Today was a simple day. There was some small celebration, as I requested the 'I'm not dying party' to be a small affair, and then I got to work polishing off my apprentices' education.

I spent all day going over and filling in any cracks in their knowledge and making sure that they understood everything I could possibly teach them. I made sure they understood every detail I could from anatomy and biology to injuries and traditional healing, and many things beyond. By the end of the day I was satisfied that they were ready to graduate from being my apprentices.

I've already hired a party planner to organize something for two days from now, in the meantime I'm going to need to replace my skin. I would rather not go out into public looking like this if I can help it.

There wasn't much left of the spells that made up my body, and I was sick of being on Flore all of the time to deal with the itching. So naturally I decided to speed the process up a bit. That was a mistake. For roughly an hour I was suffering through debilitating pain that not even Flore could properly counter. But it's over, and with it a sense of finality has settled.

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I'm no longer a monster, am I? The last part of me that consisted of monster stuff is now dead and gone, likely never to be seen from again. All that's left is plants, an evolution of sorts, though normally evolutions add instead of cut away.

Didn't Azrezel go through something similar, when he went from an angelic to an undead? It's fitting, really, that the necromancer became an undead and the plant manipulator became a plant. I wonder if my specialty had been fire, would I become made of fire?

Regardless it is an interesting state of being. I am a different species than I was a couple weeks ago, I am now a plant instead of a monster and therefore I have to be a different species. And yet the hand of the world had nothing to do with it, refused to have anything to do with it. Has the world registered what I am now? Is my current species something that can be created by others? I guess that there is a pretty simple way to find out, seeing if I am selling anything new on the terminal.

And I'm not. What I am does not exist according to the world, or at least I don't think so. No other creature will be able to evolve into what I am, ever. To my knowledge the world only records species when something evolves or new life is created, neither of those things happen. Even if I were to evolve my current state likely would not be recorded. It's an odd thought, really. Now I have definitive proof that I am unique, if I didn't have that already.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.