Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The dark, heavy clouds gradually spun, forming a spiral eye of the thunderstorm, within which countless electric snakes writhed.

From a distance, the sky and earth appear as if two enormous eyes are staring at each other, one black and one red.

The interstellar overlord walked towards the center of the lake.

The blood-stained armor clanged with each step, and a gust of wind whipped up waves of blood that splattered on either side.

He reached out to the green necklace.

His trembling fingertips betrayed his suppressed excitement.

Under the influence of his palm, the necklace emitted an intensely green glow that was impossible to look directly at.

As the light slowly coalesced, the necklace descended.

He couldn't stop laughing, his deep laughter enveloped in the thunder. The moment his fingers gripped the necklace, the gravitational curse of the lake vanished.

But at this very moment—

The interstellar overlord felt a stinging pain all over his body.

He glanced down from the corner of his eye.

They discovered that their face, arms, and neck were being held by blade-like transparent threads, and that if they moved too much, they would be cut into pieces.

Not only the center of the lake, but the entire shore and surface surrounding the lake were trapped in a web-like web.

Suddenly, cries of agony filled the air, and everyone was paralyzed.

He was ambushed.

But it wasn't there when he first came here.

At the same time, a silver-white longsword came straight at his face. He gripped the time necklace he had just acquired with one hand, and with the other hand, disregarding the power of the threads, he drew his sword to prepare to meet the attack.

But just as he drew his sword from its sheath—

"Father!!"

Doria screamed.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, instantly illuminating the entire horizon and turning the earth into daylight.

He could see, through the reflection of the blade, that a female draped in a brown cloak was raising a sword and thrusting it toward Dorya’s face.

Little Doria's terrified, pale face was reflected so clearly.

"Clang! Ring!!"

"Ugh..."

The first sound was the sharp, rapid collision of two swords clashing.

The white sword melted into threads and disappeared into the female's palm, while the sword of power was deflected and pierced the ground in the distance.

She turned and ran away.

But when the wind blew up her wide robes, a large patch of blood seeped from her snow-white arm that held the sword.

The second sound came from the center of the lake, a painful groan from the interstellar overlord.

He clutched his severed left wrist tightly in his right hand, blood gushing from the smooth cut surface, while the green necklace clutched in his severed hand, which had rolled into the lake, had vanished.

"Damn it..." The interstellar overlord stared intently at the receding dot, chewing his back teeth.

He twisted his rock-solid armor, and the silk threads binding him snapped with a sound like tearing silk.

He walked back to the shore, pulled out the longsword from the ground with his left hand, and easily cut the silk threads.

When the sword was swung in a circle and slashed down again, the sword of power flashed with crimson light, the earth trembled, a deep trench was cleaved open in the ground, and the low mountain in the distance collapsed.

All the followers lay sprawled on the ground, but dared not utter a sound.

"Father, your hand." A weak voice rang out.

The interstellar overlord looked down.

Doria was panting, her face pale, and she held in her hands a huge, white, rotten hand that had been soaked in the lake water.

The interstellar overlord's expression remained unreadable. If it weren't for saving his youngest daughter, he wouldn't have lost the time necklace that was within his grasp, nor would he have lost this hand.

He thrust his longsword back into the ground and raised his left hand high.

But using Doria to distract him was precisely that cunning female's intention...

His hand fell heavily.

But he was stroking the top of his youngest daughter's head.

He lifted Doria with one arm, kissed her cold little face, and handed her to the trusted general beside him.

"Take Duoduo back to the base, and also prepare to equip me with an arm forged by a mechanic."

"Führer!! The cosmic weapons haven't arrived yet—!"

The interstellar overlord raised his arm, and the elder immediately fell silent.

The throbbing veins on the head of state's forehead meant that he was not at all as calm as he appeared.

A very thin black dog with a wagging tail was led out. The interstellar overlord picked up a piece of thread that had not completely melted on the ground and held it in front of the dog's nose for it to sniff.

The black dog's wet nose twitched, and it suddenly raised its head, barking wildly as it ran off in a precise direction.

The interstellar overlord stood up, brushing away non-existent dust from his cloak, his demeanor dignified and elegant.

"Everyone, go after them."

*

As gravel rolled down beside her feet, Xia Yangyang jerked her forward-leaning body back to avoid falling into the sudden crack in the ground.

But her spaceship wasn't so lucky.

Not only was it broken in two, but it was also constantly emitting thick smoke.

The interstellar overlord could catch up at any time.

"Looks like this is the only place we can stay."

Xia Yangyang had long been mentally prepared, but when the moment of farewell truly arrived—

"Where's the soul of the person you're talking about? It's time to bring it out." Xia Yangyang took a deep breath and tossed this thorny issue back to her past life.

She opened her palm.

The dark green necklace lying inside was stained with blood.

Eerie and alluring.

Like a rose blooming amidst the thorns of a Western cemetery.

The past of this world unfolds before my eyes like a revolving lantern, finally coming to an abrupt end with that blood-red sky.

Along with this came a fine, persistent pain in my chest.

"It's already right in front of you."

A nonsensical sentence popped out from the ring, seemingly from a past life.

"What, right in front of me?" Xia Yangyang scanned the desert. "The soul you're talking about? I don't see it—"

The atmosphere around her was quiet.

A strange light appeared in the eyes of "Xia Yangyang" inside the ring, filled with a glimmer of parting, like soft silver melting.

The moment Xia Yangyang met those eyes, a shiver ran down her spine to her scalp.

In every story, there is always a type of person who appears throughout, neither hindering the protagonist nor acting like an important character. This appearance leads people to misunderstand, thinking that they can be lucky enough to become an insignificant character.

My beloved, my dearest love.

How could she forget that the last words she heard before she died in her past life were—

[The one you truly love is yourself.]

Spacetime is distorted in the Ruins of Time.

In the afterglow of sunset again and again.

Xia Yangyang stood with her back to the lake, her dark clothes and hat that shielded her from the wind and sand fluttering in the wind, but they could not hide the trembling in her heart.

"In our country's tradition, those who arrive first are often expected to take on more risks and responsibilities."

Therefore, she has always been walking on the path that "she" had laid out in advance.

From being lured into the Zerg's dream, to the time necklace, to uncovering the mystery of her past life, even her own demise was part of the final ending.

She wouldn't allow any of the three, including Lu Feng, to become victims of this time necklace.

She waited until today, and personally removed the thorn that had been planted in her back then.

Xia Yangyang's chin felt like it was being held down by an iron bar, unable to open, and she managed to squeeze out a single word.

"you……"

But he was interrupted by the voice from his past life.

"There's no need for formalities between us."

Every word she spoke was calm and composed, slowly emanating from her spatial ring without hesitation or lingering. Xia Yangyang saw a pure and innocent soul standing before her.

At this moment, Xia Yangyang was completely unable to connect her past life with this life.

Their fingertips touched.

How can this be considered one person? This is clearly two people.

Her soul began to dissolve.

Next, if things go smoothly, the world will be unusually quiet and empty.

Apart from her memories and the data in the system, there will never be any trace of "her" existence in this world again.

This is the best possible outcome.

pity.

If everything truly goes smoothly, then the correction of the Heavenly Dao will be meaningless.

"Before stealing your love, didn't you even plan your escape route?"

A spinning silver blade flew past at lightning speed, grazing the dark green necklace and the girl's slender, white neck, severing half of her white soul at the root.

"You should say your last words."

The voice that descended from the sky, tinged with sneer, was like the striking of a giant bell, each sound booming like a thunderclap.

Xia Yangyang's pupils shrank, and she turned around to dodge dozens of attacks in succession. When she looked back at the original spot, the sunlight shining on the ground was slowly swallowed by a huge shadow.

A fierce wind blew, and yellow sand filled the sky.

She looked up at the sky and saw countless massive metal warships swarming in.

The silver dagger swirled into a steel hand that also gleamed with a metallic sheen.

That's a newbie to the interstellar overlord.