Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"Thank you for your generosity, Vivian," he suddenly said, his deep voice unable to hide his amusement. "I remember the time I saw you in the palace gardens, your hair looked like molten gold in the sunlight."

Vivian's ears turned bright red, and she lowered her head. It was the first time she had met the leader, and she was very nervous at the time.

"You're like a wary fox, not letting me get close, and not even giving me the chance to lift your skirt. It's the first time someone has rejected me so ruthlessly. I'm really not used to that feeling."

Lifting the hem of her skirt?

Vivian was taken aback. Was that really the case?

But seeing that the leader was in a good mood, she stopped thinking about it too deeply.

Hati leaned down, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his breath warm: "You look beautiful today, Vivian."

She was already surprised that he dressed up like this today; she thought that after he finished washing up, he would take her to the altar.

Unexpectedly, after saying those words of praise, he took a step back, bowed very gentlemanly, and extended his hand in a standard gesture of inviting someone to dance.

"It's still early," he said, a glint of something she couldn't decipher flashing in his golden eyes. "Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance?"

Vivian covered her mouth in shock with both hands, her heart pounding in her chest: "Chief, Chief, am I dreaming? Now...now? But the ceremony is about to begin."

"Now is the time." A familiar, eccentric smile curved his lips. "Let's go to the main hall. The floor there is smooth and even. There are no ushers or audience members, just us."

Hati looked at Vivian's hand in front of him, placed it in his own palm, and fell into a daze.

He seemed to smell the fragrance of roses again.

The morning bells of St. Sveta toll.

Come with me, and never come back.

Thank you, Hati, but I can't leave here anymore.

But this time, he gripped her hand tightly, pulling her up from the seat and into his arms.

In the distance, at the sacred site of the cemetery, the werewolf clan was making final preparations for a grand sacrificial ceremony, with the sounds of their commotion faintly audible.

He led her, spinning her around in the empty main hall.

Every dance step carried the unique power of the werewolf race, yet he subtly restrained it, making it appear restrained and elegant.

The palace doors were wide open; there was no music, only the wind blowing through the stone pillars.

"Look down," he said, turning Vivian around so she was facing the distance.

Vivian let out a gasp of surprise.

The distant eastern dawn illuminated this northern snowfield, making it both magnificent and desolate, and the people moving on the ground looked like tiny ants.

"They were all busy with the ritual, praying for the sacrifice that was about to take place, while we, like the Grim Reaper, faced the transience of life, appreciated the fear that others showed in order to survive, and enjoyed it all."

He smiled, not his usual flamboyant smile, but a restrained smile, carrying endless meaning.

"Tell me, at this moment, who is the winner in life?" he asked Vivian.

"Chief, I...I...I'm so excited I don't know what to say! I'm so sorry! I've been incredibly rude!"

Hati smiled and said, "It's alright."

The giant bell on the clock tower struck six times.

The two slowed their dance steps and eventually stopped.

"It's time," he said softly, turning to look at Vivian beside him. "Are you scared?"

Vivian clutched her chest, her equally brown eyes filled with love and adoration: "Don't be afraid! Because I believe you are a trustworthy and great leader, and I also believe that with you here, the Northern Region will one day be able to successfully break the curse."

I wish that person could say something like that.

Hati's tense jaw twitched twice as he pulled her into his arms: "I'm really grateful to you. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you... You've worked so hard before, leave the rest to me."

"Yes! I believe you!"

The composure on his face faded, replaced by a calm that suppressed a raging, murderous aura.

*

On both sides of the road stood the wolf clan's most elite warriors and high-ranking elders.

Their eyes burned with excitement and anticipation, as they watched the two people walking toward the sacred altar of the tomb, their gazes filled with the anticipation and elation of finally being freed after enduring five hundred years of curse.

Their young new leader held her elbow firmly in an almost protective gesture, calm and unhurried, as if he were not holding a lamb to be sacrificed, but his proud bride whom he was about to show to the whole tribe.

The base of the altar was an enormous circular stone platform, engraved with ancient runes, which now shone with a faint, slumbering light.

Vivian was extremely nervous. She could feel a deep and powerful energy pulsating beneath her feet.

Is this the ancient werewolf formation that requires the combined strength of the entire clan to activate?

She exhaled, and before she knew it, her palms were sweaty.

"Aren't you afraid of the pain?" He suddenly cupped her face in his hands.

That dazzling, enchanting face was magnified before my eyes, his forehead intimately pressed against hers.

Vivian was abruptly interrupted before she could even feel fear.

"No, I'm not afraid!!" Her eyes were bright as she shook her head firmly.

In an instant, a sharp pain shot through his palm, revealing a bloody gash running across it, from which blood gushed. His sharp fingernails had also left the same bloody gash on his own palm.

He grasped her hand, their two bleeding palms intertwined, fingers pressed tightly together.

Blood and water mingled.

One drop, two drops... dripped down the wrist and onto the core of the formation.

In an instant, the white holy light was stained red by drops of blood, spreading rapidly from the center to the edge of the altar.

Hati closed his eyes, and a deep, clear incantation flowed from his lips in the ancient and obscure language of the wolf tribe:

"Blood ties are my guide, willpower is my fuel; I ask my fellow clansmen to lend me a hand."

Upon hearing the incantation, the wolf pack was filled with excitement, as if they had finally waited for this moment, and they all howled to the sky.

Hundreds and thousands of beams of light, some strong and some weak, surged toward the center of the magic array, where the two stood.

"Buzz—!"

The entire altar trembled violently, and a beam of light shot into the sky, completely engulfing the two of them! The runes seemed to come alive, flowing rapidly along their predetermined paths, and the powerful energy field nearly distorted space itself.

"Ancestors who slumber within the radiance of your bloodline, please heed the prayers of your descendants..."

The strong winds that rose from the magic circle made their hair fly wildly.

"Chief!" an elder presiding over the magic array suddenly cried out, "The magic array is malfunctioning!!"

Indeed, the light on the altar was not the soft white described in the magic book, but had become sharp and deadly, as if someone was defying the heavens.

Hati gazed into the distant void, his heart clenching for a moment.

But the next moment, he gripped Vivian's hand even tighter.

"That's right." Hati's golden eyes shone like the rising sun. "This is today's ceremony."

The moment the words were spoken, the pupils of the elders who were in charge of the formation were shocked. Before they could react, their throats were slit and they fell to the ground.

Emerging from behind them was another group of young and robust new elders, their faces covered in iron armor, ruthless and cold, who took over the formation.

In a short while, the wolf pack outside the altar was thrown into chaos.

"He lied to us!" "This isn't a sacrificial ritual!" "He's trying to steal our werewolf power!" "We don't need a leader like this!!"

Some werewolf warriors, unaware of the situation, realized they were caught in a huge conspiracy and tried to break through the barrier, but they were all repelled.

Everything became shocking.

Hati sighed.

Gentle yet helpless, like silk wrapping around Vivian's heart.

Vivian felt so sorry for the person in front of her. She tentatively and cautiously leaned into his arms and hugged his waist.

"Why are you sighing, Chief? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you did a great job."

Hati raised his hand, and the silvery-white ice shield visibly thinned, cracking from the impact of the werewolves outside, with the cracks multiplying.

"Run away quickly..."

His voice was so soft it was almost drowned out by the roar of the barrier shattering, as if some fleeing figure were right in front of him.

"After enduring so much, we should be able to run even faster now."

He thought that what he left her should be enough for her to live on.

As for what he needs to do...

Vivian knew how dangerous what Hati was going to do was, and she wanted to be with her, but she was swept away from the cemetery by a force.

Countless wolf warriors roared, their claws and fangs gleaming coldly as they surged forward.

He exhaled a breath of cold air, and in an instant, a white light flashed, and indistinct chunks of flesh, large and small, were scattered all over the ground, without a single drop of blood staining his clothes.

One after another, werewolf warriors charged forward, but before they could get even a fraction closer, they were repelled by the force.

The werewolf race needs a complete reshuffle.

He will not allow any of his people who are disloyal to him to enjoy the fruits of his victory, or to commit acts of deliberate rebellion under his protection.

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, and a fierce wind blew.

It was as if a crack had been torn open in the void.

Countless wisps of black mist shot out from it, killing anyone they encountered. The entire altar was covered in snow, and blood flowed for miles.

A cloud of fear swept across the entire northern region.

Hati, who was closest to the crack, stood still, his cheeks and arms covered in bloody scratches.

He stood motionless as the black mist before him gradually solidified.

An evil laugh echoed across the entire northern region. It came from a huge, fat, rotting witch with a hooked nose that almost reached her lips.

"Hehehe... Jonathan's junior, you're the one who awakened me, you adorable little guy, what's your name?"

A giant hand formed from black mist slowly reached out towards Hati, the movement almost like a caress, yet it brought a bone-chilling cold.

"Please call me 'Hati,' senior Taya." Hati's demeanor was impeccably composed. He leaned forward slightly, like a gentleman treating a lady, and took the large hand with his right hand, placing a respectful kiss on it. "I'm truly sorry, but with my meager strength, I can do nothing more than wake you up to alleviate your pain."

So the restriction wasn't lifted after all. No wonder she felt sleepy again after just stretching.

However, looking around at the corpses strewn everywhere, Jonathan would probably be so angry he'd vomit blood, hahaha, it's really funny to think about.

"You... no, you're still trapped in the Northern Region? Heh heh heh, how many years has it been?"

"Senior, it's been five hundred years."

"Oh, five hundred years..." Taya's voice trailed off, like countless fragments rubbing together. Suddenly, she pressed close, her hooked nose almost touching Hati's forehead. "So, what is your purpose today? Is it to ask me to break the curse, or to avenge your ancestors?"

That terrifying pressure was enough to crush an ordinary werewolf warrior into mincemeat.

But Hati remained unmoved; the scars on his body did not diminish his composure in the slightest, but rather made him look even more like a true nobleman.

"No, neither. Back then, our elders and ancestors had their own difficulties. Whether the stories passed down are true or false, they all emphasize your anger, how you could feel such intense anger towards someone you deeply loved..."

He seemed to be caught up in the same memory halfway through his sentence, and shook his head bitterly: "No one can ask you to forgive the werewolves."

Suddenly, Taya's cloudy eyes widened in shock.

Then he gathered all his strength and slammed it into the ground beneath his feet, and the giant magic circle that sealed her consciousness cracked open like a spiderweb from where he stood.

A gust of wind blew, and it shattered everywhere.

"The werewolf clan should have done this a long time ago." He put his trembling, aching hand behind his back, the cuts on his knuckles revealing the bone, but his sincerity remained undiminished.

Five hundred years have passed, and the past grudges and entanglements have long since turned to dust.

She didn't know Jonathan's descendant, and she certainly didn't hate him.

She has always hated Jonathan, the one from back then who both feared and used her.

"You must have been very lonely, living alone in a dark and sunless tomb for five hundred years," Ha asked.

Taya, resting her chin on her hand with a rather bored expression, scoffed, "Hmph, you call yourself a brat, who do you think you are, daring to pity me?"

"It's not out of pity, I'm doing it willingly."

Hati's eyes held nothing but sincere admiration: "I want to stay by your side, by the side of the greatest magician who single-handedly quelled the war between the human and werewolf races. If you agree, it will be my greatest honor."

Faced with this junior's "abrupt" request, Taya's massive body, formed from black mist, froze for a moment.

It seemed like an utterly absurd trap, yet she couldn't find a single word to refuse it.

Are the werewolf leaders of each generation becoming more adept at sweet talk than the last?

"What a joke! Look at me, kid." Taya hooked his chin with one fingertip, and the accompanying black mist left marks on his face.

"I am no longer the sorceress Taya. I am a monster, an incarnation of a curse filled with resentment that has been sealed for five hundred years. What you will be with is eternal darkness."

Hati, completely unperturbed, cupped her terrifying hands in his own and pressed them against his cheeks: "So what if I'm one more in the darkness?"

Taya fell silent.

The churning black mist in the air sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted. After a long while, the sound of fragments rubbing together rang out again.

With a hint of barely perceptible anger and helplessness after being touched.

"...Whatever you want."

The black mist slowly receded, no longer appearing so aggressive.

She touched the young leader's brow with her long, curved nails.

As streaks of white light were drawn out, after the excruciating pain of his soul being separated from his body, his soul was completely ripped out without any chance to recover, and was swept into the gap in the air.

……

The Northern Region entered a nineteen-year period of no leader, with only ten elders maintaining order.

The new rules for tribal unification established by the newly appointed young chief, after purging out rebels and stubborn old-fashioned elements, were able to develop in the long term.

This laid the foundation for the werewolf race to break the curse and integrate into human society.

There are 18 years and 9 months left until the Northern Curse is lifted.