Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Human biological genetic organization.

In the cold, gray-toned laboratory, invisible ultraviolet light strips are pasted between the cracks in the walls.

A naked red-haired woman was shoved and pushed by seven or eight large hands and stuffed into a snow-white sealed bag, which was then submerged in a rectangular experimental chamber.

The red-haired woman's eyes were as clear as a child's.

Her face was filled with fear, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she shook her head frantically.

But this did not earn the researchers the slightest sympathy.

The zipper was pulled up from her struggling ankles all the way to her head, completely encasing the poor woman in a vacuum bag.

A button was pressed, and the top of the experimental tank was slowly sealed, along with the struggling woman.

The wriggling bag gradually went silent, and several red, blue, and yellow wires were connected, one end to the computer and the other to the head of the experimental chamber.

"Initiate electronic brain memory import." The lead researcher stared at the experimental chamber.

The computer researcher nodded, his keyboard clicking rapidly, and flashing blue lights began to transmit continuously along the wires.

All the researchers gathered around.

Men and women alike are watching this moment that marks the turn of the century.

Ten minutes later, the blue light disappeared.

As the hatch slowly opened, a cold mist drifted out.

Excitement and eagerness were evident in the researchers' eyes as they stared intently at the experimental chamber.

The female researcher stepped forward and unzipped the zipper again.

The red-haired woman slowly sat up from the bag, and as her cleavage was briefly revealed, a white bathrobe instantly wrapped around her.

She was wrapped in a bathrobe and gently patted the female researcher's hand. The researcher's hand trembled with excitement. After withdrawing her hand, she couldn't help but call out respectfully—

"PhD."

"Doctor..." "Doctor?" "Doctor!" "Doctor!!"

A mix of excitement and tentative exploration ensued.

The red-haired woman curled her red lips into a smile, her deep, dark green eyes sweeping over her group of students as if searching for something.

She slowly buttoned her bathrobe around her waist.

"Where's Victor?"

The lead researcher wiped away tears of excitement. He was the doctor's first disciple and the main person in charge of the research on the second generation of mutated tentacle monsters.

The second-generation research failed, and he couldn't get out of the shadow for three whole years. Now he is disheveled and looks like a piece of rotten wood.

"I'm sorry, Doctor... I couldn't fulfill your last wish." His voice was bitter and hoarse. "Three years ago, the 'second-generation embryo' transplant failed, and Victor was released back into the sea by the second-generation human mother."

Jiang Li's eyes suddenly lit up, like two stars twinkling in the night sky. She asked "Oh" in return, and her body involuntarily leaned forward.

"Then he must be the king of the ocean, right?"

The eldest disciple nodded with difficulty: "Yes... he is out of control, the land is being severely eroded, and disasters... are happening constantly."

Jiang Li suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh that was a mixture of joy and madness.

"What else? He's my most successful experiment, how could I let humanity down?"

The research room was deathly silent, except for the echoes of laughter reverberating through the walls.

Jiang Li stroked her brand-new head of hair... her thick red hair.

She could not forget how she died.

The child pierced her neck with five fingers, hanging her in the air like a kebab.

With his left hand, he directly ripped off her skull and threw it on the ground.

Indifference, bloodlust, and slaughter.

At the last moment, that beautiful gaze drove her to madness with excitement.

Just thinking about seeing him again gives her a mental orgasm.

The incredibly long legs, shaped like those of Europeans and Americans, stepped out of the experimental chamber.

Jiang Li's green eyes were dark and deep, and her red lips were glossy as she curled them up, like a wild wolf lurking in the darkness.

"He uses the talent I gave him to dominate the ocean, but doesn't think about how to repay the 'homeland' that nurtured him. He's such an ill-mannered child."

*

Victor hated her.

Xia Yangyang closed her eyes and kneaded the man's broad shoulders and neck with all her might.

She hadn't seen Ian for a week, and couldn't even hear him crying. She began to suspect that Victor was abusing Ian in some way.

This can't go on.

She couldn't defend herself against the harm she had done to Ian, but at least she couldn't let this deadlock continue to hold her back.

These days, whenever she mentions Ian, Victor becomes defensive, his logic so impeccable that she has no way to win him over.

Moreover, the system kept reminding her to hurry up and find the Black Witch to complete Ian's transfer of the Heart of the Ocean.

Then how about—

"Exile me to the Mariana Trench," Xia Yangyang whispered.

The man leaning back on the throne suddenly opened his eyes, his deep green pupils like emeralds from the seabed.

"no."

He didn't say much, but leaned further back in his chair.

Xia Yangyang increased the pressure of her shoulder massage: "I've been reflecting on myself this week. The people I feel most sorry for are you and Ian. To atone for my sins, I'm willing to volunteer to go to the Mariana Trench. Haven't you always wanted to get revenge on me and found me an eyesore?"

The Mariana Trench was the home of the Black Witch, and every year hundreds of thousands of slaves and criminals were sent there to mine gold.

The trench is mysterious and fraught with danger; it is said that there are terrifying prehistoric monsters at the bottom of the trench.

Her tone was sincere and gentle, and Victor's tentacles wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to his face.

"what!"

Xia Yangyang's knees buckled as she was struck by something, and she fell to her knees with a "thud".

Victor's silver hair was tied up with a string of purple gems, his hand supporting his chin, his eyelashes lazily fluttering, while she crawled at his feet like an ant.

"Atony? Dream on! You've already ruined yourself, who am I supposed to atone for?"

Xia Yangyang hugged his tentacle and smiled slightly: "I knew you cared about me."

Victor couldn't pull it out, his brow furrowed tightly: "What would give me more pleasure than killing you is making you wish you were dead."

"That's not right." Xia Yangyang's smile deepened as she shook her head. "You don't want to exile me, nor do you want to torture me. You say you want to make me wish I were dead, but I don't feel like I'm wishing I were dead. I only feel that you can't bear to part with me."

"..."

"The only thing you did wrong was not letting me see Ian."

Suddenly, Victor wrapped his tentacles around her snow-white neck, strangling her so tightly that she couldn't utter a single word, and her face turned pale.

Like a bright moon hanging in the wild wilderness.

She knew she had hit the nail on the head, which was why she had angered him. His pretentious act had no effect on her; instead, it made him lose face.

The 98% favorability rating in the system backend doesn't lie.

After a while, the man on the throne loosened his grip, tilted his head, and the purple jewel hanging on his forehead shone brightly.

"You're trying to provoke me, aren't you? I won't fall for your tricks again." He smirked.

Xia Yangyang clutched her chest, coughing awkwardly, tears welling in her eyes.

Victor, high above her like an all-seeing god, saw through her thoughts: "You wanted to provoke me with some unrealistic and absurd statements, and in a fit of anger, you did just that..."

"..."

"I won't allow it. I'm going to imprison you in this palace, and you won't be going anywhere."

Xia Yangyang knelt on the ground, her head bowed.

It took her a long time to recover, but her neck still burned.

Victor, impervious to both swords and spears, and seemingly untouchable by either soft or hard tactics, is as difficult to handle as a hedgehog.

Xia Yangyang's dark eyes turned towards the high platform: "What kind of provocation is this? I've already treated you like that, and you still can't bear to banish me. Could it be... that you still love me?"

These words struck a nerve with Victor, and a chilling killing intent suddenly erupted, piercing her like a needle.

Victor looked menacing and terrifying, his face casting a shadowy shadow.

"Xia, Yang, Yang, stop flattering yourself!"

Xia Yangyang raised her neck to confront him.

In the blink of an eye, Elder Turtle entered from the outer hall.

The stalemate was broken.

Elder Turtle glanced at the human woman kneeling on the ground, then looked at the king on the throne with a grim expression, and respectfully handed over a waterproof invitation.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Humanity has sent an invitation to you to participate in a naval review."

Victor accepted the invitation, skimming over the insincere pleasantries.

A mocking laugh escaped his throat: "This is a show of force against us."

"Is Your Majesty going?"

"Why wouldn't I go? Not only will I go, but I'll also bring a congratulatory gift."

"A congratulatory gift?"

"Since humans love to show off at sea, I'll flood a few more of their cities to urge them to train their troops properly."

Victor tore the invitation to shreds and scattered them with a wave of his hand. The fragments were burned to ashes by purple electric sparks as they landed.

He stepped down from the throne and walked out of the hall, with Elder Turtle following closely behind.

Xia Yangyang got up from the ground, patted the non-existent dust off her knees, thinking that this time she was going to have another hot spring bath.

Victor suddenly stopped, pointed to two accompanying officials, and ordered:

"Send this lowly slave to the Mariana Trench."