Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 861 - 435: Kemonomimi Mass Production Diary

[Research Log·Day 1]

"Today, I was driven out again by those self-proclaimed noble kin."

"(Crude elven slang)!"

"The way they look at me, it’s as if they’re looking at something filthy, muttering words like ’freak’ and ’desecrator of nature’... Tch."

"I’m not angry, really, I’m not angry at all."

"They’re just a bunch of stupid guys, it’s not worth getting angry with them, really not worth it... Tch!"

"(Passionate elven profanity)!!!"

Clang.

The speaker seems to have thrown something from their hand, causing something to smash in the distance.

"For what reason!!?"

"I just want to ask, for what reason!!!"

"Just because I like animals, like those cute creatures with furry ears and tails?"

"We are elves, messengers of nature, so what’s wrong with getting close to nature? Is there a problem?"

"The so-called ’nobility’ and ’purity’ of the Elf Race are just excuses for self-isolation!"

"They even told me: ’Elvis! Your thoughts are wrong! Doing this will kill many people!’ and said ’because of your madness, the royal court will not provide any funding support for you!’... Tch!"

"Master of Nature above! These guys, all of them are talking! Nonsense!"

"You’re daring enough to study the divine and attempt to understand the operation of divine power, but now, when I study the possibility of ’animal transformation’, you call it desecration!!?"

"I just want to give them more possibilities beyond just spirituality!"

"Compared to you, am I really that excessive?"

"(Manic elven profanity)!"

"You tasteless folks! You really understand nothing!"

"You all don’t understand me! You——"

Rustle rustle...

The recording by Herbert pauses for a moment, with some slightly harsh noise appearing.

It’s unclear whether there was a problem during recording or if it’s due to the passage of time and wear.

But soon enough, the sound resumes.

"... Forget it, it’s not worth getting angry with a bunch of tasteless folks."

"You don’t want to grant me funds, right? Don’t want to give me any support, right? And you want to laugh at me, right?"

"Fine!"

"I’ll do it myself!"

"I, Archmage Elvis Sothorlin, Master of Beast Forest, will definitely complete my research!!!"

"At that time... hmph!"

"At that time, don’t regret it!"

"Don’t regret it!!!"

Click.

Rustle rustle...

At this point, the first segment of recording finally concludes.

"... What is this?"

Herbert frowned, blinking rapidly in confusion.

What did I just hear?

Was it some strange shouting?

What kind of XP explosion is this!

The recorder of this data, uh, presumably the owner of this ruin, a certain elf master from the Elf Empire era...

"Really, hmm, quite individualistic!"

"However, he does have good taste..."

Herbert firmly believed in one principle.

Anyone who likes tails is not a bad person.

No one!

And then, he quickly got slapped in the face.

Before Herbert could speak, the second log suddenly played.

However, after so many years, the recording was not complete, and the second log jumped directly to more than ten days later.

[Research Log·Day 14]

"The inhibitor consists of three vials of dwarf blood samples and two tubes of beastman bone marrow extracts."

"30 seconds after injection, the subject’s heart rate increases... body temperature abnormally rises, ah! It has started."

"Visual record, the 47th subject exhibits the expected morphological changes, new independently movable feline ear structures, and the caudal vertebra begins to extend... No."

"Failed again."

Rustle rustle...

"No, it’s wrong, a complete mistake in direction."

The voice of the Elf Grand Mage was cold, with perplexity towards the experiment’s failure, but there was no mercy for the subjects.

"I shouldn’t have directly grafted animal organs onto them; the rejection reaction was too intense."

"Including beastmen with strong physiques and life force, more than a dozen subjects have been near death because of this."

"Even dragon descendant creatures are the same."

"It’s strange, they can clearly reproduce with alien races, yet they can’t directly splice the limbs of alien races..."

"Forget it, what I want is not a stitched-together monster; I might as well buy from an undead mage."

"Better to switch to a gentler approach."

"Just..."

"Let them reproduce in the traditional way first."

...

Herbert squinted his eyes.

The initial warmth he felt for the elf grand mage he had never met vanished.

He was wrong.

Whether someone can be deemed a "good person" differs from person to person.

Like accidentally stepping on an ant on the street doesn’t count as a sin in human eyes.

But to the ant, humans are cruel assailants.

Different people can hardly truly empathize with each other.

In that furry-obsessed grand mage’s eyes, human and other racial test subjects were no different from lab mice.

No mercy, no need for mercy.

Experimental subjects are just experimental subjects.

But... even understanding this, Herbert instinctively felt a bit upset.

[Research Log·Day 39]

"I’ve found it!"

"After over thirty days of analysis and selection, going through more than twenty races including beastmen, dwarves, goblins, dragon descendants... the research target has finally been determined."