Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Nidara Star.

A meteorite fell from the sky and turned the town of Alton into ruins.

As the saying goes, man-made disasters can be prevented, but natural disasters are unavoidable. The central government attaches great importance to the rescue and relief efforts for this disaster and has stated that it will closely monitor the post-disaster recovery and support work.

General Arthur Hartman, a senior commander of the Military Commission, the only SSS-level mental power holder in the interstellar space, and the first candidate for the future Empress's partner, was also involved.

*

A soldier of the Insectoid raced along, panting heavily.

Dirt mixed with sweat trickled down his forehead, and the red-hot firelight scorched the skin on his back until it was shiny black and crackled.

We passed by several shops with collapsed windows and the town government building that had been razed to the ground.

Further away is the Church of Apollo, most of which has collapsed, but the spire of the roof still points to the sky amidst the rising sparks.

That was the epicenter of the meteorite impact, and the raging fire, which could not be completely extinguished, put the long-neglected church at risk of collapsing at any moment.

As he approached, the soldier's breathing became labored, and his steps involuntarily slowed.

His eyes, like two burning embers, were fixed on a figure standing in the center of the crater.

Upright back, broad shoulders and narrow hips.

The well-tailored military uniform he wore gave him an aura that was hard to ignore.

In the Zerg race, the scarcity of females leads to fierce competition for mates among males, who will stop at nothing to win a female's heart.

They would belittle and belittle males who were slightly stronger than them.

Males who are much stronger than them can be harsh and critical.

It can be said that they have no tolerance for males except for females.

But among the entire tribe, there was only one male who was the exception to everything. His bravery made even the most sarcastic males admire, praise, and look up to him.

And that legendary male was right next to him.

The military insect couldn't help but tense up. Even the moment the meteorite struck couldn't make him this nervous. To maintain his composure, he deliberately suppressed his heavy, rapid breathing.

The man lowered his head, then suddenly squatted down, holding a tiny, glowing yellow object in his leather gloves. He stared at it intently, his profile as handsome as if carved by a knife.

Jun Chong's heart pounded, his back ramrod straight. He jogged over, and as he stopped, his muddy black military boots pounded the ground like hammers. At the same time, he raised his right arm to his eyebrows in a perfect military salute.

"Reporting, General! All sixteen main streets in Alton have been searched! A total of 116 injured people have been rescued!"

His voice was deep and powerful, full of youthful fighting spirit and vitality.

The man glanced at me sideways, his phoenix eyes like sharp swords, cutting through the complex and intricate facade.

The army insect felt as if its breath had been choked in an instant.

He watched as the man in front of him held the yellow stone in his palm, stood up from the ground, and his tall figure blocked half of his view.

The man raised his right hand to eyebrow level, then lowered it, his dark eyes unfathomable and devoid of emotion.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Check again to ensure that all survivors are rescued, and that no one is left behind."

His deep voice was as flat as a blank white.

The soldier looked up at the person before him, his lower back tensing, his face flushed: "Yes!!"

He left in high spirits.

Arthur was left alone in the church once again.

All around were the sounds of wooden beams being broken by flames.

He opened his palm and looked at the instigator of this town's tragedy—the shimmering yellow ring.

Although it was unimaginable, he had to admit that it was this small ring, small enough to be held in one hand, that had created the deep pit and destroyed the town.

It is radiating a soft, warm light, but it is by no means a kind light.

"It's me, Lord Si Ming." He put the ring in his shirt pocket, put his right hand on the headset, and started walking outside.

"I have found the energy source you predicted."

"That's exactly what you said; we haven't sensed anything unusual yet."

"Yes, I understand... You can go back now. I've arranged for Tostov to take over the follow-up disaster relief work..."

The gleaming black leather military boots stomped on the floor, and two unhurried conversations broke out, contrasting sharply with the cracking sounds of the wooden planks being destroyed, making the flames seem insignificant.

"Creak—"

A sound of wood being pressed and rubbed against each other rang out.

Arthur paused slightly.

Even he himself didn't know why, in the fire, it was such an ordinary sound that it wasn't worth him stopping to listen.

But that's why he stopped.

It was as if invisible, transparent threads were pulling him to a halt.

He had personally searched the church three times and found that there were no survivors left. His spiritual power could sense the living things around him, and it told him that he could leave with peace of mind.

But then the voice rang out again.

It is weak, gentle, and easily overlooked.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch—"

It stopped moving.

It stopped at a position that was neither too far nor too close to him.

The air was still, and a suffocating atmosphere descended upon them.

There is something they want to get closer to, but they are stopped in their tracks and dare not approach.

Arthur is always decisive and efficient. While others were still hesitating, he had already turned around and looked back.

His cold features, imbued with a terrifying aura from years of battle, momentarily went blank upon seeing the scene before him.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket.

Thin beams and broken tiles fell down from both sides, studded with sparks.

He frowned slightly, took long strides, and walked towards the source of the sound while unbuttoning his military jacket. He crouched down in a secluded corner of the church, the military green jacket draped over his pair of thin, snow-white shoulders.

The shapely young girl was completely covered from head to toe.

This turned out to be a rare female that had been abandoned.

"Can you still walk?" Arthur looked away, trying to keep his voice down.

It still sounds incredibly cold.

The girl kept her head down, expressionless and silent. Only a slight tremor, transmitted through her military uniform coat, reached his palm the moment they touched.

The marks on her hands from the flames and the bloodstains on her calves from the splinters were visible.

Seeing the church struggling under its weight and showing signs of collapse, Arthur's heart sank: "Excuse me, I'll take you away from here."

He held the girl's calf with one hand and supported her back with the other, his palm half-clenched to avoid touching her skin.

He pulled her into his arms, turned around, and quickly left.

The girl seemed frightened by the fire, remaining docile and silent throughout.

Until they reached the starlit open space, a cool breeze blew her soft black hair, and the gentle pats on her back felt as soft as cotton.

She buried her head deeply in the neck of the person who was holding her.

No one could see her expression.

Before long, her shoulders trembled slightly, accompanied by suppressed sobs.

[Ding—System notification: The target, an SSS-rank Zerg Admiral, has appeared.]

[Ding—Countdown to maintaining humanoid mimicry: 23 hours and 59 minutes.]

*

What happened?

Let's turn back the clock to the day of the great war against the interstellar overlord.

The green light dissipated.

The sky was bright.

The excessive chaos finally caught the attention of the higher-ups at the Time and Space Administration.

The Time and Space Administration was shaken to its core. This shocking case of corruption involving two souls was sealed the moment the judge brought down the anvil.

The fat and thin inspectors were sent to life imprisonment, and dozens of corrupt bureau staff members associated with them were also brought down.

The Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme People's Procuratorate personally delivered the judgment to the tasker, stating that the tasker Xia Yangyang would be repaid the 50 million points owed, and that the tasker would be granted unconditional access to the next world.

The eight-character slogan, "Purge the bureau, fight corruption and organized crime," resounded like thunder in everyone's ears...

"I'm not going to the next world," Xia Yangyang said suddenly, looking at the pass in her hand.

The officer in front of the time-space portal was taken aback: "Huh? You're not going?"

The system's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Xia Yangyang blinked and repeated, "I'm not going to the next one. I'm staying in this world."

The officer panicked: "No, why? This is a special privilege granted to you personally by the Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme People's Procuratorate! Do you know how many mission takers would kill for it? How can you refuse... Hey? Hey! Come back...! Where are you going!"

The shouts from the junior staff member behind me grew fainter and fainter.

Xia Yangyang ran in the opposite direction, and the suffocating feeling that had been weighing on her chest for so long suddenly dissipated the moment she made up her mind.

*

Behind the high-end solid wood office chair, a man sat in a genuine leather boss's chair with his long legs crossed, his chestnut-colored short hair neatly combed back.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. Hearing the interesting remarks in front of him, he moved the book "Governance of a Great Power in the New Era" he was holding aside and looked over with a half-smile.

"Although I'm old, my hearing is still pretty good. You just said you wanted to stay in plane 38824?"

"Yes, because..."

Xia Yangyang responded, but before she could even utter her prepared reply, she heard the man immediately add, "Sure."

The chief prosecutor's smile widened as he rested his chin on his hand and said, "Actually, there are countless people like you who are wrongly accused and misunderstood every minute of every day. As the rule-makers, we can't possibly make amends for every unfortunate person. You are lucky to be the winner, and the winner certainly has the right to refuse compensation."

"..."

"Even though history has proven all those who refused our missions to be unwise, we still—fully respect them."

The sarcasm in those words was palpable.

The chief prosecutor shifted his gaze from her face back to his book, leaned back in his leather chair, and turned slightly to the side, his expression suddenly turning cold: "If it's an honor, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Xia Yangyang's lips twitched; her face changed so quickly it could be considered an intangible cultural heritage.

However, after a moment of serious thought, she spoke under the prosecutor's dark, almost black, expression: "According to the original plan, when I returned to the beginning of the arrival of the cosmic weapon, my original form was still an egg. I hope you can give me a chance to say a few words to the male protagonist of this dimension."

The prosecutor ran his fingertips along the pages, raising his chin. "A few words aren't enough time, are they? 24 hours?"

Xia Yangyang was slightly dazed by his smiling face, and returned an even brighter smile: "That's even better, thank you."

"..."