Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The man's voice was deep and mellow, like loose bow hair slowly being drawn across a cello.

Xia Yangyang's heart skipped a beat.

The rain that was falling from the sky was no longer rain; upon closer inspection, it turned into gold particles of varying sizes.

People frantically scrambled to pick up the items from the ground, shoulder to shoulder.

If clothes don't fit, they use jars; if jars don't fit, they use swill buckets—like dogs wagging their tails to snatch food, revealing the ugliest aspects of human nature.

The gold kept falling, at first like pebbles hitting people, then quickly like fists, then smashing holes in people's skulls, creating holes in the ship's planks, letting seawater in, and causing the ship to tilt.

On the turbulent ocean, a ship laden with gold was submerged.

Gold spilled from the ship's railings into the sea, and some envious people tried to block it with their bodies, only to be crushed into meat patties.

No one noticed the ship being swept into the abyss, and no one noticed the cabins collapsing from the bottom down...

Xia Yangyang struggled to break free until the very moment she was submerged.

Deep-sea whirlpools are no joke; you'll either be crushed to death by ship debris or torn apart by their immense speed.

A metal plate came crashing down, and Xia Yangyang closed her eyes tightly.

The noise of metal colliding with seawater was right next to her. Xia Yangyang felt a tightness around her waist, and the next second, the dampness and dizziness left her.

She bumped into a hard, cold embrace.

Three years later, the same posture as before made her feel both strange and familiar.

Before I could even see his face clearly, two streams of tears had already slid down my cheeks.

"Victor..." she called out tremulously.

He seemed to have gotten even stronger than before; his bulging muscles were so sharp they hurt your skin.

The aura of the one in power is chilling and intimidating; their overwhelming pressure makes everything in the world kneel and bow down in submission.

Half of Victor's face was hidden behind a gold mask, and his gaze as he swept over the woman in his arms was chillingly cold, like ice piercing to the bone.

"You unruly wretch! Call me master."

Xia Yangyang shuddered in fright and was speechless: "..."

She had originally wanted to reconnect, but now she thought it best to stay silent.

Victor's fingernails scratched the ropes binding her wrists and legs, but hesitated just before slicing through her skin.

Finally, he stopped the dangerous move and put his hand on her slender waist.

Those humans who were lucky enough to survive the rain of gold were escaping in small groups, rowing lifeboats laden with gold and silver.

He stood above the vortex, watching silently.

Suddenly, she curled her lips into a cool smile, and her gaze sent a chill down one's spine.

"It's a pity that not everyone has the opportunity to experience the happiness that is drowned in wealth."

A pod of killer whales suddenly appeared in the deep sea.

They leaped out of the water one by one, biting the humans' necks and plunging back into the water.

The surviving humans were plunged into great panic. They screamed in terror and rowed desperately, but refused to leave behind the heavy gold. In the end, even the boat was torn to pieces by the orca.

Flesh and blood floated on the sea surface.

Beautiful gold and silver stars are scattered across the sea, proclaiming sins unknown to anyone.

Victor spun around with Xia Yangyang in his arms, reminding the orca pod, "Be careful, eating gold can be poisonous."

Before diving, Victor put a pink pearl in her mouth, and Xia Yangyang couldn't wait to swallow it.

His mocking laugh rang in my ears: "It's poisonous, and you still want to eat it?"

Xia Yangyang clenched her fists and pressed them against her chest: "This is what you gave me, I don't care if it's poisoned or not."

"That doesn't change the fact that it's poisonous."

"..."

Tentacles with purple base and gold patterns stirred the deep water. Victor held her and dived towards the seabed. The icy seawater made her shiver.

He kept swimming downstream.

To ease the awkwardness, Xia Yangyang tentatively tried to warm things up:

"I've been looking for you all these years. I miss you so much... How are you doing?"

Victor tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to pierce through every inch of her defenses.

A sarcastic smile played on his lips, and his voice was deep and magnetic.

"Miss me? Looking for me?" He laughed contemptuously, a flash of anger in his deep green eyes. "Back then, you were cunning and despicable, only thinking about how to escape from me and how to survive. Now you say these things hoping to arouse my pity?"

Xia Yangyang wanted to slap herself twice. This foul mouth of hers had really kicked a hornet's nest.

She squeezed out two tears and anxiously explained, "No! I know you hate me for stealing the Heart of the Ocean, hate me for leaving you alone in dangerous Atlantis, but everything I did was for our child. He needs the Heart of the Ocean, I... I had no choice..."

Victor's swimming speed slowed down, the deep sea looked like an open black mouth, but he quickly regained his original speed.

"I think you've misunderstood the lowly slave; I've never hated you."

His voice carried an undeniable coldness, each word like a sharp blade, meant to remind Xia Yangyang that although they had shared many moments together, they were now worlds apart.

"The ocean is my home; how could I be abandoned by anyone? Without you, how could there be the Ocean Monarch today? Or do you really believe that these years of separation can be easily made up for with a few empty words?"

He has sound logic, a clear mind, and can see through her intentions incisively, leaving her no chance to take advantage of him. He is as troublesome as a hedgehog.

Xia Yangyang has no shortcuts to gain except by feigning pitifulness.

Her glistening eyes gazed at the man's cold, hard jawline. Her fingertips touched the golden mask, and seeing that he didn't resist, she pressed her entire palm against it, caressing it tenderly.

"Yes, including this time, you've saved me three times now. I foolishly thought I could repay you, but how could someone as powerful as you ever need my help?"

Appealing to their emotions is a brilliant strategy.

The deeper you go in the ocean, the more all sorts of strange and luminous fish surround you.

Victor remained silent for a long time, then slightly turned his head, his eerie green eyes piercing straight at him like needles: "Do you know that a lowly slave like you would have his eyes gouged out if he even looked at me?"

"..."

"You should be thankful that the ocean is benevolent."