Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The Black Witch's shop was vandalized.

That dwelling, so full of ancient fairy tale charm, has been reduced to ruins. Xia Yangyang finally understands why the Black Witch was so reluctant when she asked her for help.

I had expected this day to come.

Xia Yangyang sighed, but seeing how prepared the Black Witch was, she felt relieved.

A flying, broken seashell grazed her calf, causing her to hiss in pain. Looking down, she saw only a dark bloodstain, with no blood flowing out.

Her blood was flowing too slowly; if it weren't for the black witch's compassionate magic, the rate at which she was pumping blood wouldn't have been enough to sustain her life.

Victor stood on the ruins, and all sorts of colorful and exotic fish swam past him as if fleeing for their lives.

He didn't find Xia Yangyang's heart, nor did he find the Black Witch.

His shoulders were drooping, and although there was no wind in the sea, sand blew into his eyes.

The first time she saw this unruly, arrogant, and rude guy, her eyes welled up with tears.

Xia Yangyang sat cross-legged in the sedan chair, looking at the ocean beyond the light gauze like a serene Maitreya Buddha.

She asked the system, "[What does 99 favorability points mean?]"

Amazingly, after discovering she was about to die, the monster didn't seek a new love interest, but instead "dinged" and its affection level increased a little.

System: [It means our souls are united, our spirits are intertwined, I love you so much I'd rather die in your place.]

Xia Yangyang smiled: [That kind of love is quite unhealthy.]

Although she didn't truly feel Victor's so-called deep love, it was probably because the entanglement of love and hate between them was too profound.

System: [This varies from person to person.]

Xia Yangyang: [Please don't make this kind of thing in the next world, I really can't handle it.]

She stroked her chin, pondering for a moment: [Ideally, someone with a hard heart, someone who doesn't care about us, so it's easier for me to leave the child behind and run away.]

After a brief pause, the system interacted with the panel and displayed: [No problem.]

Several mermaid henchmen came to Victor's side, all bringing bad news.

Victor finally realized the importance of interrogating her, the instigator, and turned his head away as if he were a moving mountain.

He gripped her shoulders with a large, iron-like hand: "What kind of deal did you make with her?!"

Xia Yangyang endured his terrible actions, but strangely, she didn't feel afraid.

It seems that subconsciously, she had already decided that his bottom line would always be lowered for her time and time again.

Victor's eyes were broken, glistening with tears, filled with the despair of being on the verge of collapse.

Rather than interrogating him, it was more like he had grasped at the last straw in the Dead Sea.

Xia Yangyang couldn't possibly tell.

She is always ruthless, resolute, and cunning. Even if you suppress a thousand of her thoughts, she will still find the ten thousand and first one to achieve her goal.

Just like her now, it's clearly her betrayal, her lies, and her constant talk of atonement.

But it was he who suffered the painful punishment.

She doesn't care, she doesn't even care about her own life, so what does she care about? What is it that's worth giving up her heart for?

Victor was completely baffled.

His eyes were red from the confusion of his thoughts.

Two streams of hot, glistening tears welled up in his eyes and then melted into the vast, boundless sea.

He often saw her cry, but he never knew that it tasted so bitter.

"You're so warm." The frail person deliberately avoided answering.

As if she had found his weakness—that he couldn't bear to be mean to her anymore—she leaned against his chest, following the strength of his palm.

But Victor realized something was wrong.

His body temperature has remained constant at 15 degrees Celsius year-round; she should have thought he was cold.

She said he was warm, which only means that her body temperature was lower than his... But she is a human being.

How can human body temperature drop to such a low level...?

The person in my arms was as cold as ice.

"Hug me, Victor."

She smiled at him, just as she had when they first met.

Despite her pale and fragile complexion, she possessed a magical charm that made her radiate a vibrant, blooming life from her eyes to her cheeks.

Victor's throat tightened, and he pulled her close to his chest, wrapping her in several layers of thick waterweed blankets.

The journey back was tedious and long.

But the atmosphere between the two, which was usually so hostile, had never been so harmonious.

Xia Yangyang yawned: "I'm so sleepy."

One sentence was enough to make Victor's eyes turn red again.

He suddenly raised his voice: "Don't sleep!!"

Their cheeks were pressed together, and his shout made her eardrums ache. She couldn't help but pull away, but he pulled her back.

Victor's throat was hoarse, and as if he regretted his actions, he pecked at her forehead.

"When we get back, I'll have Ian play with you..."

Although Xia Yangyang hated that he kissed her like that, she still nodded.

The kiss on her forehead was too passionate for her to reciprocate, and she felt she didn't deserve it.

After a while, Xia Yangyang said again, "Don't call Ian anymore, I just want you to be with me."

Victor's fingers tightened around the straw blanket, his knuckles turning white.

As if trying to hide something, Xia Yangyang smiled and said, "Ian's wailing voice is too awful. I'm afraid I'll faint from crying because of it."

Actually, she didn't want Ian to see her like this, lest it traumatize the child.

Victor didn't respond for a long time, but simply rested his chin on the top of her head and held her like that.

Xia Yangyang couldn't see his face, nor did she know whether his eyes were closed or open.

*

Victor would not let any trace of the Black Witch slip by.

A bounty was issued, and a thorough search was conducted across the entire sea area. No matter how busy they were, they would personally go and monitor any suspected leads.

If he couldn't get Xia Yangyang to talk, he tried getting someone else to talk.

After working non-stop for several days, dark circles appeared under his eyes, and blood vessels appeared in the whites of his eyes.

Several times, Xia Yangyang felt a pang of sympathy for Victor and thought she should just tell him the truth, but she held back. She was afraid that all her efforts would be in vain and that Victor would win back her heart.

To maintain her body temperature, Victor went to a dormant underwater volcano and quarried volcanic rock. He used the warm volcanic rock to build her a bed, similar to a heated kang bed in Northeast China.

Xia Yangyang rested on it, and against the backdrop of the bright red volcanic rocks, her face finally regained a touch of rosy color.

That day, Xia Yangyang ate and drank her fill, enjoying the last few peaceful days in this world.

A heavy punch suddenly slammed into her side of the face, startling her so much that she sat up like a rabbit. The volcanic rock bed had already collapsed where the punch landed.

She looked at the person who had come in with a panic.

Victor was almost driven mad by her appearance, wishing he could smash open her brain to see what was inside.

"Are you determined to wear yourself out?!"

Xia Yangyang hugged the straw blanket, huddled in the corner of the bed, tears welling in her eyes, looking pitiful.

Perhaps she found that playing the victim was particularly effective.

He pretended to be innocent every time.

Victor knew how ugly and terrifying he looked now, probably like a crazed monster, with his own reflection visible in her eyes.

He covered the face reflected in the mirror, his fingers digging deep into his hair, gradually sliding down until they finally fell limply to his sides.

Her silver hair had grown quite a bit longer, draped over her shoulders like a silken ribbon soaked with water.

He changed from standing to kneeling, with his waist level with the bed.

As if playing their last card, their posture was humble, almost pleading: "I'm asking you, what about Ian?"

Xia Yangyang's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly as she turned her head to one side, as if she didn't want to answer the question.

But Victor wouldn't let her dodge. He grabbed her arm and looked up at her sparkling amber eyes from below.

"You keep saying you love him, but now you don't consider him at all. Is this how you love him? You've abandoned him twice?"

Yes.

Ian, the Achilles' heel she had been desperately trying to avoid.

A tangled mess lay before her, and she was given a few seconds to untangle it. Being clumsy, she couldn't think of a solution and could only quickly cut it down.

So she closed her eyes and responded with words that would make even herself want to slap herself: "I'm sorry to him, but he'll understand me in the future."

Victor cupped her face in his hands, the two of them very close, nose to nose.

A surge of deep affection flowed between them as their eyes met.

"Yangyang, if you don't say anything, who will understand you?"

"..."

"That's the heart, not anything else. You want to escape the ocean, escape me, take Ian with you, or even have peace between land and sea... but the prerequisite is 'living,' isn't it?"

Highly intelligent marine creatures seek lifelong monogamy.

If one dies, the other will either die with them or remain alone for the rest of their life.

Especially for someone like Victor, with his ancient bloodline and strong possessiveness, saying such things is tantamount to tearing his own heart apart, mixing it into mud, and then piling it back together.

The more he spoke, the hoarser his throat became.

"Even if it's not for me, for Ian's sake, don't demean yourself so easily."

"..."

"Without life, everything is gone."

Under Victor's expectant gaze, Xia Yangyang's face showed struggle.

The two were so engrossed in the verdict that no one noticed—

Through the cracks in the tightly closed doors of the inner sanctuary, several pale golden, tender tentacles, which had been dormant for a long time, were visible.

The small, golden shadow swayed precariously and disappeared into the gap.