What Kind of Monster Is That? Isn’t It a Pretty Girl?

An ordinary passerby transmigrates to a world that's more or less just like his own. He has neither a System nor a golden finger. The only thing that might count as a cheat is that, as someone from the three-dimensional world, he's immune to the occasional ghosts, demons, and monsters.

That is, until he sees a crowd on the street staring in astonishment at something behind him. He turns around and sees a beautiful girl with white hair and white clothes floating down slowly. Everyone around her flees in terror, and one person even sprouts a white scarf-like covering that wraps around their body.

Only later does he learn that, to other people, the girl is surrounded by white mist, with countless white, ribbon-like tentacles all around her.

An indescribable eldritch abomination in this world.

Black, octopus-like tentacles.

Red, chunky masses of flesh.

A mass formed by intertwining tubular tentacles.

A huge presence, veiled in white mist among the mountains and forests.

The passerby: "You say they're monsters?" He glances at the black-haired beauty whose hair floats in the air, and the red-haired beauty who can split into countless little copies.

A friendly warning: contains some mildly unusual fetishes.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.