Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Jellyfish Garden.

It was a secluded place undisturbed by fish, with layers upon layers of stone steps. The jellyfish couldn't understand the fish's language and were extremely timid, making it a perfect place to cry out loud.

Ian couldn't wipe away all the tears with his two hands, so he had to use his two tentacles to help.

"Oh~~" A gentle, sentimental female voice suddenly rang out, coming from above, "Let me see which little monkey is secretly shedding tears here?"

Ian was startled to be caught doing something shameful, staring at his swollen, walnut-shaped eye sockets and looking around.

Finally, I saw a metallic silver one—a clownfish?

How can there be such an ugly clownfish!

Its eyes were empty and lifeless, its silver body looked like it was pieced together from several rags, and its fins seemed to have been bitten by a fish, with a ring of teeth marks.

Ian sharpened his fangs, baring his ten sharp claws, attempting to intimidate it by asserting his predator status: "Who are you? What's this little monkey? I didn't steal anything, I did it openly!"

The clownfish's expression was as blank as a wooden statue, creating a strange contrast with its emotionally expressive voice.

It laughed and said, "You don't need to know who I am, but I know your mother is going to die."

Ian's eyes widened, and then anger caused scales to grow on its arms.

He walked towards the clownfish and scratched at it with his claws, but the agile clownfish dodged him.

This made him even angrier: "You're talking nonsense!! My mother would never—she would never!!"

The clownfish dodged and led him away from the palace.

"What a lively and energetic child! Don't you want to know what's wrong with your mother?"

"I don't want to listen to you! My mom will tell!"

"It's pathetic that you're still kept in the dark. Hehehe, if you don't listen to me, you'll only be able to hear the truth from her corpse."

As soon as the clownfish finished speaking, it left. Ian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately wrapped his tentacles around it.

It neither avoids nor dodges, as if it's just waiting for him to chase it.

"What happened to my mother?" he asked urgently, tears welling up in his eyes. "Tell me! If you don't tell me, I'll strangle you!"

Seeing that the metal shell was about to deform, the clownfish had finally achieved its goal.

"Her heart has been stolen," the clownfish murmured.

"Who stole it?"

"You..." it drawled out the word, its voice seductive.

Ian's eyes widened: "Nonsense, I didn't!!"

As if it had touched a hot potato, it threw the clownfish away, and the metal crashed to the ground with a "bang".

But the clownfish seemed oblivious to the pain, wagging its tail and swimming back. As Ian retreated, he tripped over his own tentacles, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

The clownfish's ugly, cold face was infinitely close to his.

A chill ran down my spine.

The bloody sound, like a curse, burrowed into his brain, causing waves of excruciating pain as if ants were gnawing at him.

"You stole your mother's heart..."

*

Xia Yangyang was lying on the flint bed, forging a mask with a small stone hammer.

Ever since he begged her so earnestly and was cruelly rejected, he has crushed the mask he always wore.

Now, without the mask to conceal the burns on half of his face, he looks even more ferocious, like a demon crawling out of hell.

She hits the ground three times, rests for a moment, catches her breath, and then hits it three more times.

Fortunately, gold is soft enough that even with her half-hearted pastimes, she can barely recover to half of her former appearance.

She held up the mask to polish it, and suddenly the ground shook as if there had been an earthquake.

She thought it was just her imagination that her time was coming to an end, but the shaking became more and more violent. The basin tilted, and she even fell off the bed. The gold tassel pendant of the luminous pearl crackled.

Right next to her, cracks appeared in the ground, and the cracks quickly widened into deep trenches during the tremors, causing all the decorative items and furniture to sink into them.

A mermaid maid swam in in a panic and helped her up from the ground: "It's too dangerous here, I'll take you to the open space in the front hall!"

"Thank you." Xia Yangyang was too weak to move her arms and legs and was dizzy from being jostled around.

The tremors subsided slightly when they reached the front hall.

The magnificent left and right side halls have collapsed to varying degrees, while only the main hall still stands.

The normally empty white ground was now filled with the injured marine residents.

Xia Yangyang turned to the mermaid and asked, "What's wrong? Was there an earthquake underwater?"

The mermaid maid helped her lean against a low pillar. She was also terrified: "It looks like there hasn't been such a big earthquake in the ocean for a long time."

Suddenly, something popped into Xia Yangyang's mind, and she searched among the group of mermaids.

She felt a sense of emptiness and unease when she missed it on the first scan.

I stood up, leaning on the low pillar, and searched carefully again, but I still couldn't find the little golden figure from my memory.

She grabbed the arm of the maid beside her, her voice slightly unsteady: "Where's Ian? I haven't seen him come out?"

The maid, having just escaped death, momentarily lost her composure: "Don't worry, the young lord has other maids watching over him; he's definitely escaped to a safer place."

"Where is safer than here?"

"The young monarch's Brahma Palace is further north; he must have gone to the Jellyfish Garden in the north to take refuge."

Xia Yangyang nodded, leaning nervously against the low pillar, her mind buzzing with a million flies.

Where did Victor go? He must have gone to quell the earthquake?

Is he still busy catching the Black Witch? Does he know about the earthquake here?

He shouldn't have been so persistent; in such a dangerous situation, he should have stayed by Ian's side.

Will Ian be alright? She hasn't seen Ian in a long time, not since she woke up.

What if that rascal escapes the maid's sight and runs off to play somewhere else?

Xia Yangyang's knuckles turned white as she gripped the light blue cloak tighter and tighter...

"The monarch has returned!"

Someone shouted first, and instantly, countless eyes were drawn to that broad and tall figure.

The marine disaster victims, who were filled with suffering and despair, seemed to be infused with new life.

But upon closer inspection, all the mermaids' eyes widened in shock, gradually revealing expressions of horror.

Could it be that the tremor just now was...?

Victor's exposed skin looked as if it had been scorched by a fire; the flesh was stuck together and even emitting black smoke. The pain made his back hunch and his steps unsteady.

Dried blood flowed from his chest, and behind him followed the black witch being escorted.

The black witch looked terrible, and her hands, bound in shackles, were covered in blood.

If she wanted to, no one could find her.

She came out today voluntarily.

Because something far more urgent and serious than the promise made to that human woman had happened, making her even regretful that she hadn't had her heart replaced sooner.

However, it was precisely this incident that made her admire the human woman's foresight and wisdom.

The heart of the ocean cannot be content to remain within the heart of a single living organism; the ocean cannot withstand the repeated reenactments of tragedy.

The melted blood dripped into Victor's eyes, and those terrifying, demonic eyes swept across the faces of everyone present without lingering on any one.

"Where is that human?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

A mermaid maid in the corner raised her hand: "Here she is! Your Majesty, Miss Xia is here, she is unharmed!"

After saying that, she subconsciously tried to comfort Xia Yangyang, but her hand missed its target.

Looking back, there was nothing behind me.

There wasn't a soul in sight near the low pillar.

"Impossible, that can't be..."

"..."

"Just now... just now, Miss Xia, she... she was definitely here..."

A hand, its flesh and blood melting away, brushed past her side, and the maid's pretty face turned deathly pale in an instant.

She thought she was going to die, but to her surprise, the hand simply picked up the gold mask that had fallen to the ground.

The maid immediately prostrated herself at Victor's feet, trembling as she confessed, "I deserve to die! I deserve to die! I failed to keep an eye on Miss Xia!"

The long silence overhead was harder to bear than any winter.

She dared to peek through a crack in her fingers at her monarch.

All I saw was my own monarch smiling at that mask... though that smile was hardly any better than a ghost's.

Victor put the mask on his face: "Where did she go?"

The maid buried her head in her arms again: "Miss Xia inquired about the young lord's whereabouts not long ago... Perhaps, perhaps she went to the Jellyfish Garden to look for him!"

A dark cloak billowed over her head, dispelling the gloom and the stench of blood.