Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"I know you'll find it hard to believe me when I say this, and you might even think I'm crazy."

"But I do come from the future. Thirty years from now, everything about the Zerg will be completely different from now. Space will be filled with panic, bloodshed, and slaughter."

"Five weapons descended into the universe, each possessing world-destroying power. These weapons were used by different people, causing widespread devastation and ruin... A warmonger who called himself the 'Interstellar Overlord' seized these weapons and ruled the galaxy with a blood-red sword, resulting in the annihilation of the Zerg."

"And all of this stems from tonight's meteor shower. I returned here to find you. Only you can help change everything in the galaxy and prevent tragedy from happening..."

The female that Arthur brought onto the starship was an accident.

There is no reception room on the starship. In theory, no one except classified personnel can enter this place. Therefore, he can only entertain this female in the interrogation room for the time being.

But his mental pressure seemed to have no effect on her. Unlike everyone else, she looked at him without the slightest fear, and even with a natural closeness. This closeness felt very natural, as if the two of them had been together for a very long time.

How convinced was she that he wouldn't hurt her?

She spoke eloquently for an hour, while the water glass in front of her remained untouched. By this time, they had returned to the skies above the capital.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the interrogation room door from the outside.

"Go in." Arthur stared straight at the female before him.

A corporal had just entered when he was nearly knocked to his knees by the mental pressure emanating from the interrogation room. After wiping the sweat from his brow, he quickly glanced at the female sitting across from him at the interrogation table, who appeared normal. He was inwardly surprised, but his expression returned to seriousness.

"General, there is currently no gene match for Ms. Xia Yangyang in the gene bank."

"Okay, I understand."

After the corporal left, Arthur, pen in hand, the nib leaving a single ink dot on the white paper, interrupted her narration, his stern features sharp as knives: "You're from the future?"

"Yes." Xia Yangyang looked back, her eyes complex yet bright.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Gather all five cosmic weapons and destroy them all."

How do I collect them all?

"There are five locations in total, situated in the Ruins of Time, Graytan Star, Nida—"

Arthur interrupted her before she could finish reciting the name of the planet, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head, his dark eyes growing even darker as he narrowed them: "Tell me something that will prove you're from the future."

"Everything I just said is true."

"For thousands of years, the Zerg have been plagued by unpredictable stellar storms. Do you know when the next stellar storm will arrive and where the epicenter will be?"

Xia Yangyang frowned: "I don't know."

"A new type of plasma cannon is being developed at a military base in the west. Do you know when it will be publicly test-fired?"

Xia Yangyang had a bad feeling: "I don't know."

"So, one last question: what is your connection to the Zerg 'Skymind' chip that Vormir has been trying to steal?"

Xia Yangyang pursed her lips, her face turning pale: "What Heavenly Secret Chip? I have nothing to do with it."

The interrogation room was dimly lit, with half of Arthur's face hidden in the darkness. He stood up from the judge's table, his two arms, wrapped in military uniform, braced against the table, as cold and hard as prison bars.

"It seems we have proven the point we just discussed."

The two men locked eyes for a moment, then Arthur pressed the call button to end the interrogation and turned to leave.

"etc!!!"

Her tone was so urgent and anxious that Arthur paused, not because of her words, but because of that unfamiliar feeling of being pulled back... again.

It was as if countless threads in the ground were dragging him to a stop.

It was exactly the same feeling he had when he first discovered her.

Apart from Her Majesty the Empress, there has never been anyone who could restrain his mental power. The new Empress has not yet been born, so what exactly is this subtle mental power control?

"I don't know the details, but I spend almost all my time with you, and I know you."

"..."

"Your mental power is the ability to manipulate ice. You possess extremely strong muscular strength. You are ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to yourself."

Arthur turned to look at her again: "Even a Zerg person knows this."

"You have a severe sleep disorder and require mental soothing to fall asleep. All your assets are divided into three parts: one in Bank A, one in the national treasury, and the other in XX Arms Manufacturing Group. When you are in heat or excessively weak, your body will display shimmering fluorescent blue patterns... and, and..."

Leaving aside the unspeakable aspects of intimacy, those things that, if spoken aloud, might lead to being silenced...

Xia Yangyang frowned, racking her brains to recall. She didn't have much time to prove it to him, and she couldn't let herself be locked up in jail. She just wanted to prove that what she said was true. She didn't notice that the interrogation room door opened from the outside and several policewomen walked in.

"You have a red birthmark on your inner thigh, about the size of a coin, shaped like... a plum blossom."

The air seemed to freeze.

Xia Yangyang heard a gasp of cold air.

She looked up and stared, but her throat tightened and she couldn't speak. Arthur, who was standing to the right of the three officers, was watching her but didn't say anything or reveal his expression.

Arthur waved his hand, and several female police officers came over and "invited" her out of the interrogation room.

As Xia Yangyang struggled to be dragged away from him, her chest heaving with anger: "What did I say wrong?!"

Arthur turned his back, his figure tall and aloof.

"None of them are correct."

*

After leaving the starship, Xia Yangyang was locked in an unknown room and placed under house arrest.

The room was furnished comfortably and simply, with a wide and soft bed. There were even green plants, a water dispenser, and beautifully arranged nutritious pastries, but she couldn't relax at all.

[Ding—Countdown to maintaining humanoid mimicry: 12 hours and 59 minutes.]

Xia Yangyang nestled in the corner of the bed, pressing her right fist against the center of her forehead repeatedly to relieve the pressure.

She couldn't help but feel grateful for the prosecutor's arrogance, which gave her 24 hours to resolve the problem. At least she still had time; if things went wrong, she could always go back to the egg and figure out a way to communicate with the outside world. It certainly couldn't be worse than it was now...

But what's going on with this Arthur? She did indeed piece together the characteristics of the three fragments to describe him. Does that mean that when the three are put together, he isn't himself?

Just as Xia Yangyang was having the idea of ​​cutting herself with a knife to find a chance to escape, she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

She looked up and saw a policewoman standing outside the door.

"Ms. Xia, please come with me," she said.

Xia Yangyang cautiously moved back: "Where are you going?"

The policewoman remained silent, simply approaching and "inviting" her out...

*

"This airship is my private airship, not subject to official monitoring. It is highly stealthy, has a high speed, and is more agile, but its firepower is by no means inferior to any combat ship."

"..."

"Its surface is covered with an invisibility coating, which can evade the detection of many systems."

"..."

"You are welcome to visit freely."

A man in a military uniform stood against the light in front of the control panel. The high-tech material that fit his body made his broad shoulders and long legs look even more impressive. Silver metal chains adorned his hat brim, belt, and arms. When the blue screen shone on him, it emitted a cold light that kept people at a distance.

His long, slender fingers were encased in black leather gloves as he spoke while methodically manipulating the screen.

Receiving no response, Arthur turned his eyes to the side and caught sight of a girl leaning against the window, gazing down.

Her cheeks were snow-white, her eyelashes were long and curled upwards, and her simply treated burned arms and thighs were wrapped in white gauze, adding to her fragility.

Following her gaze, one can see the towering flagpole in the center of the Imperial Capital Square in the distance, a testament to the enduring prosperity and peace on this vast land.

But her eyes were filled with sorrow, and her slightly furrowed brows were etched with a resolute will.

Arthur switched the spaceship to autopilot, walked over and sat down next to her: "I apologize for the way I treated you in the interrogation room."

Xia Yangyang paused, turned to look at Arthur, her deep brown eyes reflecting half of the starry sky outside the window.

Arthur continued, "I'm investigating an undercover agent planted in the capital, so I have to say things that might influence his judgment in order to deceive him."

His expressionless, cold face revealed his sincerity.

From the moment Xia Yangyang stepped onto the spaceship, most of the weight that had been hanging over her heart lifted, and her tense nerves relaxed.

She lowered her eyes slightly, turned over and sat in the chair, sighing rather helplessly: "You finally believe what I said?"

Arthur stared intently: "I don't believe it."

Xia Yangyang choked on her words: "Then what are you doing now?"

"Prevention is better than cure," Arthur said. "I don't believe what you say, but I can't completely rule out the truth of your words. Rather than getting hung up on whether it's true or false, I'd rather spend some insignificant effort to prevent the disaster you speak of from actually happening."

Ah, that's right, that's Arthur.

He was cautious, steady, and prepared for any eventuality, never missing any unusual detail that might attract his attention. This is why only he could create the legend of the Zerg, single-handedly defeating an entire army, and commanding three hundred battles of varying sizes without a single defeat.

Xia Yangyang was somewhat dazed. She saw the overlapping shadows of three people in the person in front of her.

It's no wonder that Lu Feng, Bai Ye, and Ling all have obvious personality flaws, because they should all be one person.

Xia Yangyang's throat tightened, and tears welled up in her eyes without her realizing it.

It seemed to carry countless heavy memories and unspeakable thoughts.

Arthur avoided eye contact and pulled a smooth, shiny object from his pocket: "Besides, what you need me to do isn't difficult at all."

The moment he opened his palm, the faint purple light made Xia Yangyang's eyes widen. She subconsciously reached out to take it, but he calmly took it in his hand and put it in his pocket.

These are element earrings, and he got both of them!

Isn't this from Graytan? How much time has passed since we were in the interrogation room? Five or six hours? How is that possible?

She recalled that he had asked her three questions first, one of which she mentioned a weapon on Graytan. Could it be that he had actually memorized it while acting nonchalant?

Upon further reflection, he realized that he interrupted her before she finished speaking because she mentioned Nidara. If he didn't believe what she was saying, he wouldn't have interrupted her at all.

Considering his suspicion that there was an undercover eavesdropper, he interrupted her because he didn't want to expose that the Zerg also possessed one of the cosmic weapons.

The subsequent questions about stellar storms, weapon releases, and celestial chips were all just pretexts to mislead everyone into believing that her claims about disasters and cosmic weapons were nonsense.

Suppressing her shock, Xia Yangyang asked, "How did you get it?!"

Arthur stood up and walked back to the control panel: "Greytan relies on my planet for survival. Fifteen years ago, it allied with my planet by sending its prince as a hostage. The prince's wife and daughters are under my control. I'm sending the prince back to search. The ruler of Greytan will certainly not suspect anything, and even if he does, he wouldn't dare to deceive me with a fake."

If he says these things are insignificant while he himself travels thousands of miles to find them, it will only arouse suspicion.

He sent the prince to search for her, firstly because it was simple and convenient and wouldn't require much of his effort; secondly, it would allow him to verify the truthfulness of her words; and thirdly, the monarch of Graytan Star had long missed the prince, so he was doing him a favor.

Xia Yangyang's gaze followed Arthur, who stood overlooking the entire star-studded universe.

Arthur's tone was calm and indifferent. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and gestured to Xia Yangyang, "Please show us the way. Let's hurry and make sure we don't miss the meeting Lord Si Ming is holding tomorrow afternoon."