which ruined his originally handsome appearance and added a terrifying aura.

"What does it matter, Vol? No matter how high the bloodline is, it's only the first awakening anyway." The red-haired man named Lizad said with a grin, but the white-haired Vol had no intention of cooperating at all, maintaining his cold and hard expression as he stared at Lizad.

"Our mission is to confirm the effectiveness of the [Bloodline Tracing Sacrifice Ritual], not to hunt for supplies, nor to play around. This isn't the Black Swamp, but the Old Raven's lair. Heaven knows how many spies that cold-blooded and treacherous old raven has planted here. Your death is irrelevant, but if you disrupt the Order's plans..."

Lizad raised his hands: "Okay, okay, I know, I won't do anything reckless, alright? Stop reading! Good heavens, you could just say I'm reckless and let the Order kill my entire family of one hundred people, there's no need for all this nonsense."

Vol's forehead twitched: "Or I could just kill you. Anyway, this mission only requires recording the success or failure of the ritual, and I don't need to interfere in any way."

Lizad covered his mouth and looked at Wall with innocent eyes, but his strange eyes made his action look more like he was cursing Wall.

Wall didn't care; he already had enough curses on him. His pale, frozen, dead-fish-like eyes flickered, looking in a direction different from Starry Night City: "I smell it. The Earl is at work."

"Let's go, maybe we can even get some of the Earl's leftovers."

Lizad became excited, and surprisingly, Wall did not object.

……

Red Deer Manor.

As its name suggests, the local specialty is red deer, and its main industries are hunting and animal products, making it a mid-range estate in terms of production within the Leon territory. In this trial of succession, he was assigned to Ron Leon, a son of Leon who had awakened his maternal bloodline, the [Wilderness Sparrow].

To be honest, he originally had no intention of vying for the earldom; his bloodline destined him for a difficult struggle, and even if he were to take the position, it would be hard to keep it. But the fine traditions of the Leon family made it impossible for him to back down, so he participated in Jem's attack on Johnson and also joined the anti-Johnson alliance.

Even so, he didn't think he could win; he only hoped to live until the winner was chosen and not be purged. Until the day he returned from the anti-Jonsson alliance and found the old man... he meant, his dear old father, Count Cross, waiting for him at his house.

Cross received him very warmly and told him that he had always believed he was the most suitable successor. This so-called successor trial was a deliberate arrangement to ensure his legitimate succession, which was why Red Deer Manor was specifically chosen for him. Cross declared that Jem, Angel, Johnson, and Clark were all inferior to him, Ron!

"But I'm only a level two bloodline user..."

Recalling his shameful and unwilling answer at the time, Ron's lips curled into a smile.

The orange-yellow candlelight flickered, illuminating the dark room. Crimson magic circles were densely packed, covering every corner. Ron was at the very center of the magic circles, slowly bowing as he smeared the foul-smelling deer blood on his face.

He recalled Kross, his dear old father's answer, his loving voice still ringing in his ears: "Don't be silly, Ron, how could I not know this? So I sought out the King, the great Titan King, and obtained a secret technique to enhance your bloodline. This technique can elevate your Forest Sparrow bloodline to the third level, the Crimson Flame Deer. All you need to do is perform a ritual..."

Ron had no doubts, even though according to bloodline theory, once a bloodline awakens, it is fixed and has no possibility of evolution. But what reason would Kross have to lie to him? He was just a level two bloodline user; even if he hadn't been killed by his brothers and sisters, he would at most become a country baron, which would be the pinnacle of his life. He was not even in the same league as a powerful earl or a minister of the kingdom.

Even if Cross wanted to kill him, he only needed to raise his hand slightly, so Ron did his best to complete the ritual. He personally hunted the most magnificent stag and the most beautiful doe in the vicinity, mixed their blood with his own, and drew the ritual in this secret chamber.

Now, he will complete the final step and be reborn!

The deer blood, which had already cooled down, fell on Ron's body and miraculously warmed up again, growing hotter and hotter. This bizarre scene thrilled Ron! Yes, the ritual really worked!

He will become a Level 3 bloodline user! He will become Earl Ryan! He will become a minister of the kingdom!!

Glory, wealth, and fame seemed within reach, but all Ron wanted to see at that moment was Cross, his father.

"Did you see that! I have—"

His strong body collapsed with a thud, his face, unmarked and bearing a genuine smile, still held a hint of lifelessness.

“I saw it, son.”

Kross stepped out from the corner. It was too easy for the Shadow Raven, who had awakened three times, to avoid the perception of the Woodpecker, who had awakened once.

He looked down at the corpse on the ground, his right hand hovering above Ron's head through the candlelight. Wisps of blood energy surged from it, pausing briefly before rushing towards Kross. His once fair and powerful hand gradually turned red under the influence of the blood energy, then transformed into a red and black bird claw.

If Johnson were present at this moment, he would be surprised to find that above Cross's head, a black raven was struggling incessantly, as if something was constantly binding and entangled it.

"As expected, it doesn't work. After awakening other bloodlines, the Shadow Raven blood becomes so weak that it's almost useless. But why did Zhuang Sen..." Kross withdrew his hand. He didn't need to come personally; the ritual was interconnected, and the blood energy here would naturally converge into the main array he had set up in his hometown. But he really wanted to know if the blood energy of Shadow Raven children who awakened other bloodlines would actually be more effective?

The truth is, of course, no; Zhuang Sen is indeed unique.

Kross suddenly felt an urge to drain Zhuang Sen dry right now, but he quickly suppressed it. This was not the first time, nor was it a sudden pang of conscience, nor was it out of fear of the Church of Vengeance. As long as he evolved to a level four bloodline and completed four awakenings, what did the Temple of Aranta matter?

He was simply paranoid. He had been in contact with the Bloodline Cult for a long time and had thoroughly studied the [Bloodline Tracing Sacrifice Ritual] before daring to use it himself. Now that Zhuang Sen, who should have died but hadn't, and who completely violated the theory of the ritual, had suddenly appeared, his paranoia naturally prevented him from taking any action rashly.

He didn't even dare to keep Zhuang Sen by his side. He smelled too good. A few drops of Zhuang Sen's blood were comparable to an entire unawakened Shadow Raven bloodline. He was afraid that he would lose control and devour Zhuang Sen whole, causing the ritual to fail.

"It's alright, I'll wait until I reach level four bloodline and complete my fourth awakening..."

Klose disappeared from the room.

Some time later, the secret room was opened again, and Wall and Lizad walked in.

Looking at the eerie scene inside, Lizad whistled, "Looks like it went well!"

Wall shook his head: "Get started quickly, and remember not to leave any traces."

"When it comes to food, I'm an expert, Wall!"

Lizad bent down, and his once decent head suddenly swelled up, dark green scales sprouting from his skin. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a lizard's head and bit down on Ron's neck.

Glug, glug, Ron's remaining blood, the blood of the Woodpecker, all poured into Lizard's mouth. And when Lizard got up, satisfied, Wall placed his pale, lifeless hand on Ron's head.

A moment later, the secret room returned to silence, leaving only a dried-up corpse with no visible injuries.

Chapter 43: Second Awakening

Zhuang Sen was now perfectly comfortable enjoying the face wash. Dantalian's full breasts remained soft even through her nun's habit, their rich, alluring fragrance perfectly relaxing him. Nia watched this scene, glanced down at her own breasts, and realized that, aside from size, her height made it impossible for her to wash Zhuang Sen's face.

The dwarf channeled his grief and anger into force, fiercely striking the sword embryo. Meanwhile, Dantalian, having replenished Zhuang Sen's energy, released him with powerful willpower, her eyes greedily fixed on him, yet a gentle voice flowed from her red lips: "Feeling better, Zhuang Sen?"

Someone's lecherous nature has been exposed, but the nun is not disappointed; on the contrary, she is rather happy because the object of her lust is her.

“I’m fine…” Zhuang Sen nodded habitually, but although Dantalian released him, she didn’t back down, so he slammed his head against Dantalian’s chest again. The soft, creamy, and bouncy texture made Zhuang Sen wonder for the umpteenth time: Does this world not have bras at all?

Perhaps this is also a business opportunity.

Zhuang Sen pondered for a long time without looking up, while Dantalian felt somewhat at a loss, frequently glancing at Nia, who was still hammering the sword blank. This was Zhuang Sen's legitimate wife, and compared to her, Dantalian seemed less assertive—for some reason, thinking of this made Dantalian feel even more excited.

The thought of her pressing Nia's husband against her chest right in front of Nia made her body heat up, and the impulse she felt every time she was with Zhuang Sen became stronger, making her unable to help but squeeze her legs together.

How could she do this? Goddess, forgive me.

The devout nun struggled with her prayers, her hands stiffly raised and slowly extended towards Zhuang Sen. But then Zhuang Sen looked up again: "By the way, Dantalian, you haven't settled in yet, have you? Let me take you there first—"

As her chest suddenly felt lighter, Dantalian, no longer burdened by Zhuang Sen, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him back down. Zhuang Sen's surprised and rapid breathing, passing through the thick but breathable fabric, hit Dantalian's chest, causing her face to flush.

She is shy, but not much.

However, meeting Nia's gaze, Dantalian didn't dare to continue. She released Zhuang Sen, whose face was still covered in the smell of milk, and said seriously, "Let's go, Zhuang Sen."

Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian, whose face and eyes were filled with barely concealed desire, yet she was forcibly maintaining a saintly demeanor. He felt a thrill, but wondered if Dantalian would retaliate if she found out that he didn't need to hold back.

I need to improve my physical fitness as soon as possible, so as not to be exhausted by working myself to death for 24 hours straight.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Sen waved to Nia: "Nia, let's go, it's time for a drink."

The drink in question refers to Zhuang Sen's blood, which he has been feeding Nia every day for the past few days.

Nia, who hadn't intended to disturb Zhuang Sen while he was drinking Dantalian, couldn't help but lick her lips upon hearing this. She dropped the sword blank she had already forged and came to Zhuang Sen, saying, "Sister Dantalian, let's go! Zhuang Sen was talking about that~"

From Nia's wink, Dantalian unexpectedly understood what she meant, recalling the delicious meal she had tasted in the carriage.

She strode forward with her shapely, long legs, pulling the 1.7-meter-tall Zhuang Sen along like a young mother leading a child.

……

A moment later, in the main building of the manor, in Zhuang Sen's room.

A gleaming dagger sliced ​​through pale skin, and bright red blood flowed out, falling into the goblet in front of Nia. Then Johnson turned to Dantalian, reaching for her goblet, but his outstretched hand was restrained by another large hand.

Dantalian, her eyes slightly red, gripped Zhuang Sen's hands, her breath coming in short gasps as she lowered her head, her hot breath rippling the overflowing blood and releasing an even richer fragrance.

"Dantrian, how..."

Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian with confusion, watching her stick out her pink tongue and lick his palm like a cat. The soft touch and delicate tickle combined made Zhuang Sen swallow hard. What's going on? Why does this scene feel so erotic?!

Dantalian quickly licked the spilled blood clean, but she wasn't satisfied. She then pressed her full, red lips against Zhuang Sen's palm. The palm of a person's hand is very warm, and Dantalian's body temperature was already lower than Zhuang Sen's. Zhuang Sen felt a cool, refreshing sensation in her palm, which made his blood flow even faster.

Glug, glug~

Nia finished her drink. She was usually very satisfied, but now she felt a little unsatisfied. It was as if the taste of drinking straight from the cup was not as good as the taste of drinking straight from the cup.

Dantalian had already focused both hands on Zhuang Sen's left hand, and her tongue had unknowingly turned into a bright red snake tongue, not only sucking on the wound on Zhuang Sen's palm, but also continuously wrapping around Zhuang Sen's five fingers. The sticky snake saliva made Zhuang Sen's five fingers wet and sticky, exuding a strong Dantalian scent, as if it had been marked as the property of the Holy Ramia.

The holy nun, dressed in her pristine habit, licked her hand with longing, her erratic breathing rising and falling, striking Zhuang Sen's fingers and, at the same time, striking his heart.

If Nia weren't still around, he would have definitely asked Dantalian for more "blood sleep".

But Nia was staring intently at him, and Zhuang Sen was too embarrassed to do that kind of thing in front of his wife. Moreover, the system had given him a shocking message.

Dwarven bloodline: 25%–28%

[Holy Lamia Bloodline: 14%-20%]

[Bloodline progress synchronized and completed]

[Bloodline of the Unranked Angels: 20% - 26%]

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