Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

I died, and the mission failed.

I thought I would be utterly destroyed, but I wasn't.

In the void, I met two prosecutors from the Time and Space Administration.

They were dressed like modern people in the 21st century; one man in a plaid designer shirt was tall and thin, while the other man in a white T-shirt and black shorts was short and fat.

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused this world?" The short, fat man's face trembled.

"I understand," I said, closing my eyes. "Do with me as you please."

"You want to die?! You dare to die?!"

"...?"

"You've created so many timelines, and you're just going to die?! You expect us to clean up your mess?! How can you be so delusional?! Don't you have any sense of public morality or responsibility?!"

That fatso's spittle was practically spraying onto my face.

I opened my eyes in confusion, my face covered in tears: "Then what do you want me to do?"

I really didn't understand what the fat guy meant.

Is it possible for me to live?

"How many timelines have you created in total?" the fat man asked.

"3060," I replied.

"Then you and the system, back to back, hand in hand, do the bunny hop naked! Do it around the Earth's equator 3060 times!!"

I was stunned. My hands were still handcuffed, and I wondered if I had misheard.

"What is this..." I had just opened my mouth when the system let out a loud wail that shattered the top of my head.

"No!!!!!"

A small, white figure darted past me like the wind.

I saw a chubby little baby wearing a bib, crying while clinging to a fat man's leg. The baby wasn't even as tall as the man's knee.

so cute.

What a lovely little baby.

They'd surely soften if such a cute doll cried.

Just as I was about to express this sentiment in my heart, the little baby pointed his index finger at me.

With his body temperature of thirty-seven degrees Celsius, he spoke words below zero degrees Celsius—

"What does her mess have to do with me, Your Honor?!"

My tears suddenly stopped.

"Hmph!" The fat man kicked the system away.

"None of your business? You've caused the system store to lose fifty million over such a long period! Who's going to fill this hole? Me?! We're not destroying you because you're a minor and won't face criminal charges!!"

The system cried and crawled back, this time clinging to the tall, thin man's legs; its little bottom could even sit on the man's leather shoes.

"Prosecutors, please be clear! Waaaaah, it wasn't my choice to lend her... no, I mean, to her! Didn't I give her advice? Not only did she ignore me, she even threatened that we were in cahoots!!"

I:"……"

System: "Waaaaah, what can I do? I'm just a general in the field, and I can't always obey orders from the emperor!!"

I stood up, my face tense, and walked over to the tall, thin man, tearing the system off his leg.

It dragged itself along the ground as it walked outside.

The system's cries grew even louder: "What are you doing? Murdering a minor system! Prosecutors, look! I really had no choice!"

"Shut up!" I suddenly yelled, which actually startled the system.

His eyes were as red as two black grapes as he stared at me.

"It's just dancing, right? I'll dance with you," I said, wiping away my tears as I looked at the two prosecutors not far away.

They were whispering to each other.

I asked them, "After I finish this task, can I move on to the next one?"

The tall, thin prosecutor's inorganic eyes turned to me: "Okay."

After all, I've vanished into thin air, and there's really no one left to repay the 50 million system mall loan.

The government is even less willing to pay out of its own pocket to cover the costs.

The system was stunned for three seconds, then burst into a heart-wrenching wail: "Who wants to dance with you?!!!!"

He broke free from my grasp, quickly crawled to the fat man's legs, and hugged his thigh.

"I don't want to, I ... waaaaaah!"

"Prosecutor, please just destroy me! I beg you, such a humiliating punishment... I... I... I'd rather die! Waaaaah..."

I'm waiting for the fat man to kick the system away again.

But the truth is no.

The fat man stroked his chin, his gaze fixed on me with a shrewd calculation.

"You two, one doesn't want punishment, and the other doesn't want to be wiped out, tsk, how greedy... Actually, there is a way to atone for your crimes..."

It's actually quite interesting.

When I owed the system store 5,000, they threatened me with death.

But when I owed the system store 50 million, they actually tried every means to keep me alive.

*

The system and I were led into a sealed metal space.

Directly in front of me was an electronic screen displaying a timeline that I had made intricate and dazzling.

In the center of the space is a raised metal platform with a huge emerald button on it.

"Press it, and you'll have a chance to start over. We've learned our lesson; if you activate more than three timelines, I'll immediately eliminate you," the tall, thin man said.

"To prevent data corruption, I will seal your and the system's memories of this life."

I looked at him, my brow furrowed, and was about to speak when he added, "Of course, I will also set reasonable conditions for lifting the lockdown. You'll know the specifics when you're really willing to go back."

I nodded.

But I know that nothing comes for free.

I asked, "Why were you given this opportunity?"

"Hahahaha." The short, fat man next to him suddenly burst into laughter. He squeezed in front of the tall, thin man. "Didn't you say that the reason you didn't destroy the space weapons was because you'd been traveling too far and for too long? So, if you could start over, would you be willing to destroy them?"

I felt like I'd been hit hard on the head with a hammer.

"No." My slightly trembling voice revealed my lack of confidence.

To be precise, it's a lack of confidence in my future self.

The fat man stared at me: "No, you will, and you'll be eagerly urging your future self to destroy them."

"..." I don't understand why this fat man said that.

I couldn't understand the deeper meaning in his eyes either.

The short, stout man leaned his heavy frame against the high platform and said, "Isn't all you want to know is the end of this world?"

"To tell you the truth, those five cosmic weapons were accidentally dropped into this dimension by us. Because they caused too much disruption, they triggered the dimension's self-destruct system long ago."

"What do you mean...?"

"What I mean is, based on data calculations, even if you don't die today, the nine hundred million timelines leading to your ending will all converge on one ending, which is—"

The male protagonist will be eliminated, and the entire plane will be destroyed.

He solemnly tapped his bent index finger eight times on the metal tabletop.

Type each of these eight characters once.

I suddenly lost my footing and had to hold onto the platform with both hands.

As he knocked, I lowered my head, shrouded in gloom.

"I've been unable to save them, and it's not my fault..." I murmured.

"Hahaha, how could it possibly be your problem? You think too highly of yourself!"

Unexpectedly, it happened in a different dimension.

These six words, so light and subtle, have rendered all the suffering I have endured insignificant.

I abruptly raised my face: "Then why did you send me on a mission to a world on the verge of destruction?!"

"..."

"Why is it that now that I've failed, everyone's blaming me for everything?!"

Isn't the birth system supposed to make the world a better place?

If all planes initiate self-destruction.

How can things get better?

No wonder every child I've conceived has been so fragile; the impending destruction of this plane simply won't allow me to bring this successor into the world.

How did I incur the 50 million debt in the system store? Wasn't it incurred during my repeated pregnancies? How can you blame me for this?

The short, stout man's smile faded, and the two prosecutors exchanged a glance.

It seems to involve some unspeakable secret, and the past has been deliberately covered up.

"Haven't we reminded you time and time again? Only destroying the cosmic weapons can change everything, but you won't listen!" The short, fat man said innocently, spreading his hands.

"..."

"In the mission dimension, it is a major taboo for the host to have emotions."

"..."

"Oh, so you've fallen for it and insist on diving headfirst into it. Isn't it normal to bump your head and hurt yourself in the process?"

"..."

I shook my head angrily, tears streaming down my face: "No... this is clearly your mistake, and instead of making amends, you blame me for not paying for it!"

"Tsk, are you going to restart or not?"

The fat man grew impatient and made a move to leave: "If it weren't for us, would you even have the chance to shout like this? You're ungrateful for our kindness. Trouble, let's just eliminate you—"

"Reboot." I bit my gums so hard they bled.

I raised my hand, hovering above the button, ready to slap it down, but the tall, thin man who had been silent all along suddenly stopped me.

"Young mission taker, I must remind you." He grabbed my wrist.

"Often, the most tempting choice is not the opportunity given to you by God, but the test given to you by the devil."

"Are you sure you want to start over?"

Are you sure?

Without memories of your past life, are you sure you won't walk the exact same path if you were given another chance?

*

My life has frozen.

From the moment I first saw Shirayuki die in front of me, I will never be able to shake off that chilling feeling.

This button is supposed to restart the task, but for me, it's actually asking if I can let go of the past.

I stared at the dark green button.

The light it emitted was like a huge, clearer necklace of time.

Like the emeralds set in it.

If you have the chance to tell this truth to your future self.

If you, Lu Feng, Bai Ye, and Ling could all be given another chance to avoid such disgusting and baseless annihilation that wasn't caused by your own actions...

Just press it and you can start over.

Are you sure you want to press it?

I lean my upper body forward, so my arms don't need to use much strength.

The green button was pressed down—

I'm sure.