Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Gray Tank Star.

A girl in a red dress sat on a boulder, her legs encased in white cotton lace stockings, swinging her feet idly.

She had beautiful curly hair that flowed like a golden wave when she ran, and at that moment, she was holding a purple earring between her fingers.

She placed it in front of her.

The earring, with its convex center and flat edges, acts like a lens, magnifying the girl's blinking eyes.

Through the purple of the earring, red will turn black.

A jet-black longsword was pulled from the chest of the Grey Tan Star Monarch, its flesh, tendons, and internal organs still attached, splattering with black fluid.

The entire planet Graytan was black, except for the giant rock she was sitting on, which was a clean grayish-purple.

The burly swordsman walked towards her.

He held a bright purple earring in his hand, another symmetrical earring that he had taken from the monarch of Graytan.

Doria jumped off the rock.

The earring in her hand was carelessly tossed on the ground.

She ran to her father, but instead of throwing herself into his arms, she used her small body to carry the sword in his hand.

But with her strength, she not only couldn't support the sword, she wasn't even as tall as it; to her, the sword was like a leaning tower as tall as her.

The interstellar overlord dragged his sword, with Dorya following behind like a sword tassel.

He picked up the earring from the ground, blew off the sand, and sat on the only clean stone.

The earring's inner core is a deep purple, while its edges are dazzling. As the flames of war shone through, it reflected countless colors in an instant.

"Doria, look how beautiful and mysterious the purple glow is!"

"..."

"These things are destined to be created for the rulers, and exist to maintain interstellar order for the rulers."

"..."

"There are always some guys who are dissatisfied and stand on the moral high ground to clamor that they want to defeat me in order to maintain interstellar peace, but what happens after they defeat me?"

After defeating me, the righteous one who defeated me becomes the new ruler. But isn't becoming a ruler exactly the same as what I did? To maintain rule, power and strength must still be concentrated. The path to the concentration of power is long and arduous; some rise above the masses, while others become dust beneath their feet. In this process, war and oppression are inevitable.

Then some righteous people said that they would not centralize power, but would establish a republican interplanet.

Hahaha, that's even more of a laughable and absurd statement.

Without sufficiently developed productive forces, without absolute checks and balances, and without lofty ideological awareness, their republic is like a utopia, existing only in words. Who can guarantee that beneath those impeccably dressed suits and uniforms aren't drooling fangs? Isn't it just a new trap of authoritarianism?

"Interstellar space is inherently rife with aggression, both deep and shallow; cosmic weapons merely amplify this conflict. Can't those champions of justice see this? The struggles fueled by cosmic weapons have destroyed countless planets and caused immense bloodshed. Only when all these things are in one person's hands—yes, in mine—can this bloodshed and disaster come to an end. Only then can true peace and order arrive. For that eternal peace, what are these few tears of blood shed now?"

"I was originally the ruler of Xuan Nan Star. I have witnessed the power of this weapon firsthand. At that time, I made a cowardly decision to abandon the planet in order to protect my family. I regret that decision for the rest of my life. I vowed to tame these weapons, and I am willing to pay any price for it."

"Doria, you know how nasty people in the interstellar world are to your father, but as long as you believe I am acting for justice, then I don't need to argue with anyone else."

Using the sharp needles on the back of the earrings, he pierced the soft flesh of his earlobes and put one on each ear.

The blood flowed down and dried on the element earring.

The pervasive smell of sulfur and nitric acid in the air was unbearable.

Doria remained expressionless.

Her shiny, round-toed leather shoes sank into the mud and blood. She took out a neatly folded silk handkerchief from her small cashmere bag and, in a gentle way, wiped away the bits of flesh from the blade, just as she would wipe the sweat of a hardworking mother.

She closed her eyes and kissed the sword, just as she would kiss her mother's cheek.

Suddenly, Doria felt a pang of fear, and her small body shrunk.

An open interstellar map flashed through her mind. She seized upon a point where a green light shone brightly, and countless scenes flashed before her eyes as if tracing back to their origins.

Doria opened her eyes and whispered "Father," waking the interstellar overlord from his self-debate. He looked at Doria.

A simple gaze becomes increasingly meaningful as time goes by.

"Doria, how many more surprises are you going to give your father today?" The interstellar overlord chuckled deeply, two eerie ghostly flames reflected in his dark eyes. "Where is it?"

Doria turned her head and pointed to the distant south.

The saying "a mother and daughter are of one heart" is true.

Since his beloved wife's soul was forever buried in the Sword of Power, his daughter Doriya has gained some of the ability to sense cosmic weapons. How can this not be considered the Creator God's recognition of him?

The interstellar overlord rose from the rock, raised his sword in one arm into the air, and a crimson light filled the sky.

Thousands of troops immediately converged, their momentum overwhelming, dust flying everywhere.

"Autumn is truly a season of harvest."

*

System: [Master, location information has been detected being transmitted from the spaceship. Should we intercept it?]

Xia Yangyang: [Intercepted.]

"Actually, you can say goodbye to him and leave no regrets," came the comforting voice from the spatial ring.

"It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering." Xia Yangyang turned over, buried her face in the soft pillow in the corner, her voice hoarse, "If it's really goodbye, how can I leave?"

How could someone as shrewd as Lu Feng not be able to tell how much of her words were true and how much were false?

If you want to leave then, you'll probably have to go through five checkpoints and defeat six generals like Guan Yu.

The soul hidden in the ring vanished without a trace.

"Your Majesty, if we fly any further, we will cross the interstellar boundary of Nidara." The pilot looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

"Keep moving forward."

"Yes."

The roar of the airship's engines was blocked outside the glass by noise reduction devices.

System: [Tsk, Master, why is this driver always trying to snitch?]

Xia Yangyang: [Wasn't it intercepted?]

System: [I'll forward this to you.]

A blue display screen appeared before Xia Yangyang's eyes, displaying lines of Zerg script. Amazingly, she could understand these characters ever since she regained her memories of her two lifetimes.

[General, it seems Her Majesty the Empress is going to another planet.]

[This airship is not a combat vessel, and its ammunition cannot guarantee the Empress's safety during her travels. We earnestly request that the Admiral provide timely escort for Her Majesty.]

[General, I hope you receive a reply.]

[General...?]

[General, please reply to me!!! I'm so scared—]

The character "怕" was not finished being typed.

A hand landed on his shoulder, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, but enough to startle the driver so much that he jerked off his seat.

"You've been sailing for so long, pilot, you must be tired?" A sweet, gentle voice sounded from behind, sending chills down the pilot's spine.

"!!!"

"Go take a nap."

Good heavens, this tune sounds just like Admiral Shirano's.

Despite his guilty conscience, his excellent driving skills allowed him to quickly turn off the communication screen and pretend everything was normal.

His tone was firm and confident: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, we have undergone rigorous training, and no matter how tired we are, we will never experience any problems during flight..."

The driver's eyes rolled back, and his body slumped limply in the driver's seat like rotten mud.

Xia Yangyang beckoned with her finger, and two transparent threads were pulled out from the back of the driver's head and disappeared into her palm.

She moved the unconscious driver to the back seat and then sat in his place.

The universe was pitch black, and the compass was placed in the upper left corner.

The person inside the spatial ring said, "I'll pilot it. Although this type of spaceship is old, all spaceships are pretty much the same to operate."

"No need." Xia Yangyang's fingers moved nimbly across the throttle lever. "You forgot, I've regained my memories."

As fragments of meteorite hurtled towards them, Xia Yangyang tilted the ship's wing to the left without hesitation, and the ship pierced through the large mass of meteorite like an arrow.

She glanced at the compass readings, then returned to her planned flight path and continued flying smoothly.

The voice inside the ring chuckled: "Yes."

The long driving process was tedious and boring, so Xia Yangyang used her mental energy threads to control the direction.

Bored, she stroked the lustrous yellow sapphire ring on her left hand. Suddenly, her fingertips paused as she thought of something.

"When I'm with them..." Xia Yangyang suddenly asked "her," the words circling in her mouth before she uttered them in a more refined tone, "You won't be watching the whole process of me unlocking the data?"

"……No."

"Why are your ears red if you're not the one with the problem?!"

"That's not something I can decide."

"Hey, you, you, can you close your eyes?"

"I can close my eyes, but I can't close my mind."

"At least you can cover your ears, right?"

"Your voices are too loud, there's no way to cover them up."

"..."

Xia Yangyang slumped on the dashboard, rubbing her head vigorously with both hands.

She always felt that having two souls was like having two brains to complete a task, so that no matter what happened, they could take care of each other.

But now we seem to be facing an ethical dilemma. For example, should she share half of the food with her when they have sex? Would a child born this way have two mothers? Who would be the first mother and who would be the second? Would this be considered a reverse harem?

The threads of spiritual energy grew haphazardly all over the ground, like the vines on Slow Sheep's head.

Unbeknownst to her, inside the spatial ring, her past life's soul was both smiling and shaking its head at her.

Although I regained my memories of both lifetimes, it was still different from experiencing them firsthand.

She was still too young, which is why she naturally felt that "she" would always be by her side.

Fortunately, she is still young.

No matter what happens, we have inexhaustible strength and abundant energy, and we will continue to move forward with the lessons and experiences of the past.

After a long while, the smile on Xia Yangyang's lips faded and disappeared: "I won't argue with you about who will be the mother of the child. You are the one who will take on this mission in this life. I only ask one thing of you."

"What?" Xia Yangyang looked over resentfully from the weeds.

"To accompany the children as they grow up."

Xia Yangyang's mind cleared instantly: "I—"

"I owed the system 50 million to get pregnant with her."

"..."

"In the end, I couldn't give birth to her. I just wanted to see just how delicate this little one would be." She said, her smile hiding tears at the end.