Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"White... Wild." Xia Yangyang murmured these two words.

It felt as if something had burst through her chest, piercing her entire being.

Her eyes grew hotter and hotter; the heat and fire of the mushroom cloud materialized in that instant, baking tears from her eyes.

The stark contrast between reality and memory prevented the tears welling in her eyes from falling.

She couldn't believe it.

A trembling, nervous smile tugged at the corner of his lips: "What's the probability of your system making a mistake?"

System: [Very low.]

"Very low, but not zero?"

The system met the host's gaze, which was teetering on the brink of collapse, and nodded vigorously: [Yes, yes, it might have been a broadcast error. I'll check it again.]

Xia Yangyang nodded: "Okay."

She followed the system's operation closely, never leaving its side.

She didn't know how long it would take to verify the authenticity of a message, nor could she understand the obscure characters on the screen.

All I know is that the system menu was returned eighteen times.

The same interface and the same string appeared 36 times.

"Actually, you don't need to tell any white lies to comfort me. I'll be fine." A calm voice sounded behind it.

The system froze: [...]

"You know, I've never been interested in romance."

[......]

"Having experienced so many worlds, haven't I completed them all brilliantly? There are three mission targets in this world. Even if one dies, there are still two left. I'm here to complete the mission. Completing the mission is what I should do. My goal is to go home. My mom is still waiting for me. I need to be clear-headed. It's just Bai Ye. I've always hated that guy. He's incredibly arrogant, thinking he can see right through me. Ha, what is he? The world collapsing by 66% is nothing. Without the mission, my life has already collapsed by 200%. The extra 100% is the life I owe my mom."

The system had never heard her finish a sentence that was that long.

But her tone was calm and her logic was clear, which finally put the system's mind at ease.

It turned around: [Actually, this is a system announcement—]

You don't look like you're okay!

Tears streamed down Xia Yangyang's face.

She faced southeast, her entire body bathed in a bright red glow, every muscle in her face trembling in protest as she suppressed her reason.

It was a sense of impending death, like dusk approaching.

The system scratched its head in frustration, wishing it could tear itself in two.

It's so stupid!

If she really didn't care as she said, she wouldn't forget that she wasn't using private chat and was broadcasting to the entire server in front of the Zerg soldiers!

There's one more thing! If she keeps broadcasting like this, lightning will really strike and kill them both!!

Fortunately, Xia Yangyang did not say anything after that.

She closed her eyes, but tears kept flowing.

The blood-stained threads of spiritual energy connected to the ring.

She saw what the ring was sensing.

That's not some red glow.

It wasn't any kind of fire.

It was another kind of sword of power similar to the ring. That sword was blood-red, like the crest of a crane, and it was earth-shattering, primal, wild, and unstoppable.

Xia Yangyang then recalled that in every dream she had ever had, the sky was always this blood-red.

Yes, isn't that how every dream is...?

She was momentarily dazed.

Suddenly, I was shaken by an intense, nameless sorrow.

She couldn't suppress the impulse, just as she couldn't stop the effort she put in, only to head towards the predetermined outcome.

Why couldn't she have noticed these commonalities sooner?

In her dream, the red sky she looked at was exactly the same as the one in the apocalypse. Such an obvious similarity! Why did she have to wait until it was too late to realize it?

Therefore, the real focus of her dream was never Zero in her arms or the soldiers surrounding her.

It wasn't the three longswords of the western base that were cut in half.

Instead, the sky she turned to look at was a crimson red, flowing with the blood of the apocalypse.

Her tears were not for the war or anyone's death, but for this moment, for this belated realization.

Shirano was not killed by firearms.

Neither Victor nor Mr. Parasite were killed in the Star Wars.

Instead, they were things that, according to the system, did not belong to this world.

Her every move was shaped by the hand of fate.

The inescapable fate has now come to a close.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh..."

Xia Yangyang covered her head and trembled, tears streaming down her face, a mixture of anger and unbearable pain.

Despair seemed like a bottomless abyss, devouring her reason and hope.

Her emotions spiraled out of control, and she felt like she was walking on the edge of a burst dam, wishing it was all a dream, a nightmare from which she could never wake up.

*

Xia Yangyang found herself in the vast sea of ​​consciousness within the ring, curling up her small body in self-protection.

A fair hand rested on her shoulder.

"Destroy those weapons," the person in the ring said softly.

"..."

"That's the only way to solve all the problems."

Xia Yangyang lifted her head from her buried arms and looked at the face that was leaning down and gazing at her so tenderly.

Her ethereal hand gently wiped away her tears, and she smiled faintly.

"It's definitely not the end of the world, okay?"

She is like a warm haven.

Xia Yangyang's clear eyes were red and swollen, filled with a childlike helplessness and grievance: "Bai Ye is dead."

"Hmm...? You've already fallen for him?" The person suddenly smiled, narrowing their eyes like an elder.

This is a smile that could definitely be included in the Beijing Film Academy's teaching materials.

No one could see that the smile didn't reach his eyes, and that it was tinged with a hint of wariness and fear.

"I have no idea."

She didn't understand whether something existed or not, nor did she understand what liking someone meant.

All she knew was that he was dead, and she was so heartbroken that she felt like she was dying too.

"You can save him." The man continued to smile, his eyes bright, not like he was lying to her.

"……I?"

Xia Yangyang remembered what she had just said: destroy those weapons.

"In the Ruins of Time and Space, there is a necklace inlaid with green jewels. The necklace is called the 'Chain of Time.' If you get it, you can go back in time."

Xia Yangyang: "But... how am I supposed to find it?"

The man chuckled again: "Have you forgotten that compass that can find everything in your heart?"

"I remember!" A glimmer of light appeared in Xia Yangyang's eyes.

The Chain of Time... This interstellar space has such a magical thing, which can be called time reversal.

In this way, she can go back to before Shirane died and change the decision!

The man saw right through her thoughts and his expression turned slightly solemn: "What I want to tell you is that changing time still cannot change the ending. At the intersection of countless intersecting destinies, the ending will still be born."

"...What do you mean?"

"Please believe me, I have tried countless times to modify the timeline using the time chain, but it is useless. Every timeline will lead to the ending in your dream."

"..."

"Only by returning to the source of the timeline and severing the countless fragmented and massive branches of time... that is, by destroying everything that does not originate from this space, will everything return to normal."

"..."

"Only in this way can interstellar space return to the past, and the universe return to its original state."

Xia Yangyang was lost in thought, barely able to hear herself speak.

"What does it mean... the original state of the universe?"

In its original form, without those five weapons, the interstellar war would not have broken out, the Zerg Queen's egg would not have been lost, the original Zerg general would not have gone to Earth, and the weapon that forced him to split his mind would not have appeared...