Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"Kasre?" Hati suppressed a sharp, constricting pain in his chest, tilting his head as if searching through the dust of memory. "There seems to be such an insignificant little family. What, are they trying to scam me now?"

"You call that 'extortion'?" Lorne roared, almost like a wolf's howl, pointing at Hati's nose. "It's because of families like yours, clearly cursed and imprisoned here for eternity, yet stubbornly refusing to yield, that my entire family's hopes have been destroyed, and you don't even feel a shred of remorse!!!"

Hati scoffed, his arrogant attitude completely enraging the other side.

He moved with lightning speed, sweeping past the puppet and the human on either side, grabbing them by the neck with both hands, his sharp claws piercing through their flesh, and slamming them into the stone floor. The ground cracked, and stones flew everywhere.

"Losers always like to make excuses for themselves. The rules of the werewolf race are survival of the fittest, it has been like this since ancient times. If you're not strong enough, why blame the uneven road when you fall?"

Lorne, his eyes bloodshot, gripped his arm and clenched his teeth. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of gravel and hurled it at Hati's face!

Hati retreated quickly, but sand inevitably got into his eyes. Suddenly, barbs appeared on Lorne's metal ring, and he punched Hati in the abdomen.

Hati took the hit squarely.

She was able to go toe-to-toe with him without being at a disadvantage, and sure enough, the blood she drew was given to him.

"Oh? You're not just any rat, you're the most cunning one in the gutter." Hati nonchalantly wiped the blood from his abdomen, a smile playing on his lips. He took a step back, assuming a fighting stance. "Looks like you won't be leaving this ring alive today."

"Who knows who will fail to make it, my esteemed prince." Lorne curled his index finger, licking the remaining hot blood on the ring with the tip of his tongue, as if savoring a delicious meal. Behind him, a puppet half a meter taller than him slowly stood up.

"How dare you treat someone like an ant if they don't take it seriously?"

As dusk deepened, the wolfish instincts of both men were gradually awakened.

The battle intensified, and the moves became increasingly dangerous.

Although bringing a puppet to fight two against one is very unfair, the fact that he could fight a pure-blooded werewolf for so long left everyone in the stands speechless.

The puppet was thrown off the stage halfway through the battle.

With the final blow, Hati struck Lorne in a vital spot, and Lorne collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up.

Hati picked up the silver sword blade that had been used to assassinate him from the ground, walked over indifferently, and pointed the tip of the sword at Lorne.

He still looked at him as if he were an insignificant ant: "You think you're worthy of messing with my people?"

"Hahahahaha—" Lorne laughed with his neck tilted back. There wasn't a single good piece of flesh left on his body, and blood gushed out of his mouth with every laugh.

The laughter was a mixture of demonic and bestial qualities, quite chilling.

Lorne was not afraid at all; in fact, he seemed quite at ease: "I've known her for a long time, and one thing she said was true: she's the only one who can truly capture your heart."

Hati's aura surged, and without a moment's hesitation, the silver sword pierced Lorne's heart.

Lorne's eyeballs suddenly bulged out, the pain contorting his face, but the pure blood in his body was circulating wildly, so he quickly felt no pain and continued to laugh wildly. The scene was so bizarre that it sent chills down one's spine.

He somehow managed to push himself up from the ground, inch by inch, through the blade.

The entire audience gasped in shock.

Loren's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Hati. His voice suddenly softened, and he tilted his head, adopting an innocent yet cruel expression: "I only mentioned her once, and you're already this agitated?"

"..."

Hati's face was as cold as a frozen lake, revealing no emotion.

Lorne laughed even harder, with a teasing, cat-and-mouse vibe: "What if I told you that we're in love and decided to elope...wouldn't you just explode? Hahahaha—"

"..."

Then he abruptly stopped speaking: "Oh, unfortunately, I forgot..."

As if recalling something extremely amusing, she lowered her voice and said, "In order to deceive the eyes of your tribe, you've always acted as if you didn't care about her at all, which is why you drove her away... Hahaha, how pathetic! Even though you're so angry inside that you want to tear me apart, you have to pretend to be indifferent on the surface."

There could be no more bloody humiliation than this.

All that remained in Hati's ears was the muffled sound of blood rushing through his veins and the violent pounding of his heart.

He parted his lips: "My father always says I'm domineering, but why do I feel like I'm actually quite kind?"

The silver sword was twisted and turned in his hand, then suddenly pulled out and slashed at his neck.

Lorne's smile vanished. His expression changed, and he gripped the falling blade with both hands: "Since you know that human so well, you must have noticed the faint red mark on the back of her neck on their engagement night?"

Hati's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

As if that wasn't enough, Lorne continued to verbally torture the other person's nerves: "And... there's that tiny cinnabar-like mark half an inch below her left breast..."

"..."

"It's especially enchanting under the moonlight, isn't it?"

"Buzz—!"

Just as Lorne finished speaking, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind!

The puppet, which had already rolled off the stage, suddenly seized this excellent opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Hati's expression hardened, and he drew his sword to slash at the puppet with lightning speed—

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

The muffled thuds of two sharp weapons piercing flesh were almost simultaneous, so clear, so deadly.

Hati's body stiffened abruptly. Looking down, he saw a small metal sword deeply embedded in his abdomen. The one holding the sword was none other than Lorne, who was smiling like a devil behind him.

Lorne hunched his back, his lips almost touching Hati's ear: "Now...my dear prince, do you still think this is a pointless farce?"

He imitated Hati's actions, turning the hilt of his sword.

"You didn't do as well as her in this respect," Lorne chuckled, as if commenting on a wayward student. "How could you possibly be distracted standing next to someone as cunning and treacherous as me? Especially over a woman."

Blood gushed from the blade as Hati turned and delivered a solid kick to Lorne's chest.

This time, no force was held back.

Lorne's sneer froze, shattered, and turned into unbelievable pain and horror.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the stone pillars at the edge of the arena and flying more than ten meters away.

Hati stood alone on the ring. A sudden gust of wind, carrying snowflakes, swept up his golden hair, causing a lady's pearl hair clip pinned to his chest to fall to the ground and be blown into the snow.

The ice on the stands thickened, and the strong winds snapped the railings in half.

Panic screams rose and fell, and some spectators began to flee.

Queen Hui, who had remained calmly seated on her high platform even after witnessing her son being stabbed, could no longer remain still. Holding her scepter, she shouted, "Hati! Enough!!"

The scepter struck the ground heavily, as if silently protecting and suppressing the sudden storm.

Hati walked off the ring without even lifting his eyelids, completely ignoring the chaos on the scene.

His voice was not loud, but it was like the cold wind of the Arctic, clearly penetrating the snow and reaching Queen Hui's ears: "Mother, this man harbors evil intentions and is trying to disrupt the grand plan to break the curse. Don't let him die... too easily."

*

Xia Yangyang had been hiding in the underground cold pool, where she had hand warmers bought from the system store that could completely insulate her from the cold.

Only two people know about this place.

One was Lorne, but unfortunately he was dead; she witnessed him die in the Challenger Tournament.

The other one is Hati, but he only comes here on the night of the full moon.

Perhaps it was because the scenes during the day were too bloody and violent, or perhaps it was because Hati had left such a heavy shadow on her, but she slept very tiredly that night.

She dreamt that someone picked her up from the edge of a pool and kissed and hugged her repeatedly.

Her hands and feet felt like they were soaking in a sponge, and she couldn't muster any strength.

She felt him lower his head and gently brush the sweaty strands of hair behind her neck with the tip of his nose, completely exposing that most delicate and fair skin.

Warm lips brushed against my skin, soft to the touch, sending a shiver down my spine.

He was searching for the most suitable position, his movements so gentle they were almost tender.

"Hati...?" A trembling, soft voice rang out, its question carrying the subservience and complete surrender of a subordinate to a superior.

"I'm here," he replied softly, stroking her back.

"Don't bite me, I'm afraid of pain, and I really don't want to have a scar."

The lover, who had been as stubborn as a mule, suddenly transformed, begging for mercy in his most endearing tone.

Hati smiled, her voice gentle and indulgent: "How could I bear to bite you? Sister, we are bound partners, I love you the most."

In her dream, she truly felt a sense of relief.

That's true. If he wanted to mark her, he would have done so the very first time they met.

She's human. Even if he marks her, the scent will dissipate in a few days. Why would he mark her?

But the next second—

Firm and irresistible.

His canine teeth pressed precisely against the small patch of flesh, causing it to sink slightly.

Instead of immediately penetrating, there was a brief pause, as if giving her a final moment to accept it.

Then, the force pressed down.

"ah--!"

The stinging sensation was clear, but not an unbearable tearing; it was a feeling of being slowly and resolutely etched into someone's being.

She could feel the blood seeping out, pressed against his warm tongue.

"You'd better give in! You despicable scoundrel, you broke your promise, give in!!"

No matter how much she yelled and bit his shoulder, Hati didn't make a sound the whole time; his heavy, suppressed breathing continued throughout.

He finally finished marking her, and looked at the teeth marks deeply embedded in her flesh.

I heard intermittent sobs and whimpers in my ears, mixed with words like "I'm going to kill you" and "You heartless, rotten dog."

The man simply echoed her words, gently filling her body while slowly and soothingly licking the fresh mark...

This is not a dream.

The system's voice suddenly popped into my mind.

It startled Xia Yangyang awake.

Xia Yangyang: [Ah! What! What did you say?!]

System: [I told you before, no amount of deodorant spray will help. You two slept together, so he can track your location. That's how werewolves' bonds work. Unless it dissipates on its own in a few days.]

Xia Yangyang's lower back was extremely sore: [It's getting better now.]

System: [But he came to see you last night. This time he marked you, making it even harder to erase the mark. And... you're already pregnant. Any more strenuous exercise will require you to take the system's pregnancy-stabilizing medicine. Be careful, or the "money-devouring beast" will eat up all your points!]

Xia Yangyang touched the scabs on the back of her neck; the touch still stung, confirming that last night had indeed happened.

Xia Yangyang rested her chin on her hand, adopting a rather resigned posture: [Who knew that Lorne was such a useless piece of trash? What can we do now? Look at how terrifying he was last night, he probably wanted to strangle me. At least if I hide, I can avoid the limelight. If I keep showing up in front of him every day, what if he gets annoyed and tears me apart?]

System: [How about... you try learning some magic?]

Xia Yangyang: [Is this something you can just learn whenever you want?]

The system pondered carefully: [The demonic energy in the werewolf cemetery isn't thin. If I try my best and only use one earth-burrowing spell, I should be able to succeed.]