Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"You're going the wrong way, she's over there." The black witch pointed her blood-stained fingertip to the center of the garden, to the thin human woman who looked as if she could be blown away by a breath.

Her face was ashen, as if she had just searched the Brahma Palace and was asking the merfolk about little Ian's whereabouts, her face covered with deep anxiety.

The oversized, light blue cloak completely enveloped her, making her, already petite, even more difficult to spot.

"I'm not blind." Victor said this without turning his head, and the tentacles on his lower body transformed into a pair of long legs as he left in the opposite direction.

Out of humanitarian concern, the black witch blocked his path: "Didn't you even abandon your son to come find her first? Why won't you even go and say a word?"

Victor: "It's not too late to come back when I bring Ian back."

The black witch raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping from top to bottom: "That's not what you just said, and besides, your current ugly appearance isn't that shameful."

Ugly!

Those three words were like three knives, stabbing straight into his heart.

Victor's eyes flashed with a sinister, chilling light: "...None of your business!"

"I'm just reminding you, you have a mouth under your nose, and you're always putting on a vengeful act... won't you die if you stop pretending?"

The Black Witch may really be too old; she doesn't understand such complex entanglements of love and hate.

Since he knew he was about to do something extremely dangerous, why sow the seeds of future regret? If he were to die on land, would he want to die thinking, "Ah, if only I had said goodbye to her then and there"?

The Dark Witch: "If it weren't for you, Ian would be the one in this state now. The bearers of the Heart of the Ocean are cursed by sunlight, and she doesn't seem to know that."

How could Victor not have noticed?

He guessed it from her righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor every time she mentioned putting the Heart of the Ocean into Ian's body.

The Black Witch tried to help, but she failed.

Victor turned back again and gave Xia Yangyang a deep look: "I hope she never knows about this in her life."

A short sentence encapsulates profound love.

This is from the heart.

This selfless love made the Black Witch suspicious and incomprehensible.

"Do you really love her that much?" she asked.

As soon as she spoke, she received a mocking laugh, a contemptuous glare, and even a hint of pity from Victor.

"She's beautiful, smart, and she bore me a child—that's enough," Victor said.

He mimicked the way she had looked him up and down, looking back with an air of superiority: "Only a fish like you would think love isn't important. But I can understand, who can outlive a thousand-year-old monster like you? We can't talk about anything other than business."

That hurts, branding iron.

In front of her, Victor crumpled up the key that unlocked her handcuffs and tentacle chains.

A lump of iron was thrown to the ground some distance away with a clang.

"Since you took my things, you must fulfill your transaction obligations. I'll give you one day to find the buyer of her heart and put it back in. When I return, I will naturally unlock your chains."

Lying is in a woman's nature, just as they are good at faking orgasms during sex.

If it's not for selfishness or lust, then it's simply a love of charity.

The Black Witch's lie is that she was a third party.

She smiled sweetly and innocently: "Don't worry, our shop has a 100% transaction success rate."

It seems it's going to become 99% now.

Perhaps there is quantum entanglement between people who love each other.

Just as Victor stepped out of the jellyfish garden, Xia Yangyang happened to turn her head and look in this direction.

She caught a glimpse of the fluttering cloak, her expression faltered for a moment, then her face changed drastically, and she hurriedly ran towards it.

Be a person to the end, and see things through to the end.

Now that she has stopped what she should have stopped and advised what she should have advised, the Black Witch has completely exhausted her last bit of conscience.

Okay, so next...

She snapped her fingers, and the handcuffs opened.

It was a miracle that the human could run. She was so weak that she tried to chase after Victor, but the Black Witch stopped her with just one arm.

"Don't worry about Ian, Victor has already gone ashore, he will bring him back safely."

She thought this would comfort her, but when she heard these words, it was as if the sky was about to fall.

The frail human woman's lips trembled: "What...? He can't go, he absolutely can't go! It's a human trap! He can't rescue Ian, and he might not even come back himself!"

The Black Witch was displeased. Why didn't she ask her if she had handed over her heart? And why was she here?

But the human woman seemed to have anticipated everything and asked nothing.

She passed her and ran outside, stumbling and staggering, though her heart couldn't possibly keep her going until she stepped out of the garden.

"Victor! Victor! Victor—! Victor—uh-uh-uh-uh!"

The black witch covered her mouth with her left hand, snapped her fingers, and the shackles bound her.

These human eyes are so beautiful.

Clearly glistening with pitiful tears, yet the light shone with a resolute sharpness, like a sword.

The black witch ran the back of her fingers across her smooth cheek, her gaze filled with pity. She noticed a slight twitch at the corner of her eye.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, human."

"..."

She led Xia Yangyang to a carved stone bench like a dog on a leash, then sat down with an air of noble elegance, her black, tentacle-like skirt casually spread out.

With a reach of her hand, an agate cup appeared in her palm.

She took a small sip of the multicolored liquid, her eyes glancing at the human on the ground, struggling to breathe yet relentlessly breaking free of his shackles:

"I've seen plenty of sentimental love stories. The ocean isn't part of your drama. I don't care whether Victor or Ian is alive or dead. I need him to bring the Heart of the Ocean back, even if it means sacrificing his life."

*

Three thousand miles underwater, day and night are indistinguishable.

But actually, three years ago, Atlantis was not nearly as deep as it is now.

Xia Yangyang vaguely remembered that when she escaped the sealed land of the Heart of the Ocean, there were dolphins guiding her, and it was probably only one or two thousand meters deep at that time.

For some reason, once Victor took office, he kept digging deeper and deeper.

A soft "click" sounded.

The girl, huddled in a corner of the palace, had her head down, her long, ink-black hair hanging down her chest, obscuring most of her face.

The black witch on the volcanic rock bed mumbled a few words in her slurred sleep, turned over, grinned, and continued snoring loudly.

Xia Yangyang held the heart-protecting scales in her palm.

In the darkness, those beautiful eyes were wide open.

It is not as intense as the daytime sunlight, but it shines with a subtle light that sees through people's hearts.

Like a ghost blending into the night, she silently broke free of her shackles and walked to the Black Witch's bedside.

The Black Witch was very alert to danger; almost as soon as she stood by the bedside, the woman groggily opened her eyes.

The light was too dim; she could only see a thin, petite black figure.

"Victor? He's back so soon?" She frowned.

As the vision gradually cleared, a giant, snow-white hammer swung down.

The black witch instantly regained her senses and reacted quickly by using her tentacles to block.

It was that human?!

Didn't she tie her to the corner?!

The snow-white hammer landed lightly on the tentacle, failing to even trigger a pain response in her.

I thought it was something amazing?

The black witch was about to sneer, but before she could even finish the sarcastic smile, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed unconscious.

The hammer shrank to a dot in Xia Yangyang's hand and disappeared into her palm.

Her gaze was as indifferent as snow as she looked at the black witch on the bed: "I'm sorry, we have a conflict of interest, so let's sacrifice you for now."