Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 974: Chapter 474: Remote Control Play(?)

In the Natural Sanctuary, the enormous roots of the giant tree had remained motionless for a long, long time.

But now... it moved.

It wasn’t the kind of earth-shattering movement that everyone would sense in their hearts, but merely a faint tremor.

The sound it made was very, very slight, even lighter than the footsteps of a passing Goddess, disappearing without a trace without being drowned out by other sounds.

Though the tremor was subtle, and the sound was faint, it couldn’t possibly escape Fulingya’s perception.

!!!

The Forest Goddess abruptly turned her head, staring wide-eyed at the giant tree.

What just happened?

Did the remnants of the Master of Nature tremble?

Is there a response!!?

Is this it!

Could it be!!?

Is it awakening?

"Father, are you finally returning?"

Fulingya’s heart shook violently, feeling that her years of perseverance were finally coming to an end.

She even felt like crying.

As a half-born Tree Spirit born after the Master of Nature’s slumber, Fulingya actually had little emotional attachment to him.

Apart from the "bloodline" connection, they were essentially complete strangers.

However, Fulingya indeed received a great deal from the Master of Nature.

Endless life, immense power, the authority to rule the Pantheon...

To say nothing of anything else, the sheer Life Force alone made countless hearts brim with envy.

Bound together with the Master of Nature, Fulingya possessed an almost inexhaustible Life Force, making her almost immortal unless the remnants of the Master of Nature were completely destroyed.

Even if Fulingya’s "body" was destroyed, she could be "reborn" and awaken again from the remnants of the Master of Nature.

This is the main reason why some dissenters within the Natural Pantheon never dared to attempt a forceful "decapitation and usurpation" of her power.

It would be futile.

To truly "decapitate," one must ensure that the person who loses their head is completely dead.

But clearly, no one could accomplish this.

If an internal Pantheon conflict erupted, not only would they fail to kill Fulingya, but they would also push themselves into opposition with the entire Pantheon, which would be a losing proposition.

So these people had to opt for indirect battles, attempting a roundabout strategy— they were nearly successful.

If it hadn’t been for Herbert’s interference, Fulingya would have had to grit her teeth and swallow this bitter fruit, seeking opportunities for revenge elsewhere passively.

For the traitors within the Pantheon, others might consider surrender as an option, but for Fulingya, it was never a choice.

It never has been.

Apart from the benefits granted by the Master of Nature, Fulingya also bore a heavy responsibility.

As the daughter of the "Master of Nature," she could not hand the Natural Pantheon over to anyone else!

This shaky colossus of the Natural Pantheon was now resting entirely on her shoulders!

This responsibility was so heavy it almost crushed her, often leaving her with a feeling of suffocation.

And now, there was no longer a need for suffering.

Because the Master of Nature was about to return!

At this thought, thinking of her efforts, Fulingya’s eyes couldn’t help but moisten slightly, letting out a long breath.

"At last, it’s about to end..."

But unfortunately, Fulingya soon couldn’t cry anymore.

"..."

The Forest Goddess was disappointed.

The giant tree indeed trembled.

But it only trembled for a moment.

It was just like that silly little snow kitten striking back after being teased — it got angry for a second, but then nothing else happened.

The Forest Goddess, who had been feeling so sentimental, froze completely, standing still.

It’s over.

Is it really just over like this?

Ah!!?

A moment later, Fulingya finally reacted — her mouth twitched, and her brow furrowed violently.

"Breathe! Exhale..."

Fulingya closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled to calm herself.

Not daring to open her eyes, hoping it was all just her illusion.

She truly hoped that this was all just her imagination.

After all, if it was an illusion, that might at least make her feel a little better.

But it wasn’t.

Reality, it turns out, is very cruel.

"... Tsk."

A moment later, after adjusting her mindset for a while, Fulingya reluctantly opened her eyes and frowned at her "seemingly resurrected" old father, her lips twitching slightly, wanting earnestly to ask.

— Are you freaking kidding me!!?

Her reaction was quite normal.

After all, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

The Forest Goddess was now slightly losing her composure.

Just a tiny bit though.

"Ha..."

However, if Herbert were here, he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest and would heartlessly offer a few words of comfort.

Hey! What’s there to be upset about?

Life, you see, is inherently full of minor ups and monumental downs, down, down, down!

When you think all is getting better, it will certainly throw a curveball at you~

After a brief moment, Fulingya, being the acting Master of the Pantheon rather than a little girl still growing up, regained her calm.

Except for the faint anger hidden deep in her eyes, on the surface, there seemed to be no issues anymore.

Fulingya approached the giant tree, closed her eyes, silently sensed for a moment, and shook her head slowly.

"There’s nothing..."

She found no abnormalities, perceived no changes.

But it’s okay, for the current situation, the fact that "there are no abnormalities" in itself is an anomaly.

"Something must have happened somewhere without my knowledge."