Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The system exclaimed in astonishment: "[This is... that dagger that can cut through souls!!]"

He even got the Soul Blade?

How is this possible, at this speed... The faster they progress, the greater the resistance generated by the plane becomes.

But isn't the reverse also true? The greater the resistance, the closer they are to success.

The system rushed to the white "Xia Yangyang" who was sitting on the ground in the space. She was a little dazed, perhaps because she had been in the space ring for too long. She was staring blankly at the monitoring screen.

Fortunately, it acted quickly and pulled her out of the necklace before the Soul Blade could strike.

Otherwise, a half-soul cannot be sacrificed to the Time Necklace.

"How are you feeling?!"

"..."

"I brought the Time Necklace with me, so it shouldn't matter where I offer the sacrifice, right?" The system spread its hands, the dark green necklace still sparkling.

"..."

"I truly didn't expect the soul you spoke of to be you. Thank you for your dedication; not everyone has this kind of courage... But time waits for no one; we must hurry and merge. My master can't hold out much longer!"

"..."

The system knelt beside her, speaking rapidly, but the more urgent it became, the more silent the rescued woman became, standing there like an ice sculpture, utterly speechless.

Could someone be lost in thought during such an urgent situation?

The system was so anxious that its eyes were practically blazing with anger. It had no patience left for those polite words and wished it could grab "her" shoulders and shake "her" to its senses.

"What's so great about this crappy monitor?!"

The system followed her gaze.

It was discovered that she was not just looking at the surveillance screen.

To be precise, it was the invaders staring at the largest and most majestic command ship standing in the center of the sky.

The invader was clad in imposing, hard armor. His left hand, crafted from rare metal, accentuated his ruthless decisiveness. His cold, sharp face and bottomless black eyes lowered, showing an equal contempt for everything in the world.

He didn't even bother to look at how an ant had stolen his things.

His left hand, gripping the hilt of the knife, crossed his chest and stopped beside his right ear. He slightly raised his outstretched index finger, and when it fell again, the lazy fingertip pointed at the tiny figure on the ground.

Shells rained down like a storm.

The system cursed under its breath and scurried to the control panel: [Ding—"Golden Bell Shield" successfully purchased and used, costing 100 Pregnancy Points, duration 10 minutes.]

Even with mental strength for defense, how could its host's fancy moves possibly protect itself against the damage from absolute power?

That's the kind of being who can even kill the person they're trying to seduce!

When the interstellar overlord was lying in ambush in the middle of the lake, it was the first time that Xia Yangyang saw this enemy with whom she had fought for a lifetime in this world.

After such a long wait and having figured out the ins and outs of the plane's destruction, "she" thought that even if she hated it, she would rationally weigh the pros and cons and use the wisest tricks to win big with small resources.

But in reality, all she felt was anger.

That deep-seated hatred was like a compressed bomb with its pin pulled, an urgent, desperate rage—a willingness to risk everything, a demand for him to pay the ultimate price—that blasted her away, leaving her utterly devastated…

The other side of the system is too busy to leave.

Its master was very clever to survive the bombing, and took advantage of the smoke and sand that obscured its vision to decisively go against the flow.

The moment the interstellar overlord opened his eyes, which he had been narrowing to search for ants, a snow-white blade was already piercing his eyeballs.

He swiftly blocked with his metal left arm, the intense friction sparking between them. In that fleeting moment, the interstellar overlord caught a glimpse of the female's face beneath the wide cloak.

And the hatred that burst forth from those brown eyes that were not to be underestimated.

This hatred felt strangely familiar to him.

He searched his memory, but was certain he had never seen eyes so thoroughly soaked in hatred.

The interstellar overlord frowned slightly, drew his sword of power, and swiftly launched an attack.

Seeing that its host was forced to take a blow from the Sword of Power, the system's internal alarm bells rang: [Don't confront him head-on! The interaction between system items is ineffective!!]

In other words, if she dares to take the hit head-on, the damage from the Sword of Power will completely penetrate the "Golden Bell Shield" and strike her.

But given the current situation, there's simply no way to avoid it.

Her right arm was already injured from taking the blow of the Power Sword once; if she took another one, it would surely break off.

Even though it's just an arm, how could it possibly survive under such an overwhelming siege?

The mainframe was practically smoking from overload. In a split second, countless possible solutions for survival were devised. Finally, the communication interface with the target was opened, and the current interstellar coordinates were entered...

This will undoubtedly be a life-or-death battle.

In a dimension where the self-destruct program is activated, dragging the male protagonist to the most dangerous place will create the maximum entropy value, meaning that infinite possibilities will arise.

However, once the male protagonist dies, the plane immediately self-destructs and falls apart, and all previous efforts will be in vain.

But it really had no other choice.

The guy who could have been a soul sacrifice suddenly turned into a silent block of wood.

If it hesitates any longer, even if the male protagonist arrives, its host's corpse will have already been blown to bits.

It made up its mind.

However, just as the undo button was about to be pressed...

A crisp "click" sounded from the table to its left.

Its taut nerves jolted, and it turned its head to see the time necklace, radiating a bewitching dark green light, placed beside its hand by a snow-white hand.

The soul from her past life stood beside her. Her profile was as white as jade, and her waist was slender. She looked so fragile, but when it turned around, it found that this person had already carried so much on her shoulders.

Despite the overwhelming anger and hatred weighing on her, she only slightly parted her lips, and the words fell as lightly as feathers.

"It doesn't matter, I will save myself from this predicament a thousand times over."

The system thankfully thought she had finally come to her senses and was about to sacrifice herself to the Time Necklace.

But the next second, she vanished from the spot.

The system's eyes widened, its black pupils shrinking to a single point.

"don't want!!"

It reached out to grab her soul from her past life, but couldn't even touch her.

The time necklace remained on the table.

The system immediately turned to look at the monitoring screen, only to see that its host's body seemed to be controlled by another consciousness. With a flick of its wrist, the white sword, which could only withstand the power of the interstellar overlord's sword, slipped from its grasp the instant the blood-red blade struck.

The white sword was deflected, spun several times in the air, and then pierced the ground at an angle.

The interstellar overlord, his strength failing him, was taken aback, but then a smirk appeared on his lips.

Trying to hide?

He gripped the woman's slender shoulder with his left hand, pinning her to the spot, and with his other hand, he swung the sword with all his might, stabbing it into her heart.

It's no exaggeration to say that the power gathered in this sword strike was filled with the hatred of a severed wrist and the grudge of a stolen treasure.

Not to mention piercing through the heart of that small body in front of you, you could even pierce a mountain and tunnel through it.

The interstellar overlord's eyes gleamed with even greater pleasure. The person before him kept his head down and remained motionless, as if he were so afraid that his legs had gone weak and he could not move.

Just as he was about to lose control of his strength, he saw a contemptuous and mocking smile curl up at the corner of the female's mouth beneath the cloak.

That kind of laughter.

He had only seen it in two people.

One is the madman who destroyed Xuan Nan Star, and the other is the guy who vowed to defend the Zerg territory to the death.

Without a doubt, both of them left an indelible mark on his journey to the top.

She gently lifted her eyes.

The female before me has clearly never changed.

But those eyes seemed to pierce through a thousand years, a hundred years, staring straight at his most hidden psychological defenses.

She still showed hatred, but this hatred was deep and cold, incomparable to what he had seen before.

If there is anyone in this world who can rival the interstellar overlord, then Xia Yangyang, who created more than three thousand timelines, is undoubtedly the last one.

She knew all his methods, had witnessed his final trump card, and was fully aware of his despicable and ugly nature.

At that time, the interstellar overlord was her equal.

But now, having experienced so many time travels, Xia Yangyang is definitely the only one who can keep him in check between the interstellar overlord who has only met her for the first time.

The moment the interstellar overlord saw that smile, he sensed something was wrong.

This female is cunning and treacherous.

He had already seen it from the lake.

The blade that had just been knocked away wasn't stuck in the ground, but was held in place by an extremely resilient silk thread, the other end of which was tied to the sword he was holding.

The more power he charged up, the greater the rebound force her sword experienced.

As he swung his sword to its limit, the white sword on the ground suddenly rebounded, carrying an overwhelming force, and struck the interstellar overlord himself.

Caught off guard, the interstellar overlord was struck hard by the sword hilt and fell backward.

Xia Yangyang casually grasped the sword hilt, and the snow-white blade, "tailor-made" for him, pierced through the steel armor and cleanly sliced ​​across his neck, leaving a trail of blood.

The interstellar overlord clutched his neck and staggered back several steps, nearly falling off the central command platform.

A cold laugh rang out from the other side: "Hey, watch your step. How can you dominate the interstellar space if you can't even stand properly?"

The arrogance and haughtiness of the interstellar overlord vanished in an instant, replaced by a murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at the female before him.

"Who are you?"

The female opposite did not respond; the incoming sword intent was deadly in every strike.

To the astonishment of the interstellar overlord, this female did not need to withstand a single blow from his sword to find the weaknesses in all his attacks.

Two sword shadows, one white and one red, clashed and reflected each other, their fighting style devastating. Other small warships, let alone help, would be accidentally cut in half if they even got close.

"Who are you?"

"..."

Have I seen you before?

"..."

Why do you hate me so much?

"..."

One question after another arose in the Star Overlord's mind, but the female opposite him did not offer him a single answer.

He will never get an answer.

A deafening rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, and the system looked toward the eye of the thunderstorm, which was growing ever larger.

The system space was filled with sharp alarm sounds and flashing red lights.

It grabbed its hair and screamed hysterically in the space: [You're insane!! You're the one who really wants all our efforts to be in vain, aren't you?! Do you want to kill my master?! ...

[A plane cannot have two mission takers' souls; you're a bug in the system! Exposing yourself in another plane will result in your annihilation; you couldn't possibly not know that! The only way you can realize your full potential is to follow the prescribed path and do what you're meant to do! Heavenly lightning will strike you dead! It will strike all of you dead!!]

The system doesn't understand why she wouldn't sacrifice herself to the time necklace at the crucial moment.

Wasn't she waiting all this time for this moment?

The system glared angrily at her, at the arrogant yet calm profile on the screen.

Just as it was about to speak again, "Xia Yangyang" closed its eyes, abruptly stopping the words that were about to come out of its mouth.

"You can see me like this, but system, did I ever exist?"

The system choked: "..."

The system showed almost no emotion towards the "Xia Yangyang" in front of it. To it, the unlocked data was just a bunch of new data, and it could accept these facts naturally.

It clearly understood that the creature before it was neither its host nor the one destined to travel between dimensions in the future.

She's more like a bug.

The system's instinctive antivirus function even caused it to reject "her".

Xia Yangyang opened her lips, her brown eyes snapping open again, like two awls piercing the heart. Her determination to wield the sword was even stronger, and her killing intent was even more ferocious.

"When I was left with only a wisp of consciousness, barely clinging to life, hiding in my spatial ring, recalling my past life and failures, I began to think."

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and silver lightning flashed like dragons, making people's heads spin.

"What kind of being am I, really? Am I the reborn life, or am I the free will?"

The system's frantic obstruction and screams seemed insignificant under the oppressive force of the thunderous roar.

Her heart had never been more at peace and tranquil than it was at this moment.

The small enemy ships hovering around noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky and retreated.

The layer of lightning grew lower and thicker, like an inverted object hanging on the surface of the Pacific Ocean in the darkness, with towering waves crashing against the reefs.

This lightning is different from ordinary lightning.

It was a heavenly lightning strike sent down by the Heavenly Dao of the plane to obliterate the souls of those undertaking the mission.

"There are two of me in this world. Perhaps in ten minutes or half an hour, I will leave this world completely. I have been waiting for this moment all my life, not to become a victim to pay for the mistakes made by the Time and Space Administration."