Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

A female human arrived at the gold mine excavation pit in the Mariana Trench.

Humanity's infamy is second to none among slave groups.

This female human was unable to lift anything with her hands or carry anything on her shoulders, so she was even less favored. On her first day, she ran into the overseer and was whipped half to death with a rattan whip.

Later, even a sea slave could bully her, and some fish bet she wouldn't live more than a week.

This human doesn't eat marine food; she can fill her stomach by picking up seaweed, kelp, and small shrimp from the land, and these things are readily available everywhere.

She seemed to have foreseen her fate and began to live a life of ignominy, giving all her extra food to the strongest half-human, half-snake leader among the slaves.

From then on, he was under the protection of the eldest sister.

After a while, she accumulated more and more leftover food and began to sell it in the slave community.

Other slaves could trade bone spurs, sugar, anesthetics, crab shells, and snake skins for her food.

Gradually, this female human began to earn some respect by digging the pit.

Her business grew bigger and bigger, from reselling food to reselling goods. A snakeskin could be exchanged for three candies, and ten fish bones could be exchanged for a dose of anesthetic.

Sometimes even the foreman would come to her to exchange for some candy, or ask her to help with the accounts.

Later, she used sweet words to coax the eldest sister into doing her job as well, and then she never went down into the mine again.

She was very curious about the Black Witch and always liked to think about it, staying in her cell every day without going out.

Once, the eldest sister hadn't seen her for three days in a row, so she went to look for her in her room and found her lying on the bed with her back to the door, fast asleep.

When I shook her shoulder, I realized it wasn't her at all, but a stone wrapped in a tattered black cloth.

The real her has disappeared.

Losing a slave in a slave pit is no big deal; if they die, they die; if they're lost, they're lost.

But the overseer would never have imagined that one day, His Majesty the Monarch would personally come to the ocean trench to find this human!

The foreman, trembling with fear, managed to utter only one sentence: "That human died just a few days after he arrived."

"She went into the trench herself, probably encountered some monster and died at the bottom..."

The leader of the group burst out from the pile of slaves: "No! Yangyang has disappeared. These damned overseers must have coveted her goods and kidnapped her! If Yangyang is dead, it's their fault!"

"You, you, you—!! Don't make false accusations!"

The leader, her snake-like body towering several heads above the overseer, pointed menacingly at him:

"It's you! Every time Yangyang sells something, you use the excuse of confiscating contraband to pocket most of the good stuff for yourself! You're greedy and lustful, and I even caught you sneaking into Yangyang's house in the middle of the night, forcing her to become your mistress!"

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because he still feels very aggrieved when the topic comes up.

That ignorant human, who looked weak and frail, somehow managed to knock him unconscious with a single blow. The next day, he was tied up, naked, and hung on the roof of the mine!

He's never been this embarrassed before!

"Oh?" Victor's face was covered in gold as he rode in the Seven Treasures Pearl sedan chair, but his voice was very pleasant.

The words he uttered sent a chill down the foreman's spine.

"Don't you know that human used to be with me?" Victor said with a half-smile.

With the monarch...

In a simple sense, this phrase means being a lady-in-waiting to a monarch; in a deeper sense, it means being the monarch's bedmate.

If it were the former, how could it be worth the monarch going to such lengths to make a special trip here?

Therefore... it can only be the latter.

The foreman's fishtail immediately trembled, and he prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly with a series of loud thuds.

"That worthless fish is blind and doesn't know that he is the monarch's man! That worthless fish deserves to die! That worthless fish deserves to die! That worthless fish deserves to die..."

Bright red bloodstains seeped onto the golden ore.

The foreman's forehead had white, fleshy patches that were turned outwards.

He kowtowed for a long time, and the monarch, who was faintly visible inside the sedan chair, yawned.

A purple tentacle with gold patterns emerged from under the white gauze, coiling him from tail to head and lifting him into the air.

A lazy voice, like shards of ice, pierced my ear: "Since you've already said you deserve to die, if I don't punish you, it'll make you lose face too."

The overseer realized something was wrong, but it was too late: "No, no, no... Your Majesty! Your Majesty—!"

The next second, the living fish was squeezed and burst into a bloody mist, its tentacles spreading into the seawater.

The slaves present were all horrified at the sight, but dared not utter a sound.

With the overseer gone, Victor casually assigned a new one, and without lingering, left with his grand procession.

The eldest sister's eyes reddened, and she mustered her courage to take two steps forward: "Your Majesty, wait!!"

The procession was stopped, and Victor turned around impatiently to look at the sea serpent.

The eldest sister, prostrate on the ground, asked, "Aren't you going to find Yangyang?"

Victor remained as calm as still water, waving his hand to signal the honor guard to continue.

After a long while, a faint voice drifted over: "Just a human being, death is death."

He doesn't care.

but.

I really don't care, who would make a special trip to come here?

He could only say such things because he knew clearly that Xia Yangyang was not dead.

Starting a day ago, he found that he could no longer sense her through the seawater and suspected that she had done something to it. So he came to see for himself today, and sure enough, that was the case.

She ran away.

All those days, all her talk of repentance, love, and longing was fake, all fake.

The palanquin armrests beneath Victor's large hands were crushed.

He stared blankly ahead.

My heart is as cold as ice.

"Go to the Black Witch's shop," he said suddenly.

She shouldn't think she can get rid of him so easily.

I don't think about it!

She wanted to escape, but he insisted on entangled with her. He wanted the two of them to take knives and stab each other in the ribs, turn around, and stir them up until blood was everywhere!

Halfway back, the sedan chairs turned around, and the seahorses drove them back towards the Mariana Trench.