Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The spaceship arrived above a massive planet.

The light from the Queen's Compass dimmed, which meant that they had arrived at the place where the Sword of Power had landed.

Xia Yangyang looked up through the windshield in front of the driver's seat.

The planet before me is magnificent, with its azure ocean contrasting sharply with its verdant land, and its white atmosphere as light as gauze enveloping it.

A mix of emotions welled up inside Xia Yangyang, and she clenched her fist at her side, her nails digging into her flesh.

"It's Xuan Nanxing." Arthur walked up behind her.

Xia Yangyang kept her gaze fixed on Xuan Nanxing.

Even with her best efforts to suppress it, a trace of hatred leaked out from her slightly trembling voice.

"You know this place?"

"I don't know much about it, but I've heard about it."

Arthur glanced at the time on the control panel, then took her hand in his large hand through his gloved hand and gently kneaded her fist.

There were only 45 minutes left until the four hours she mentioned.

"It is said that this leader of Xuan Nanxing, Xin Fuxiao, was brave and skilled in battle, with extraordinary martial prowess, and the courage to hold off ten thousand men."

Xin, Fu, Xiao...

These three words were chewed over and over again, as if each word could be bitten until it bled.

"Is it that troublesome?"

Arthur chuckled softly, "That depends on how eager you are to get your hands on the cosmic weapon as soon as possible."

"How so?"

"I have three methods, each corresponding to a different speed: high speed, medium speed, and low speed. Which one would you like to hear first?"

Xia Yangyang wondered if she had misheard. Didn't he say that he didn't understand?

How did three kinds suddenly appear out of thin air?

She immediately turned to look at him, and he was already on the command platform loading incendiary bombs into the launch bay, looking nothing like someone who was just saying it casually.

"You want to kill Xingji... Xin, Fuxiao?"

"Killing Xin Fuxiao would come at too high a price." Arthur shook his head with a smile. "Xuan Nan Star has not yet established a crown prince. A planet without a monarch will inevitably fall into internal strife, which will lead to an outflow of refugees. Besides, this is Xin Fuxiao's territory. It's not so easy to kill a monarch openly on his turf."

"Then what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Arthur asked, "I just said you had to choose one of the three plans. Have you made your choice?"

Eastern countries, influenced by the doctrine of the mean, tend to choose the middle path when faced with three options: superior, middle, or inferior.

In most similar option settings, isn't the ultimate purpose of the top and bottom paths design to highlight the middle path, which has little benefit but is not difficult either?

Xia Yangyang asked, "What's the method for a medium-speed approach?"

Arthur seemed to have anticipated her choice, a slight smile playing on his lips as he beckoned her over: "Come and take a look."

In the blink of an eye, a simplified map of Xuan Nanxing's terrain and strategic defense deployment appeared on the command screen. At that moment, Xia Yangyang truly felt that she was at the center of the decision-making process.

"Xuannan Star has highly advanced technology, but it is short of resources. Therefore, its strongest military force is concentrated in the planet's capital." He pointed to a high ground.

"Soldiers around the capital often wear armor made of coarse cloth and green vines. This kind of armor is impervious to swords and spears but will catch fire. If attacked with incendiary bombs, Xin Fuxiao will be completely unprepared. Just tell him to hand over the Sword of Power and withdraw the fire, and you can get it."

Xia Yangyang frowned: "Since this is the capital, how could there be few soldiers? We only have this one airship."

Arthur: "So, we still need to... bluff."

He pressed a button on the command platform, and what was originally a single airship instantly transformed into hundreds or even thousands of others, neatly arranged in front of them, creating a truly magnificent sight.

Xia Yangyang looked at the spaceship in disbelief, then at Arthur: "This...?"

"It's just a projection."

Arthur pressed the button again, and once again, only their spaceship remained in the universe.

Xia Yangyang: "What about speed?"

Arthur swiped his finger across the screen, and a female character's profile appeared: "Caught in a pincer movement."

"Rumor has it that Xin Fuxiao has a wife he cherishes dearly. If we could first visit him as strangers, take his wife hostage and coerce her from within, while simultaneously attacking the city with incendiary bombs from the outside, would we still have to worry about not obtaining the Sword of Power?"

Arthur's words were calm and unhurried, like the plucking of cello strings, or like a sword sheathed, its sharpness concealed, giving people a sense of security.

He patiently guided her to calm her agitated emotions, and even that unspeakable hatred gradually became less obvious.

Xia Yangyang stared at the virtual female figure.

The blue outline, with the interior completely blacked out and marked with a question mark, revealed very little about her information on the Star Brain.

She had never met this lady before, yet her past painful days and nights were filled with a mixture of resentment and curiosity towards her.

Willing to die by the sword of the one I love.

What was her mindset at the time that led her to make that judgment?

What kind of decisive and resolute woman could win the unwavering love of an ambitious man like Xin Fuxiao, a war profiteer?

Xia Yangyang asked, "Using the faster method, can you guarantee you'll get it within 40 minutes?"

"Thirty minutes," Arthur said. "We still have ten minutes to destroy the weapons and say goodbye."

Very good!

In just 30 minutes, she can get rid of the fear of walking into the ending of her previous life!

She can then find solace in the self that died for this cause!

What an enticing option this is.

But precisely because it was so tempting, she needed to think it over...

Did she really need to be in such a hurry to collect all five weapons?

Incendiary bombs... penetrate skin and bone, ignite upon contact with air, and cannot be extinguished even when submerged in water, reaching temperatures as high as two thousand degrees Celsius... what a brutal weapon they are.

Of the five cosmic weapons, four have already been acquired.

The probability of a cosmic war as intense as the one I remember forming is extremely low and negligible.

Without the misuse of cosmic weapons, Xin Fuxiao's home would not have been destroyed, and the subsequent interstellar overlords would not have emerged...

Originally, wasn't she just trying to tell Arthur about the future?

Why do we become so eager for quick success and instant benefits when we encounter someone with a significant connection to our past life?

She traced the blue outline slowly with her fingertips, silent and unable to make a decision, unaware that Arthur's deep gaze had been following her the whole time.

The words of the chief prosecutor suddenly flashed through her mind—

[Even though history has proven all those who refused our missions to be unwise, we—]

[Full respect.]

wrong.

The prosecutor's arrogance was justified.

The fact that he can casually offer her 24 hours means that even if he gives her 48 hours or 72 hours, no matter how much time it is, he has already calculated that she cannot change the outcome.

Why is this happening?

In Xia Yangyang's mind, vague judgments and thoughts gradually pieced together like jigsaw puzzle pieces, eventually forming a complete answer.

Because all those who proposed returning to their original world were too obsessive.

This kind of fanaticism will only blind them.

If she carries on the hatred from her past life into this one, how can that not be considered part of the trajectory of Heaven's will?

"Slow down." Her lips moved slightly. "What's the method for slowing down?"

Perhaps due to the long silence, when Arthur spoke again, his voice had an unusual hoarseness:

"Xin Fuxiao is no ordinary person. The Zerg have neither friendship nor enmity with Xuan Nanxing. If the cosmic weapons have already fallen into his hands, we cannot take them by force. We can only use a scheme. We can first befriend him with benefits, wait for the right opportunity, and then slowly make our move."

"Oh……"

Arthur heard a soft laugh, a laugh that was also a cry.

"I've endured fear for too long. If I suddenly let go of that fear, I wouldn't be able to live."

Like a wad of paper soaked in the rain during the plum rain season, even after drying, it will still have wrinkles that cannot be smoothed out when laid out.

"Arthur, even if I'm not by your side, you'll still get your hands on the Sword of Power, won't you?"

The dark mist in Arthur's eyes dissipated, as if he had finally received the option he had been waiting for.

"Ah..." A strange and alluring smile curled at the corner of his lips as he supported her swaying body with one hand. "That's for sure."

*

One minute left.

They visited Xuan Nanxing as visitors.

They were greeted by a petite, fair-skinned woman.

Her long hair was tied up in a bun, and her clothes resembled the embroidered long-sleeved dresses of ancient women; the word "simple" was sufficient to describe her overall appearance.

The only thing that's special about her is her smile.

When she smiles, her eyes curve into crescent moons, and her cheeks glow with a faint pink, always reminding one of the snow-covered landscape in the twelfth lunar month.

"I was unaware of your distinguished guests visiting my humble abode; please forgive my intrusion..."

When they learned that this woman was Xin Fuxiao's wife, she led them to Peach Blossom Valley in the back mountains of the capital, where Xin Fuxiao usually practiced his swordsmanship.

In her previous life, when Xia Yangyang was fighting against the interstellar overlord, she often wondered how there could be someone who could wield a sword with such skill in the interstellar universe where guns and cannons were the core of military power.

Xuan Nanxing's trip seems to have provided the answer.

This is a planet that combines tradition and technology.

Along the way, the ancient buildings with their blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves and corners, are built along the hillside, and the farming life that has long been eliminated by nutrient solution has been continued here.

Yet, beneath this ancient simplicity, traces of modern technology are visible everywhere.

Deep within the lush forest, transparent monitors enable plants to automatically regulate photosynthesis; between towns, crisscrossing hovercar tracks glide through the air; further away, towering technology towers reach into the clouds, where researchers with the most cutting-edge technology walk.

"Whoosh—!"

The sharp sound of a longsword cutting through the air almost instantly alerted Xia Yangyang.

She took two steps back and instinctively reached behind her back to draw her sword, but instead of grasping the sword, she found a large, warm hand.

"Look," Arthur whispered in her ear, "the peach blossoms have fallen."

My hand was patted twice to comfort me.

She looked in front of her.

Peach blossoms fell from the sky.

It was like a pink rain.

A blood-red sword was wielded by the burly man before them, its light as clear as water, reflecting the determination and focus on his face.

His movements were fluid and graceful.

With each turn and slash, the sounds of the swords mingled and intertwined.

An invisible force flowed through the air, and peach blossoms danced with the sword.

The sound of falling petals is so gentle, it's as if all things in heaven and earth are blended into it.

Beautiful as a poem or painting.

Arthur felt the pressure on his hand gradually loosen, and quietly turned his head to see the girl's stunned profile.

Her lips parted slightly.

The peach blossoms and the sword she had been searching for were both reflected in her beautiful eyes.

It was wetted by these two pools of clear, sparkling water.