Tentacle Monster Reincarnation: I Will Protect the Heroines

He needed to improve his body type for future health, and for that he needed dietary restriction and exercise. That itself was logic even a child could understand.

But not many people could actually carry it out. I’ll work hard starting tomorrow, I’m already tired today, who cares I want to eat something delicious—the reasons varied, but they abandoned correct effort and flowed toward ease... they fell into darkness.

Because it was easy, because it felt good.

Even understanding it was not correct, they wanted to entrust themselves to desire.

The Seed of Desire amplified that kind of darkness.

It inflated the desire inside the heart, thrust it at the person, and dropped them into darkness.

For a time, they could deny desire.

But those implanted with a Seed of Desire were constantly confronted with their own desire. Even if they tried to look the other way, even if they desperately endured, desire, the path to falling comfortably into darkness, kept floating in their heads.

(But that premise does not seem to apply to him, to Atel Octo.)

Even though he wanted to violate women so badly he could not stand it, he was desperately enduring—it did not look like that.

After checking the data from the battle with the Panty-Flash Monster Villain, he became certain. He was in a natural state.

The core of a Tentacle Monster Villain’s desire was the base ”I want to violate the opposite sex”—yet something every man harbored.

Even if he were desperately suppressing it, if beautiful girls exposed shameful states right in front of him... that would have been the finishing blow, or he would have become unable to move while suppressing desire that was about to run wild.

But Atel Octo showed no such signs.

Then was he homosexual? That was also no. Although he had not run wild, he had certainly reacted to female bodies.

The more he thought, the less he understood what made Atel Octo an exception.

”Thinking any further is useless; there is not enough material for judgment. ...How about it, Umbra. Dissatisfied?”

”Hihi—no no! I am glad to know that my collaborator is not an incompetent brainless fool! Hiihihihi!”

Happily, enjoyably, Umbra laughed.

If it was only an existence with strong power, if it was an existence that efficiently manipulated his own soldiers, there were as many existences above Alter as one could sweep away.

The world called Lemora was a pot of insect poison of the strong eating the weak.

They ate their own kind, stole the opponent’s magical power together with flesh and blood, and evolved into higher existences—the end of that was the Diabolic. Existences with only strong power existed in countless numbers.

And—such existences had no value.

Alter, and Umbra, thought that way.

”I am of the same opinion! Ah, I want to rip the core out of that tentacle man and confirm how the roots are... hihihihihi! If I did that I would understand in one shot!”

”Dissection is impossible, but we might be able to probe the secret.”

Manipulating the magical power of darkness, he projected an image in the air.

What was shown was a decaying, rust-red building—and inside it, standing still, the Black Knight.

A Monster Villain yet serving the queen the same as a Diabolic; at a glance that figure could also seem rational.

”Hihi, at first I thought of him as an exception—but my, there is no Monster Villain more Monster-Villain-like than that! Just from the shape of desire being different, he moves this strangely!”

Alter quietly nodded.

The figure swinging a sword while leading other Monster Villains and combatants, manipulating dark magic—yes, it could look like a Diabolic fighting as a magic swordsman.

——Yet no.

If compared to a Tentacle Monster Villain, it was like constantly moving while violating women.

Because all of his actions, his entire way of being, were means of satisfying desire—as a result he only looked as if he were not being swallowed by desire.

”However, Alter-san, to use a man like this at this late stage—no, I see, so that’s how it is.”

At the Black Knight’s feet.

A boy so adorable he could be mistaken for a girl was writhing while still restrained.

Vivid golden hair stuck to his forehead, his shirt was soaked with sweat and see-through. Apparently he was not gagged; from his mouth leaked voices of fear and despair.

’A—u, a, aaaah! Wrong, this isn’t, wrong—Onee-sama, I, I, aaaA—!’

’Acknowledge it, accept it, my cute little brother, Gahel Wayne. Then it will become easier; you no longer need to suffer.’

The only family remaining to Sacred Knight—that body was transforming with meki-meki sounds.

On the limbs that had been thin like a girl’s, blood vessels rose, and they enlarged while making abnormal sounds.

The skin hardened, unable to endure the force enlarging from inside it cracked with bakiri, gokiri sounds and blood sprayed—yet it immediately sealed again.

——Monster Villain transformation.

At that transformation, Alter leaked a voice of admiration, ”Hoh.”

Changing into a form suited to granting the desire of the one transforming—that was Monster Villain transformation.

Just as one obtained countless tentacles to violate multiple women at once, just as one obtained the ability to manipulate wind because one wanted to see women’s underwear—the Seed of Desire granted Monster Villains power corresponding to desire.

But the current boy’s change—was a wish too straight to be called desire.

(Though once he becomes a Monster Villain sexual desire will also increase—that feeling will be twisted.)

He did not think it pitiable.

With inorganic eyes as if observing a laboratory animal, Alter gazed at the display.

”Vigilante Atel Octo—you yourself said you were an ally of the justice of the Sacred, did you not? Then you cannot choose the option of abandoning them, can you?”

He had already heard from the Black Knight.

That Sacred Knight had left Calmate, therefore he must release the younger brother—therefore he must ruin the younger sister.

That wish would surely be fulfilled—even if other Sacred came to save her, Knight would never be saved.

Even if they defeated the Black Knight, her heart would shatter.

——But if an irregular intervened.

If that man who had thrown Alter Native’s calculations into chaos and driven him to defeat—if Atel Octo lent a hand.

That prediction might be overturned.

”If you have a secret, then use it and try saving the siblings.”

Show the difference between a Monster Villain and a Vigilante.

Alter quietly muttered and raised the corners of his mouth.