The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil

Elven Royal Court, Vilanors.

The sky was iron-blue in the moments before dawn. Endless forest mists shrouded rolling firelight.

Vieya had just returned to elven lands when scorching hot winds from outside rushed in, igniting the curtains inside the grand hall. Before the hall, two elves were holding swords, locked in combat with foreign enemies.

It was a dead fight of evenly matched strength. Both sides swung their weapons with no composure left—only speed and power remained. Yet the enemies they faced were nothing like humans. They wore war-ghost masks, and boundless strength was forced out from within their bodies without rest. Their skin split open—torn apart by their own power. Under the ferocity of that strength and the advantage of numbers, the elves quickly fell into a losing position.

“Xiao Ye, be careful!”

Caught off guard, the sword-wielding elf was smashed «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» to the ground by a single punch.

At that moment, a huge net dropped from the sky, binding the two exhausted elves tightly.

“Hehehe, these two are good stock. Should fetch a fine price!” 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

A group of black-robed figures rushed out from the shadows, tightening the net, trying to secure the two struggling elves.

But the warriors wearing war-ghost masks would not let it go. They wanted to cut the two elves down on the spot.

The black-robed figures were instantly displeased. “Hey! Don’t damage our goods. Or are you trying to renege on the terms of our alliance?! Don’t forget—”

Puchi!

The berserk warriors didn’t care about any of that. Charging straight into the crowd, they began a frenzy of slaughter—sword light flashing wildly, severed limbs flying. The terrified black-robed figures immediately pulled out all kinds of magical tools to defend and counterattack.

Countless magical light-blades whooshed through the warriors’ bodies, leaving bloodied holes one after another.

Yet the warriors seemed incapable of feeling pain. Their muscles bulged, and despite being covered in wounds, they grew even more enraged. The blood coating their bodies exploded outward in an instant, turning into a rain of blood that sprayed in all directions.

With absolutely impossible movements, they used their flesh to forcibly smash the black-robed figures’ magic shields, then swung their broad greatswords in crescent arcs. In the next second, several black-robed figures were cut cleanly in half at the waist!

After slaughtering the black-robed figures, their bodies drenched in blood, eyes blazing red, they turned their gaze toward the two elves trembling beneath the net.

“Waaah... I don’t want to die...” The two unarmed, underage elves clutched each other, crying in terror.

“Xiao Ye, don’t be afraid. Her Majesty the Queen and the Moon Goddess will come save us.” The slightly older elf tried to comfort her companion, but those horrifying warriors had already raised their blood-red greatswords. White vapor spewed from their mouths and noses. In the next second, they could chop them into elven paste on the spot.

However—just as the two elves fell into despair, a crushing gravity descended from the heavens!

With a deafening boom!

The three warriors who had clearly lost all reason were crushed first, bursting apart into a puddle of viscous pus and blood.

That sludge boiled, bubbled, and smoked on the ground, extending tiny blood-tentacles that tried to recombine, as if attempting to revive. But immediately after, a mass of golden flames fell upon it and burned. Crackling sounds rang out as a scorched stench spread.

The two elves turned pale, ears drooping, trembling uncontrollably.

Vieya stepped forward and cut through the ropes binding them with a single sword stroke, violently lifting the net away. Beyond layers of palaces, the distant air was thick with the stench of blood. This was the core of the Elven Royal Court, yet outside, countless elves were already crying out and running about—it was complete chaos.

“What exactly is going on?”

Vieya pulled up the elf who looked a bit older. “How did so many demon-humans appear even here in the grand hall? Where are Dorothy and Aislin and the others?”

“Th-the Queen and the elders led the elven guards out of the city to meet the enemy. I don’t know why so many enemies suddenly appeared inside the city, wuu...” As she spoke, the elven girl began wiping her tears. “So many of our people have died. Just yesterday we were all celebrating together, wuu...”

“......”

With a heavy heart, Vieya hid the two elves inside the palace, then directly removed the restrictions on her body’s abilities. While exterminating the invaders throughout the city, she searched for her daughter’s whereabouts.

Along the way, there was nowhere to avoid the smell of smoke and blood.

The elven taverns that once rang with cheerful music were now engulfed in flames, thick smoke shooting straight into the sky. Elves who had chatted and drunk together just days ago now lay limp in flowerbeds, utterly lifeless.

“Jasmine! Jasmine!” Vieya shouted loudly toward the burning elven guesthouse above her.

There was no response. Vieya mechanically swung her sword, cutting down demon-humans charging at her, and rushed into the guesthouse to search.

“It’s useless. There’s no trace of Jasmine’s presence here,” the dragon egg said. “Among these invaders are not only monsters, but also demon-humans and humans fishing in troubled waters. That means this plunder against the elves involves at least three factions.”

The main beams of the guesthouse had already been completely devoured by fire and were collapsing downward. Choked by flames and smoke, Vieya’s eyes reddened and she couldn’t help coughing. She did not linger there, gripping the Holy Sword as she moved at extreme speed through the Elven Royal Court. Only platinum-white sword light and dark-red blood-shadows flashed and vanished. Blood sprayed everywhere, each drop evaporating instantly in midair.

By the streets, under wooden houses, throughout alleys and avenues, many elves stood dazed. They only felt a gust of wind pass before their eyes—and the invaders who had been fighting them just a second earlier were instantly reduced to clouds of blood mist, drifting away on the breeze.

“This isn’t your fault.”

“The elven race was bound to face a day like this. Too many dark enemies covet them. Perhaps the Elven Queen also wanted to use this opportunity to draw out all hidden enemies and settle accounts. It’s just that the price is a bit too high.”

“It has something to do with me. But since things have come to this, I’m too lazy to argue right and wrong.”

“Why... why did you come to save me? Love? Hate? Regret? Unwillingness? Or all of it?”

“Don’t say that. Just assume it’s all of the above.”

“Then... do you want to regain the power of your peak? The power to change everything.”

“What’s the price?”

“Ten seconds.”

“Borrow your former power for ten seconds.”

“At that time, the radiance of the Holy Sword will once again pierce the sky.”

Vieya heard Flaviel’s voice, yet could no longer hear the sound of the blade cutting into invaders and tearing flesh.

Everything before her seemed to lose its color, turning into adjustable frames of black-and-white film. There was no pain, no comfort—only that surging agony inside her body, like a cocoon struggling to break open, like a snake shedding its skin in torment.

Suddenly—

Vieya could hear nothing at all. Only pale scenes from memory flickered before her eyes... flickering without end.

‘Cold, so cold. Damn rain—why is it still falling? Why does it always rain? Why do you always force me like this? Damn you!’

You forced me into this!

Lightning flashed through her mind. At the instant the final thought fell into place, that familiar power returned to its rightful position.

Vieya clenched the Holy Sword fiercely and drew a circle in the air. In the next second, all elves in the Royal Court saw the invaders’ bodies—and enemies traveling through teleportation—collapse and disintegrate completely. So clean. All filth vanished. This was exactly what I wanted...

‘Kill them,’ a voice resonated with her from deep within.

With that single thought, Vieya immediately began to act.

First, she found Dorothy and the others, cutting down in one sweeping strike all humans or monsters fighting them. Then she summoned 【Moke Upper River Diagram】, spread it open, and threw it into the sky like bait to fish.

Rumble—!

The entire heaven and earth shook. Very soon, several concealed gazes were cast from the darkness.

Before long, a streak of golden light split the iron-blue clouds and descended.

“Amitabha.”

The golden light parted, and a monk clad in sacred white robes stepped out, wearing a benevolent smile. He pressed his palms together toward the slime girl and bowed devoutly, smiling as he spoke,

“This item is fated with me.”

Almost at the same time, several more figures arrived trailing streams of light, hovering above the Elven Forest. In an instant, multiple silhouettes gathered—it seemed all of them had come to the Elven Royal Court to claim a share of the spoils.

“Huh? You martial monks are getting involved in this too?”

“You jest. This humble monk has long seen through worldly matters. Today, I merely came to reclaim what is mine.”

“Don’t make everyone laugh. Who doesn’t know you’ve defected for years, running around under the name of Delaeni causing trouble everywhere.”

“Pot calling the kettle black. And why have you all come here?”

“Naturally, to seize a chance for advancement. I hear the treasures of the elven race are overflowing.”

“Oh? Fine. The treasures are yours. The World Tree is mine,” said a three-headed hound monster.

“Haha. Let’s first work together to defeat her. If so many of us return empty-handed, wouldn’t we just become a laughingstock?”

“Forget it. Who knows what schemes you’re plotting. What we can take depends on our own abilities.”

However, at that very moment—

“—Ah!”

In an instant, the white-robed monk was seized by an enormous suction force and dragged away, directly sucked into the radiant painting. He had no power to resist—only let out a single cry before being captured.

In a flash, utter silence fell.

Not only were the elves preparing for battle stunned, but even those who had just been discussing how to divide up the elven race were dumbstruck. They knew that painting was a treasure—but no matter how precious, it shouldn’t be able to suppress a famed ninth-rank powerhouse so effortlessly, right?

At that thought, realization dawned on them all at once. They turned their heads toward Vieya, expressions grave.

“Something’s wrong! This monster girl has been possessed by an evil god!”