Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Today it's my turn to train with Zero.

When Ling came to find Xia Yangyang, she was hunched over the table drawing. The style and color of her paintings were extremely depressing and gloomy, as if the world was on the verge of ending.

Zero frowned and squatted down in front of her table.

But the Queen was so engrossed in painting that she crossed her arms and leaned on the table, resting her chin on her arms.

After a while, she finished painting and, as she lifted her sore neck, realized that Ling had been waiting for quite some time.

"You don't need to suppress your feelings like this, Your Majesty." Ling Qing looked at her with clear eyes.

"Um?"

"I know you haven't regained your memory yet, and your eldest and second eldest brothers' training intensity is too high. Don't worry, I won't do what the insect doctor arranges. You can get some rest."

After saying that, he grinned, revealing a bright smile as radiant as the pale orange halo of autumn.

"That's completely untrue." Xia Yangyang smiled and patted his head, turning the painting around. "Do you recognize this place?"

She always felt that the things in her dreams were strange, so she drew them. Instead of burying her head in her head and being tormented by repeated attempts to figure it out, she decided to ask them.

"Hmm..." Zero carefully examined the painting from top to bottom, his brow furrowing more and more deeply. "This should be the core military base of the Zerg's western defense line."

He stretched out his hand, his nails neatly trimmed and rounded, pointing to the corner of the painting, to a blurry white building that occupied no part of the composition.

Those were three longswords with their tips pointing skyward, and beneath them burned an everlasting fire.

But Xia Yangyang paused as she twirled her pen. What she was drawing was the place where Mr. Parasite had died in her dream.

"But why did you draw it like this?" Zero asked, resting his chin on his hand in confusion. "That place has the Zerg's core weapons and excellent armor; it would never have fallen to this state."

"Is that so?" Xia Yangyang concealed the emotions in her eyes.

Zero then points to the main character of the scene, a humanoid creature that looks like it has melted and is entirely black.

"What is this? We Zerg have black thorn bugs and black centipedes, but not creatures like this."

"It's a creature that loves to eat meat, just like you."

"But it looks like it's about to die." Zero's voice was filled with an invisible sadness.

Xia Yangyang was suddenly stung by those words. She immediately took the painting and rolled it up: "No, that's just in the painting, it's not real."

Will not.

She also convinced herself.

That's just in a dream, not in reality.

But if she truly believed it wasn't true, why did she draw it? Why did she ask questions? Why did she acknowledge her status as the Empress and return to the Zerg?

"Splash—"

Zero looked at the paintbrush holder that she had knocked over in her haste and panic.

Red, black, and brown pens were scattered all over the floor. Xia Yangyang immediately bent down to pick them up, but Ling picked them all up first and put them back on the table.

"Bang—! Your Majesty!!"

The sound of the door opening and the insect doctor's excited shouts rang out at the same time.

The two of them looked at it together.

"The spaceship that came to take the Queen home has arrived! Our race can finally bring the Queen home!!"

*

The colossal object before us blotted out the sky, its four enormous and sharp supports piercing the ground like the claws of a giant beast.

Its outer shell is a metallic black, covered with a complex scale structure, and the hatch is open, with a bright red carpet laid out to welcome the Queen's return.

Two rows of beetle soldiers stood ready, but they couldn't help but glance at the empress's heroic figure out of the corner of their eyes.

Several veterans came over, moved to tears, and shook Xia Yangyang's hand, chattering away. Xia Yangyang's smile remained stiff.

What are they saying?

She learned everything but forgot to learn the Zerg language?

Lu Feng whispered in her ear at the right moment: "The elders are just saying comforting things like 'You've suffered,' you just need to smile and nod."

So, just like visiting relatives during Chinese New Year, Xia Yangyang shook hands with each of the elders and entered the spaceship amidst their polite exchanges.

*

The interior of the Zerg spaceship is magnificent and cold, made of a hard, rare, silvery-white metal, and filled with unimaginable advanced technology and Zerg creatures.

Several elders wanted to gather around the Empress, but Lu Feng persuaded them to leave to discuss the Zerg military situation with a few words.

Shiro inexplicably came over, squeezed a large dollop of hand sanitizer onto her hands, and said, "To prevent bringing Earth's bacteria to the insect race," but actually he was just complaining that the elders' hands weren't clean.

Then he left, grumbling and cursing, carrying a large bag of hand sanitizer, and disappeared.

Xia Yangyang spread out a sheet of paper on the table, and outside the window was the vast and boundless universe.

She was drawing with a pen while chatting with Zero.

"Why did you split into three?" Xia Yangyang asked curiously.

"When he came to Earth, he was attacked by the enemy's mental power and split into the three of us."

Speaking of that first person, judging from Zero's tone, there wasn't much warmth or familiarity towards him.

Xia Yangyang stopped writing and rested her chin on her hand: "Such a powerful enemy?"

"Hmm." Zero watched her draw intently, paused, and then said, "Actually, it's not that the enemy is strong, but that the enemy's weapons are extremely powerful."

"Oh? How so?"

"That enemy possesses a weapon capable of tearing apart his mental energy, capable of tearing apart anyone's mental energy."

"Were you torn to pieces?"

"No, it split itself before being torn apart, in order to preserve its strength to the greatest extent possible."

Xia Yangyang was speechless. He split his own mental power... What a ruthless guy to himself.

Zero added, "Those five weapons were like they fell from the sky. Whoever seizes the weapons can obtain a certain type of power source in the universe, which is why interstellar wars broke out."

Legend has it that whoever collects all the weapons can rule the galaxy, but no one has managed to do so to date.

Xia Yangyang frowned: "Do the Zerg have such weapons?"

Zero nodded: "There is one. The elders speculate that this is one of the reasons why the invaders keep attacking the Zerg. It is a yellow ring that stores the souls of the queens of past dynasties, and the Zerg have always protected it."

Xia Yangyang: [Tongzi, do you know about that ring?]

System: [Sorry, Master—]

Xia Yangyang raised her hand in a second: [Alright, no need to say anything more, you useless piece of trash, what use are you?]

System: [QwQ! You, you, you! I'm not a piece of trash!]

How can you blame it? The Zerg data was blocked, what could it do?

System: [However, if you can get your hands on that ring, I might be able to figure out its function.]

Xia Yangyang flexibly retorted: [I retract my previous statement.]

System: [Words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back!]

Xia Yangyang: [If you can recall a message in three minutes on WeChat, why can't you do it? You're so advanced!]

System: [How can those be the same?]

Although... hehehe, it is indeed very high-end.

Xia Yangyang was drawing slowly and deliberately, her brushstrokes depicting mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Before she had finished drawing, Zero's large hand suddenly covered the entire sheet of paper.

"If you return to the Zerg, please be sure... don't show this painting to anyone else."

That was the first time Xia Yangyang had shown a serious expression on Ling's face.

"Why?" she asked.

"Thirty years of war have left the Zerg soldiers mentally exhausted and tense. Your return brings hope. If the soldiers see this dejected style, it will break them."

It's that serious. She was indeed careless and didn't consider so many things.

"Now that I understand," Xia Yangyang nodded solemnly.

"it is good."

Ling pursed his lips, slowly moved his hand away, his undisguised lake-blue eyes fixed on the drawing paper, his voice heavy with a sense of responsibility.

"And, the place you painted here—"

"It is the capital of the Zerg."

Behind the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a flagpole stands tall, with a black flag fluttering on it, bearing the golden, sacred, ancient insectoid emblem.

Just as Xia Yangyang was holding her breath, the spaceship suddenly experienced violent turbulence.

The entire ship tilted, and the metal structure emitted a dull groan.

Zero immediately shielded the Queen in his arms. The spaceship was in a mess, with equipment scattered all over the floor.

Just as Xia Yangyang was about to ask the system what was going on, the spaceship's vibrations subsided, and soon it resumed a stable ride.

Lu Feng rushed in from outside the hatch, anxiously helping Xia Yangyang back to her seat: "Are you alright? The spaceship just encountered a supernova explosion, but fortunately, no one was injured."

Xia Yangyang suddenly looked up: "A supernova explosion?"

Her nerves were on edge, which suddenly brought back the scene she had seen in her dream.

Is that really such a coincidence?

In her dream, she also encountered a similar explosion, resulting in the destruction of the spaceship and serious injuries to everyone on board.

Lu Feng knelt down on one knee and firmly grasped her hand with his large palm: "Yes, but you don't need to be afraid. Our spaceship is very sturdy and has already weathered the crisis."

His voice was like a strong rope, pulling her back from the brink of daze.

Xia Yangyang nodded blindly, and the stable spaceship gradually brought her back to her senses.

Even the most realistic dream is still a dream.

But her expression remained grim, and she asked another question: "Wouldn't that cause a radiation explosion?"

"There will be some radiation, but don't worry, it will be at least one or two years before the radiation explosion reaches our location."

Lu Feng's words were calm and collected, undoubtedly a beacon dispelling the darkness.

But as Xia Yangyang walked along the path illuminated by this lighthouse, her face grew paler and paler.