Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The white light was mixed with a dazzling gold.

One blow after another struck her arched back.

Xia Yangyang's pursed lips drooped, twitching slightly as she suppressed her pain, which made her eyes appear unusually bright.

The interstellar overlord, his armor tattered and worn, suddenly let out a cold sneer, found her weakness, and plunged his sword into her left waist.

"Puff——" There was a sound of skin and flesh being broken.

A blood-red blade, enveloped in heat, emerged from behind her body.

The interstellar overlord was a massive figure, his tattered cloak billowing in the wind. Blood from his wounds covered almost his entire body; war and slaughter had long since destroyed his gentle heart, turning him into a demon.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, his expression unchanged, as if it were all a boring game: "I'll show you who the real winner is."

"..."

"It is me, I am the eternal victor."

He pulled the sword out halfway and then stabbed it in a little deeper, slowly twisting the hand holding the hilt, causing the female in front of him to bend her waist even lower in pain.

"You are not the first person to stop me, and you certainly won't be the last."

"This intergalactic world has too many foolish inhabitants like you, short-sighted, succumbing to the illusion of fleeting peace, and failing to grasp the crucial significance of unifying the intergalactic world for the course of history."

"But it doesn't matter, because I will cut down any fools who stand in my way of achieving true interstellar peace, again and again."

This farce should end.

He tried to draw his sword from the fighting, but his wrist stiffened, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't draw it no matter what.

Fine, dense, transparent threads, like a spider web or a tidal wave, tightly bound his arm and the sword of power, layer upon layer, binding them to the fatal wound that had pierced her.

"Is that so? Since you're so great and care so much about peace, why don't you let me sit in that ruler's seat for a while?"

The interstellar overlord suddenly stopped, a fierce light bursting from its black eyes, shooting straight at the female before it.

Xia Yangyang supported herself on her knees and stood up unsteadily.

The hurricane blew her clothes and hat off completely, her face was deathly pale, and only the blood overflowing from her lips stained her lips into a bewitching red rose.

The interstellar overlord looked up in surprise and saw her raised right hand, the snow-white longsword pointing straight at the center of the thunderstorm's eye.

His expression was strange: "You think I'm afraid of mere lightning?"

If he were afraid of lightning, he wouldn't be standing here.

"How can ordinary lightning suffice to entertain such a renowned interstellar overlord?"

The interstellar overlord narrowed his eyes: "..."

"So, this is the lightning I attracted by risking my life, lightning specifically designed to obliterate my existence. I'm sharing half of it with you."

"Who do you think you are?"

The female before me chuckled, her nonchalant composure carrying an ironic weight.

Everything in the world seemed to freeze for a second, becoming extremely quiet, as if the two of them had been placed in a pure white space.

Her playful laughter turned into slow motion: "Goodbye."

"..."

"Never again."

Lightning struck in torrents.

"boom--!!!"

Like a roaring golden dragon, it coiled down along the white sword, its white light illuminating the land of the Ruins of Time.

Xia Yangyang held firmly down the iron fist of the interstellar overlord as he attempted to escape.

They both writhed and screamed in agony.

He saw that face clearly now.

He had never seen this face before, and he was absolutely certain of that fact.

Even as he was reduced to ashes, he still couldn't understand why he had died, or who this person was.

*

The system sat listlessly in the corner of the space.

The intense white light reflected from the screen stretched its shadow long and thin.

Its hands rested on its bent legs, its wrists dangling, and a dark green time necklace hung from its short fingers.

ended.

everything is over.

It couldn't understand why "she" had bound herself to it to begin the dimensional mission in order to live, and why a soul that so desperately wanted to live would choose such an irrational approach once again.

Her behavior was so incredibly foolish, just as the records from her previous life described her as paranoid and absurd.

Perhaps this is the difference between it and humans.

Even if you gave a mission participant with terminal madness ten thousand or a million chances, she would never be able to seize them.

And it, because of "her" obstinacy, will be punished in some unknown way.

The white light on the screen gradually dimmed.

Most of the machines in the space were broken, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt wires.

It stood up numbly, picked up the broom beside it, and began to tidy up the mess in the space.

If it can survive the torture and death of the fat and thin inspectors, it will never do this kind of interdimensional mission again.

It would rather stay in the management office, like those smart home service robots, drawing the curtains, sweeping the floor, and singing songs for its master.

"Zzzzz..."

The screen's power cord sparked twice, then went out, followed by a "beep" sound indicating it was powered on, and then lit up.

The system looked up at the screen.

The moment he saw the scene clearly, his eyes widened uncontrollably.

The broom he was holding fell to the ground.

*

"I won't stop you from doing whatever you want."

"..."

I respect all your decisions.

"..."

The world was as still as a deep winter day after a heavy snowfall, utterly silent.

Two figures, one large and one small, overlapped each other, resembling a sculpture.

His tall frame almost completely enveloped the female in his arms; his broad hands held hers, and she held the hilt of a sword in her palm.

This protective stance, like that of a chick, allowed him to withstand almost all lightning strikes.

"But please don't hesitate to give me orders. Like you, I hope for peace in this interstellar space, even if it means giving my life."

The voice emanating from the top of his head was deep and hoarse, giving people a strange sense of calm.

Xia Yangyang's ears were ringing from the thunder, and she stared blankly ahead. When the voice from her memory rang out, it seemed to come from a distant dream.

But her body was being embraced by such a hard and hot embrace.

The increasingly tighter embrace gradually brought her back to consciousness, allowing her to recall everything that had just happened with crystal clarity.

The moment the lightning struck.

Her mind was filled with the clamor of "To hell with the mission, to hell with the Time and Space Administration, to hell with rationality!" She had to kill this bastard with her own hands to avenge herself in her previous life and the male protagonist who had died countless times.

She knew how heinous this was, but she felt incredibly happy, even if she were struck by lightning and her soul was scattered to the winds.

She was determined to die, determined to drag the interstellar overlord down to hell.

She had had enough of the endless darkness and loneliness inside the spatial ring.

I've had enough of my own burning desire to live, yet I'm forced to feign a calm and sublime existence as a sacrifice.

I'm fed up with putting the greater good first and watching helplessly as the people I love once again walk into their predetermined fate.

I'm even more fed up with the so-called laws of Heaven's correction!

Can't she just be willful this once?

She wanted to show this Heavenly Dao that to hell with its laws! If she had a dick, she'd fuck these law enforcers who arbitrarily use mission takers as scapegoats!

She'd rather die than let this pot of water remain muddy!

In the midst of extreme pain, tormented both internally and externally, she felt another person slowly encircling her from behind. He took her hand, steadied her sword, and helped her direct her anger and resentment towards the thunder...

The system almost forgot, yes, if there is a type of person in the plane who is naturally immune to the lightning that obliterates souls, then that is the chosen one, the target of the mission.

Heaven will not destroy the children it creates, just as even a tiger is merciful enough not to eat its own cubs.

This is why, even if the plane's self-destruction program is activated, the male protagonists must still face their predetermined death to end the story, rather than being simply and cleanly wiped out.

"Clang—"

Xia Yangyang loosened her fingers, and the white blade fell onto the black ash on the ground.

White breaths came out of her mouth, her eyes were red, and her facial muscles trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Feng's lips, tinged with the taste of blood, pressed against her earlobe, each word he uttered piercing her heart.

"Therefore, you shouldn't have left without saying goodbye under any circumstances, right?"

"I...cannot say goodbye."

Lu Feng's satisfied laughter rang out, but it was terrifyingly weak: "So I found you."