Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 862 - 435: Kemonomimi Mass Production Diary (2)

"Humans."

"They are sufficiently weak, abundant in numbers, widely sourced, and cheap."

"There’s no need to worry about Dwarves coming to our door with hammers, nor do we have to particularly seek out criminal prisoners... very convenient."

"Most importantly, there is a special adaptability in human bloodlines, with very low rejection to the blood of other races, almost able to intermarry and reproduce with all species."

"This was only previously observed in Dragon Descendants."

"But the price of Dragon Descendant materials is relatively high, and my demand is too great with insufficient funding... I had to choose humans."

"The experiment can continue to progress."

Scribble, scribble, scribble...

[Research Log · Day Forty-eight]

"Strange, is there an issue with my approach?"

"Why has the experiment stalled?"

"At which step did it all go wrong? Why are there so few offspring from these experimental subjects? What on earth is..."

Scribble, scribble, scribble...

[Research Log · Day Fifty]

"I understand now."

"Humans and Dragon Descendants are different; they cannot mate with all animals... their partners are limited, not all creatures."

"Instead, it’s Demons!"

"Their blood can merge with all Demons that have Magic Power, creating new bloodlines that combine the strengths and weaknesses of both."

"Very stable, unexpectedly stable."

"Though I knew some people bought human slaves to create a new race called ’Half-Elves’ not long ago, I didn’t expect it to be this stable."

Scribble, scribble, scribble...

[Research Log · Day Sixty-six]

[Research Log · Day Ninety]

...

...

Whether it’s because of a problem with the ruins, the information flowing into his mind was coming faster and faster.

Faster and faster!

Segments of experimental logs rapidly poured into Herbert’s mind, causing a slight change in his expression.

In the end, it was as if several days of records were forcibly crammed into his brain in the span of a second.

On the surface, Herbert appeared calm, as if nothing had happened, but it was quite dangerous in reality.

If replaced by someone else, they might have already been overwhelmed or even fallen into a coma.

However, not only did Herbert not feel too distressed, but he even had the presence of mind to analyze the contents of the records.

Even though he was not very conscientious and had a great deal of "dereliction of duty," Herbert was a Prison Warden.

He was also a member of the Knight Order.

At the same time, he was a Secret Keeper.

For any Secret Keeper, accepting a large amount of information is no difficult task.

Moreover, Herbert had long since undergone the knowledge infusion from the Ashen Bishop’s serpent scales.

That experience was far more stimulating than this!

Compared to those ancient hidden secrets accrued over countless ages, these mundane experimental logs were nothing.

A river channel that has already been widened can accommodate the surging streams of a river, so it would not suffer because of a meandering creek.

This record, which lacked much content, still contained a substantial amount of information, allowing many things to be analyzed.

Amidst the occasional complaints of the Elf Grand Mage, Herbert gained much understanding of that Elf Empire lost in the annals of history.

For instance, he learned the nickname of a stingy Royal Court Mage, found out all his familial relationships... all of which were cursed thoroughly by Elvis.

Furthermore, he discovered that the Elf Empire did not initially act against the Divine; at first, they only dared to observe from afar and did not dare to approach.

And so on...

Among the tens of thousands of experiment logs, Herbert keenly captured several special days.

[Research Log · Day Six Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty]

"I finally found someone who can understand my thoughts!!!"

"A Druid!"

"That special Druid agreed with me after listening to my explanations! He also thought my ideas were remarkable!"

"Hahaha!"

"I never expected that there would be someone among the Druids who could appreciate my aesthetics!"

[Research Log · Day Six Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-one]

"That Druid is just a ■■!"

"Him!"

"That guy and I are not aligned."

"What he likes are those pure animals, those Spiritual creatures that can speak, which are completely different from the anthropomorphic forms I envision."

"Truly a pervert!"

"I absolutely will have nothing to do with someone like that."

[Research Log · Day Six Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-two]

"Alright, the Druid convinced me."

"His preference in that direction, hmm, is different from mine but indeed has its own unique charm."

"Still, it doesn’t suit me!"

[Research Log · Day Six Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-two]

"Sheep, not bad."

...

?

Not bad?

What does that mean, not bad!!?

Over four consecutive days, joy, separation, understanding, joining, left Herbert somewhat bewildered.

You, uh, this... forget it.

Herbert didn’t understand, but he expressed respect.

He felt as if he was reading an unreserved diary, gradually getting to know this stranger... a furry enthusiast.

This was a rather unique Elf.

However, what really left Herbert speechless were the final few recordings.

[Research Log · Day ■■■■■]

"No, no... something must be wrong somewhere!"

"Those people’s research is getting stranger, how dare they? They... (guttural sound)."

"These people must truly have gone insane!"

The usually arrogant Grand Mage seemed very different from his usual self.

He didn’t know what he saw, but his voice trembled with fear, and he swallowed hard as if afraid of being overheard, lowering his voice.

"They..."

"That group, I initially thought they were just joking, but they were serious?"

"They actually want to enslave the Divine!!?"

"Madness, complete madness."

The bizarre Grand Mage, who had once been branded a "lunatic" by the entire Elf Royal Court for his "profanation of animals," at this moment could only be terrified by the madness of others, incessantly cursing.

"(A trembling Elvish profanity)"

"Do they really not realize the problem?"

"That, that, the Divine they are researching... It’s always watching them with open eyes!"

"Can they not see it?"

Bang!

"I must leave them immediately..."

"But, but! My experiment logs, my research results, my laboratory..."

"Results are almost within reach, just a little longer..."

"Leave?"

"Do I really have to leave?"

...

[Research Log · Day ■■■■■]

"I finally came back!"

"Though Her Majesty the Queen released me from the cell, she restricted my movement; I can only stay here now..."

"I am confined here, nowhere to go."

"But, the research already underway cannot be stopped, it must continue!"

"No matter what they do, regardless of the future, I cannot stop... I cannot!"

...

[Research Log · Day ■■■■■■]

"I succeeded! I finally succeeded!"

"Beastmen, and it’s a limited transformation... retaining some animal traits but without being completely covered in fur, fitting my aesthetic."

"I created a potion that can easily transform beasts into Beastmen, and the newly born Beastman bloodline is stable, automatically inheriting the abilities of their parents..."

Elvis spoke eloquently, quite satisfied with the work he completed alone over the centuries.

After accomplishing such without anyone else’s help, he had every right to be proud.

"Although I don’t think anyone would refuse such a wonderful body, I still prepared an antidote just in case, allowing newly transformed Beastmen to revert to their original form within a month."

"For offspring, the time needed might be longer, maybe a year, maybe ten years? This needs concrete experiments to test..."

"But, what does that have to do with me? I’ve already released all the defective and perfect ones back into Nature."

"Now, due to my soft heart, I no longer have any materials to use."

"... No."

A usually proud Elf Grand Mage’s voice faltered, the joy of success vanished, leaving only bitterness.

"I know why I did that, not out of softness, but... I simply have no time left."

"I succeeded, but also failed."

"Because..."

He trembled, murmuring in a dreamlike state:

"They..."

"Have already arrived."

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