Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Arthur is a devoted husband and an even greater father to his children, a trait that was already evident when Freya was born.

The Zerg expend a tremendous amount of energy to nurture an egg. The egg is nurtured by the female for the first five months, hatches in the sixth month, and then needs to be incubated by the father for the full ten months.

In fact, the Zerg had already built the incubation chamber long ago.

There is absolutely no need for the father to carry the egg with him at all times to provide spiritual nourishment.

On the one hand, female Zerg can lay seven or eight eggs at a time, making it very difficult for males to incubate them all themselves. On the other hand, people like Arthur, who are always out and about, are better suited to raising children in an incubation chamber.

Xia Yangyang was born in that incubation room, where the environment was warm and free from bumps, making it ideal for the development of cubs.

I don’t know if it’s because Freya is their only child.

Arthur felt sorry for it having no siblings and insisted on hatching it himself.

So he asked his great-great-grandfather to sew him a small egg-shaped pouch. Every day he would carry the little egg in his arms to teach his students, to handle official business, and even to eat and rest, never putting it down.

They treat her like a precious gem, afraid of breaking her if they hold her in their hands or melting her if they keep her in their mouth.

To document the changes in his little egg, Arthur takes a family photo every month.

Before taking photos, I wash and scent the little egg, and let it choose different colored and patterned egg pouches.

It's just an egg, what kind of tricks can you possibly pull out of it?!

Xia Yangyang could get angry just watching him tinker, but thankfully it didn't cause him to waste too much time.

What truly enraged her was that Arthur had to go on a long military mission and wouldn't be back for more than a month.

Arthur was worried that she wouldn't be able to take good care of the little egg, so he left her a long list of instructions, about thirty-odd pages long, including how to adjust the temperature in the incubation room, what prenatal music to play in the morning, noon, and evening, how to observe the little egg's mood, and so on...

Xia Yangyang grabbed the papers and crushed them into pieces.

It's an egg whose gender is indistinguishable!

She decided never to have another child besides this one, otherwise she didn't know what kind of trouble Arthur would cause.

Days passed, and on the day in October when the egg was full-term and ready to hatch, the two of them eagerly awaited it, waiting from morning till night, but the egg remained silent and showed no sign of life.

The two exchanged a glance and panicked completely.

They invited the insect doctor, who was most skilled in obstetrics, to take a look. The insect doctor listened for a long time with a stethoscope, his expression serious.

"The situation is not good." The insect doctor looked at Arthur and said solemnly, "It's because of your improper hatching method."

Later, Xia Yangyang said that the insect doctor had repeatedly instructed her for five minutes, but when she listened to Arthur's recollection, Arthur said that he remembered the insect doctor talking for half an hour.

He had never felt time could stretch on so long.

"The little princess has been spoiled too much by the general. She just waits for him to nurse her every day and doesn't exert any effort. She can't even turn over in the egg because the general does it for her. So, she doesn't want to hatch..."

"But this is by no means a trivial matter. The nutrients inside the eggshell are almost exhausted, and the oxygen will only become thinner and thinner. If the little princess cannot hatch on her own, we will have to peel it open from the outside... But you both know that offspring born in this way are often weak and sickly. If you do not want the little princess to suffer such a fate, please be a little ruthless towards her."

The father and daughter, who ate and drank together every day and lived and worked together, were suddenly separated, as if two pieces of flesh that had grown together were torn apart.

Although Arthur didn't show anything, Xia Yangyang could feel the spiritual energy emanating from the little egg every time she went to the incubation room, and she especially longed to stay with her father and missed him.

Arthur's cold, hard expression quickly cracked, and his once firm resolve almost crumbled.

"Let's go, or I might secretly switch the incubator key!" Xia Yangyang twirled the keychain in her hand.

"Um."

She grasped his wrist, pushed him out of the incubation chamber, and left the little egg inside to incubate slowly.

Arthur now resides at the Northwest military base.

He thought that since he lacked self-control when he got home, he would be unable to resist visiting Freya, so it would be better to keep a distance from her, as physical distance could play a significant role in controlling her behavior.

With a professional insect doctor taking care of Little Egg and a systematic health check, Xia Yangyang doesn't need to worry at all. Every day, besides handling some trivial matters within her capabilities, she lies in her warm nest with the system, eats some Blue Star snacks, watches movies from the system's movie library, and applies a face mask to nourish her skin that can maintain its youth for three hundred years.

Life goes on day by day, and I'm living a very comfortable life.

If I hadn't flipped through the calendar today and seen that tomorrow's date was circled in red, I would have been fine.

She had almost forgotten about Wangzaishi, who was suffering in a remote northwestern military base.

The letters expressing concern for her and her baby were piled up like a small mountain at her feet.

Xia Yangyang raised her eyebrows slightly, rolled out of bed, walked around the pile of unopened letters, neatly tied her long hair up with a hairpin, and put on the black trench coat by the door.

"Your Majesty, are you going out?" the female guarding the door asked softly.

"Okay, keep an eye on the young prince and let me know immediately if anything happens. Also, prepare a small airship; I'm going to the Northwest military base."

"Yes."

Northwest military base.

Xia Yangyang stepped off the airship in knee-high black boots. She wore sunglasses, her red lips were like fire, and her black trench coat fluttered in the strong northwest wind.

"Where is your general?" she asked as she followed the adjutant leading the way inside.

As the gates opened, the insect guarding them stood at attention and saluted her.

The adjutant had a lot to complain about when the general was mentioned. Since the general arrived last month, their lives had become unbearable.

I don't know who offended him. In the past, no matter how big the incident, the general could always maintain an attitude of focusing on the issue, not the person, and remained rational, clear-headed, mature, and composed. But now...

"The general is a monster. He works 24 hours a day, without rest or food for a week. He occasionally says things that send chills down your spine, and he always looks at me with a weird smile while I take care of the children. Not to mention the inexplicable pressure that emanates from him... I don't know what to do. I really hope I can hold on."

As he finished speaking, the last door opened.

Xia Yangyang saw Arthur hunched over his desk, facing a pile of terrain models.

He was fiddling with a cavalry cavalry token, a tool for troop deployment, his fingers hesitant. Hearing the sound, he looked up, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes, along with an overwhelming sense of grievance.

"You haven't replied to a single one of my letters." His voice was low and hoarse, with a rough texture, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

"These days, only those flashy but impractical planetary conferences, and invitations to various charity events and auctions get letters." Xia Yangyang waved to her adjutant, indicating he could leave behind the door. "Who knows if there's anything you sent inside? Wouldn't it be better to send messages via the interplanetary brain?"

This answer is clearly not what people want.

"Not good." He casually looked away, continuing to focus on the model in his hands, as if stubbornly ignoring her arrival.

In the past month, Arthur has lost a lot of weight. Coupled with heavy dark circles under his eyes and a somewhat tired look, even his handsome face would look disheveled.

Arthur's disheveled state was extremely rare. Despite being so vulnerable, he still held on with a stubborn streak, a mix of resentment and righteous indignation, which carried a wild and untamed beauty.

"I'd rather hear what's written in the letter than read it."

Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur saw the black toe of a shoe stop in front of the table. The black boots made her calves look straight, and above them were her fair and supple thighs.

Arthur's Adam's apple bobbed as he turned his face away. "It's been too long, I've forgotten. Go back and see for yourself."

Just as he turned his face away, a hand forcefully turned it back, and he heard a soft click of the tongue.

Then, with a "whoosh," all the documents and files on his desk were swept to the floor by a long leg.

She sat directly on the desk, wrapped one arm around the back of his neck and pulled him down, tilting her head back to seal his thin lips with hers.

With his other hand, he skillfully unbuckled his belt, slipped his fingers under the hem of his tightly bound shirt, and slid his fingers from his taut abdomen down to his perfectly curved lower back.

As Arthur continued kissing, his breath became increasingly heavy.

He wasn't someone with such poor self-control. After calculating the days in his mind, he realized that tomorrow was his heat period.

No wonder she came today.

Perhaps it's because she's in heat that she doesn't even remember him?

"If you starve yourself to this thin and out of shape, I won't like it." She released his lips, gently biting his ear. "How long do you plan to hide here?"

"How long have I been hiding?"

"28 days."

Arthur hadn't expected her to give such a precise time. His back stiffened, and his lover forcefully turned his face towards hers: "Looks like someone doesn't want me here, preferring their right hand and the suppressant? Hmm?"

Xia Yangyang stared into the unfathomable black eyes opposite her.

Suddenly, his waist tightened violently as two iron-like arms gripped him and pressed against his strong, slender waist.

What she expected to be a passionate outpouring of emotion turned into a mournful cry like a lost dog: "Why did it take you so long to come? I missed you so much..."

"Yes, if I don't come over soon, all the complaint letters from your subordinates will be in my mailbox."

"I was just trying to distract myself, and I feel so guilty for leading Freya to that state..."

Xia Yangyang grew impatient and pressed a finger to his lips to silence him: "I only have one question for you."

"What?"

"Shall we do it?"

Arthur was speechless, his eyes widening before slowly narrowing, blue lights flickering in the endless darkness...

From that time on, no matter what happened around Admiral Arthur, as long as Her Majesty the Queen was there, he never lost control of his emotions to that extent again.

*

When Freya was in her mother's womb, she grew up listening to Mozart, and during her father's incubation period, she grew up listening to Beethoven.

All three members of the family have a certain artistic talent.

Therefore, whenever little Freya lies on the lawn sunbathing, she likes to wear a pair of over-ear headphones, enjoying the sounds of nature carried by the wind while listening to the music in her headphones.

"Mozart or Beethoven?" Her father came over and sat down with her.

"Cooler than those."

The father expressed disbelief: "Oh? May I hear it?"

"Of course!" Freya generously handed over the earphones.

The moment Arthur touched the earphones, his expression froze, his brow furrowing tightly. He checked the playlist on her children's watch: "Screaming Scenes from Saw."

Little Freya grinned, innocent and naive, her little tiger teeth still showing.

*

Arthur has a severe sleep disorder because he uncontrollably exposes his prototype while he is asleep.

That is, the semi-insect state.

This wasn't the hardest thing for Xia Yangyang to accept. After all, when he was in his half-insect form, his upper body was still human, which gave him a more eerie and handsome look.

What she found most unacceptable was that his insect legs were cold and hard, making her sore all over when she woke up.

So the next day, she personally measured and knitted cashmere leg warmers for him, and put them on him leg by leg when he returned to his original form.

Sure enough, I never felt any soreness from the pressure point again.

Arthur loved the leg guards; in fact, he loved anything she put thought into for him.

Later, before Arthur could fall asleep, he transformed back into his original form and waited for her to put warm knitted leg warmers on him.

Later on, when Xia Yangyang applied face masks and body lotion at night, she would also apply the insect legs and bodies to him.

Later still, some young, naive soldiers praised Admiral Arthur in class, saying that his skin was so well-preserved, even more delicate than that of a female.

From that point on, a certain general refused to use those skincare lotions and face mask essences anymore.

Seeing his strong resistance, Xia Yangyang tilted her head in confusion: "Why?"

I used to enjoy not applying it.

Arthur said, "Those things are too precious; you should keep them for yourself."

precious?

Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow, holding a face mask that she had just applied to her face and then wiped her neck, with a little bit of essence left. She stopped in her tracks and casually threw it into the trash can.

"Alright."

*

Once, a reporter from the news department couldn't resist the gossip and interviewed Arthur.

"Historical empresses have often had more than one husband, but the current empress has only had you by her side from beginning to end. Do you have any unique techniques for managing your wife that you can share with us?"

Arthur smiled slightly, his gaze gentle and calm, as if he were already used to such questions.

He gently adjusted his cuffs, his voice calm and composed: "The art of managing a wife? I think that term is not suitable to describe the relationship between His Majesty and me."

"Her Majesty is a wise and independent leader. Her choices are never driven or controlled. Our relationship is built on mutual respect, trust, and shared goals. She chose me because we understand and support each other and work together for the development of the empire."

"If there is any secret, it is sincerity. Treat her sincerely, support her sincerely, and be genuinely proud of every decision she makes. What Her Majesty needs is not a partner who tries to control her, but someone who can walk alongside her."

That was a perfect diplomatic response.

If it weren't for the microphone in his hand, the reporter would have been moved and applauded.

He truly deserves to be the only legitimate husband by the Empress's side; his speech, manners, and inner cultivation are unmatched by any ordinary male.

The reporter then asked, "But the Queen must have many suitors. I heard that the neighboring planet Ux hopes to marry our Yongjie through a prince. Have you ever encountered any rivals in love?"

"Yes, I've encountered that before."

The reporter's eyes lit up: "How did you handle it?"

Arthur asked calmly and frankly, "Dispose of their bodies?"

The reporter abruptly stopped: "..."

*

Freya's favorite pastime was having her mother tell her the story of how she met her father before bed.

But then, the father and mother's memories didn't match up.

Xia Yangyang suddenly noticed the crux of the problem, narrowing her eyes and looking at Arthur dangerously: "That's not right, little Arthur. Since you believed what I said was true back then, why did you say such outrageous things in the Ruins of Time?"

"Huh? What did I say?"

"You ask me, when I used the power of cosmic weapons, whose life was sacrificed?"

"I didn't know you were Her Majesty the Queen at the time."

"uh-huh?"

"I just can't imagine how I could betray my faith, fall in love with another female, and entrust everything to someone other than His Majesty."

"But you still believed what I said."

"No, I couldn't fully trust you. At that time, I could only trust the version of myself that was willing to give my life for you." A faint trace of melancholy appeared in Arthur's tone. "Whether you are His Majesty or not, I could only believe that the future was like that. That was the only gamble I ever took in my life."

*

General Arthur Hartman.

He graduated from Bladewing Military Academy at the age of 19, becoming the youngest military commander in history. Newspapers ran headlines about him, calling him a "genius commander."

At the age of 28, he was invincible and was appointed by the then-elderly Empress as the person in charge of protecting the new Empress. At that time, everyone called him "the Empress's fiancé".

At 48, he commanded numerous battles for the Zerg, leading them to expand their territory and becoming a revered war god among the Zerg. He was unanimously elected as the "Chairman of the Zerg Supreme Military Council."

At 63, he carried the secret that the Queen might never wake up, was impeached three times by the House of Representatives, and fell from grace. At that time, they called him a "dictator" and a "traitor."

And now, he is called...

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a slanting glow on the soft bed and onto the face of my lover who was slowly waking up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat there blankly, her long, fluffy hair hanging down her back; she was breathtakingly beautiful.

He learned how to cook on Earth and placed fried eggs, fried dough sticks, and soy milk on the table.

She smelled the aroma and smacked her lips twice.

He stepped forward and gently embraced her, placing a kiss on her forehead.

She would snuggle into his arms, lift his chin, and say, "Good morning, little Arthur."

At this moment, a soft, small dumpling would also jump into his arms in a few moments.

Her soft, fair face bore a striking resemblance to her mother's.

She would climb onto his shoulder, blink her bright black eyes, and say, "Good morning, Father! Where are you taking Freya to play today~~~"

*

Actually, it all started from the day they met again.

Xia Yangyang then began to tell him about everything that happened to her in her previous life and the life before that.

From being born on Earth thinking he was an ordinary psychologist, to Arthur ruthlessly tearing his soul into three pieces to preserve his power.

But somehow the story reached Freya's ears.

She pestered her mother, wanting her to start the story from the beginning.

Xia Yangyang looked helplessly at Arthur, then at her little daughter who had climbed onto Arthur's shoulder and was sitting obediently, and had no choice but to give in.

"Okay, let's start from the beginning."

"But that's a very, very long story..."