Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The dark corners of the deep sea.

The Black Witch's dwelling is located beneath a forgotten coral reef, where no light can reach.

Her house was a giant black conch shell, cleverly stacked into an intricate building, carved with marine runes, and its walls covered with thick seaweed and barnacles.

It gives people a sense of antiquity and heaviness.

Victor alighted from the sedan chair and entered through the entrance, which was adorned with two rows of sea urchins.

The floor of the single-story house is flat, with a huge black crystal ball hanging in the center. The inside of the ball is like clouds and mist, seemingly sealing the secrets of the deep sea, and strange images flash from time to time.

"Hey~ Your Majesty's presence once again graces my humble abode, bringing great honor to my humble establishment!"

A clear, melodious female voice rang out, and someone ran down the wooden stairs from upstairs.

The person who came appeared to be a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, but her actual age was hard to recall. It seemed that she had been there since the time the ocean existed.

The Black Witch, like Victor, is a half-human, half-octopus fish, except that she is entirely black and has short, thin tentacles, making her completely different from Victor.

At this moment, she was holding her severed tentacle in her left hand and using a long knife in her right hand to slice the tentacle flesh into thin slices and cook them in a large pot of boiling black bubbling water.

She picked up a strainer, stirred the broth, scooped up a spoonful to taste, and exclaimed in praise: "Squid slices are indeed best when they're freshly caught and raised! Would Your Majesty like to try some?"

Victor's brow furrowed so deeply it could crush a hermit crab. He took two steps back in disgust and cut to the chase: "Two days ago, a human came looking for you. Where is she?"

The last time, he sensed that Xia Yangyang's location was with the Black Witch.

The black witch didn't look up at him, continuing to cook: "Your Majesty, you know~ small businesses rely on honesty. If word gets out about customer privacy, how am I supposed to do business—ugh!"

Victor's tentacles swept across, smashing her pot of soup, and the fragrant meat rolled all over the ground.

He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her into the air: "You can do whatever you want with your business, but if you don't tell me where she is, I'll kill you right now."

They were quick and efficient, without any hesitation or delay.

A cold glint flashed in the Black Witch's eyes, which was instantly replaced by a charming innocence. Her black tentacles, like a contaminant, eroded and wrapped around the purple-based, gold-patterned tentacles.

"Your Majesty, you may kill me, but once I die, all transactions made by my shop will be null and void, including those two transactions from three years ago..."

"..."

"You don't care about yourself, but you don't care about the young monarch?"

A crack appeared in Victor's cold expression.

He eased his grip, and the Black Witch fell into the puddle of soup. She cried out in surprise, then regretfully picked up the half-cooked tentacle fragment from the ground, glancing sideways at Victor: "What an extravagant fellow~"

Victor felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze: "What will it take for you to tell me?"

"A deal~"

The black witch strolled behind the counter, took a sip of colored water, and expertly began manipulating the abacus with her fingers.

"An equal exchange. If you want to know a customer's privacy, the price isn't expensive. In exchange for one of your heart scales—ah, sorry~"

The black witch chuckled, and Victor's face darkened again.

"I almost forgot, if you pull out this one, you won't have any left."

"..."

Three years ago, this monarch was far less ruthless than he is now, and foolishly came here to exchange his precious heart-protecting scales for a pair of human legs.

He originally went to land to find that human.

After rescuing Ian by a twist of fate, he rarely went ashore again, as if he had let go of his resentment towards that human.

But now, looking at it, there's no such thing; instead, they've become even more obsessive.

Victor loathed being scrutinized like a commodity, especially by such blatant and critical eyes; he couldn't help but want to gouge the witch's eyes out.

The black witch happened to be looking into his eyes, rubbing her chin: "Your eyes won't do. They're too terrifying. They'll give me nightmares."

"..."

"The tentacles are too thick and large to be made into a specimen, and my place is too small to accommodate them."

"..."

After some deliberation, the black witch suddenly snapped her fingers: "Hair. Haha, your silver hair is dazzling! I can weave it into a scarf to keep warm in winter."

As soon as she finished speaking, Victor picked up the knife on the table, tied his long hair into a bun with his left hand, and cut it off at the base of his neck with his right hand.

His long hair, shimmering like a galaxy of diamonds, was handed from his hand to the black witch.

The black witch's eyes gleamed as she carefully held it, even using leather gloves.

"Is the deal done?" Victor urged.

The black witch's attention was entirely focused on her hair, and she smiled warmly, "Of course, Your Majesty, please take the escalator to the third floor. The human you are looking for is in the ebony storage cabinet on your right as you enter."

Is Xia Yangyang hiding here?

Is it that simple?

Victor felt a surge of humiliation at being deceived.

He wanted to ruin their deal, but when he turned his head, he saw the Black Witch lovingly cradling his hair, even bringing it to her nose to sniff it, treating it like a precious treasure.

He was so disgusted that he wished his hair had never grown on his body.

"You'd better make sure she's really here."

After uttering this harsh remark, he followed the black witch's instructions and disappeared down the stairs.

Silence returned to the surroundings. The Black Witch's smile vanished, replaced by a look of helplessness and weariness on her sixteen-year-old face.

She took out a freshly beating heart from the drawer behind her and wrapped it in Victor's silver hair.

Then he took out the heart-protecting scales he had collected three years ago, placed them on top, and finally dripped a drop of Victor's heart's blood on them.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The heart absorbed the silver hair, making it as clear as crystal.

And with the fusion of that drop of blood, pulsating pink veins grew out of thin air, radiating a dazzling pink light.

The protective scales from the father will become the strongest armor for this heart, ensuring it is not harmed.

"When will this sea area finally give me some peace of mind..." the Black Witch muttered to herself, rubbing her temples.

Without further hesitation, I wrapped my heart in a black cloth and began packing my luggage without stopping.

She had to leave as soon as possible, otherwise everything would be ruined if Victor discovered the human's abnormality and came back to settle scores with her.

Ian, you should be grateful that you have the most precious heart in the world.

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The third floor is filled with specimens of marine life, from giant octopus tentacles to tiny bioluminescent fish.

As Victor stepped onto the thick seaweed carpet, he could almost feel the pulse of the deep sea.

The entire room was filled with a repressive and mysterious atmosphere. Victor immediately spotted the hinged wardrobe, but there was no sound coming from inside, and it was even locked from the outside.

He crushed the lock, and the latch opened with a snap. The moment the lid was lifted, a pure white sight came into view—it was a young girl's dress.

Xia Yangyang sat in the huge wardrobe, her upper body leaning against the wall. When she was discovered, her thin, curled-up body suddenly trembled.

Victor's sinister gaze shifted upwards, meeting that pale face that looked as if it had just died.

"Victor...?"

She shrank into the corner in fear, an instinctive action that made Victor's brows furrow fiercely.

With a swift movement, he scooped the person up and hoisted them onto his shoulder.

It's so cool.

So light?

Victor's face darkened further, becoming gloomy.

He carried the person out, the harsh words he was about to say turning into a twisted, pretentious expression of concern on his tongue:

"You're as thin as a stick. Did a siren drain your life force?"