Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 980: Chapter 477: You Do Not Belong to [Death], You Belong to Me

Friend, have you ever heard a tree sing?

Herbert said, I’ve heard it.

And I’m hearing it now, live.

"...Hiss!"

As for how to describe the song it sings?

Two words.

Unpleasant.

Seven words.

Grating and dissonant, hard to listen!

More specifically...

When you feel you’re at your best, singing passionately in the shower while recording this perfect performance on your phone, and then playing it back afterward.

Hey, strange, wasn’t I supposed to be a singing genius? But what’s this off-key noise...

Yes, that’s the feeling.

Herbert can feel the singer being very pleased with their performance, fully immersed in their art.

It’s completely absorbed in its artistic performance.

"...Cough cough!"

If it were just unpleasant, Herbert would still be able to bear it.

If it’s not nice, no big deal, just don’t listen, there’s no need to torture oneself.

But the problem is, he has to focus and clearly hear the song’s vague lyrics.

There’s something different within the song of the Holy Tree—it seems to howl continuously using a recitative form.

Yes, Herbert decided to call this form of singing "howling".

The howling is straining every nerve, shockingly intense, singing that pierces the soul.

Heard "Loving Even After Death"?

Go listen to the elderly version where the singer, now aged, belts high notes while squeezing their buttocks, then run all the pitches out of tune, leaving nothing but screams, that’s about the feeling.

Other concerts might cost money, but this Holy Tree’s concert costs lives.

And "costs lives" is not an exaggeration, but a physical description.

Thump thump!

At the moment of "hearing", Herbert felt his heart being heavily struck, his blood starting to accelerate all over his body.

He felt his head swell.

The influx of blood into his brain caused a slight discomfort in his consciousness, yet his sufficiently strong body could withstand this degree of disturbance.

Even so, Herbert still felt every second listening to the song was the greatest torment.

Pure mental damage.

He felt he might burst in the agony of nervous damage.

"Haven’t heard such unpleasant vocal cords in a long time..." Herbert gritted his teeth, feeling he was about to collapse.

Herbert felt very painful now, even more painful than others who heard it afterward.

Because he had heard those that sounded good before.

What on earth are you singing?

What was I normally listening to?

Fremay sang just for me!

But she was a mermaid!

Such a voice! Such vocals! Such emotion!

Now that’s real music.JPG

Unpleasant, but have to listen.

Herbert felt as pitiful as a company drone who still had to grin and keep working even though the boss and colleagues were all idiots.

All for that bit of reward.

The story told within that "song" made Herbert suppress his pain, enduringly listening.

The Mist Holy Tree was singing.

Singing with an ancient voice about stories from the origin of the world.

Among several songs, one captivated Herbert’s attention the most, he listened repeatedly until he finally understood the exact lyrics.

It soliloquized, revealing its present state.

"I am the primordial root, the ancestor of all trees, standing my broken spine in the river of time."

"I have lifted desolation, have shaded nothingness, now only remain half a charred confession."

It reminisced, recalling the past of all things.

"I witnessed the first burn of stardust, the initial bloom of flame, lava gushing in the earth’s veins."

"I planted my roots deep in the chaos’s depths, my branches opened the sky’s first azure."

"Back then, the newborn winds roamed recklessly, my leaves were the earth’s only oasis."

"Mountains slowly raised their ridges beneath me, my sap was the blood flow for all things."

Its emotions suddenly became agitated, chanting about that sacrifice.

"When the void cracked, shadows’ tides attempted to devour the glimmer of all things."

"I knew, only the demise of the old tree could exchange for the new shoots to grow on scorched earth."

"I willingly sacrificed in a grand blaze, using my branches as fuel, igniting the sun of salvation!"

It roared, not at any individual, but proclaimed to the world.

Proclaimed its sacrifice, and the birth of the new world.

Finally, all returned to calm, its roar gradually softening, no longer so intense and vehement.

It said:

"I am a stump, am ashes, but more so the undying root network."

"The new world shall awaken from my charred silence..."

When this song finished, it fell into a long silence.

But it wasn’t long before it began its chanting again, rendering several other songs.

Until it howled that song again, Herbert longly exhaled, indicating Nenasha could stop.

"Enough, can stop now, it’s about time."

["Not listening anymore?"]

"Hmm, not for now, anyway it doesn’t have any new content."

Herbert rubbed his brow, feeling his spirit had been violated by the song’s voice.

As for why not cover his ears, it’s because even covering them wouldn’t help, the song wasn’t heard through ears, but was entirely a mental contamination.

Woo woo, I’m not clean anymore, woo woo woo...

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Seeing Herbert in such agony, a flicker of delight glimmered through Miss Harmonious God’s heart...

Hehe.

Now you wish you hadn’t listened, don’t you feel awful?