Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

System: [The body has suffered severe trauma and is about to detach. Please prepare accordingly.]

Xia Yangyang's soul was separated a moment before the explosion. Hearing the system notification, she was about to return to her space when she suddenly heard a "sizzling" sound of data lag.

The system has modified the previous sentence: [The body has suffered severe trauma and will detach in five minutes. Please prepare accordingly.]

What happened?

Seawater flooded into the basement, and the lifeless, fiery cave gradually began to emit a faint pink glow.

The more seawater accumulates, the brighter the light becomes.

Xia Yangyang watched as, under the light of the Heart of the Ocean, her ash-turned hand reformed into flesh and blood, weaving and growing downwards along with her snow-white arm.

Xia Yangyang was dumbfounded: [This...this...it can come back to life even after turning to ashes?!]

System: [No, no, no, I can't survive.]

Xia Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief. She was terrified. She knew it! Even if it were to bring the dead back to life, there should at least be some kind of "shape" to it.

System: [It is the mercy of the Heart of the Ocean that has forgiven your offensive act of taking it away from the ocean.]

Xia Yangyang: [Oh?]

The body was warm, like it was soaking in pink cotton candy.

Suddenly, a large, hot hand grabbed hers.

Large, hot tears followed, falling into her palms, which she couldn't hold back no matter how hard she tried.

That tentacle monster was as hot as fire, and it was covered in burns.

Although it was eerie, wherever the pink halo passed, snow-white skin truly sprouted. She saw her head and neck reappear, and then her soul was pulled back into her body by a powerful suction force.

Xia Yangyang opened her eyes and saw Victor's face, which had been lowered.

Tears streamed down his face, but his expression was numb and stiff, as if he had been paralyzed from overusing his facial muscles.

"I'll never trust you again," he said blankly, as if he could see an even emptier emptiness in her eyes. "How many times do you want to drive me crazy? What have I done to deserve this torture?"

"Victor..." Xia Yangyang looked reluctant and tried to make a sound, only to find that her vocal cords were already usable.

Victor held her hand tightly while simultaneously creating distance between them as if they were strangers; his lips trembled slightly as he spoke.

"I've already touched you, why are you avoiding me? I could have saved you... I could have."

"..."

"Why does it have to be this way? Why... you never consider me and Ian. Are we... that unimportant?"

He was talking to himself, and questioning.

No one knows the despair he felt at that moment, falling from hope to the abyss. He hated himself for being so close, so very close, so very close.

He touched her, he really touched her. He had eight tentacles, each of which was stretched to its maximum length. But if they were a little longer, even ten centimeters or five centimeters, wouldn't she have no chance to run away?

At this moment, he became utterly unlike himself.

Stripped of his arrogant exterior, he appears fragile and vulnerable, surrounded by a thick fog of confusion and bewilderment, unable to see where he came from.

Xia Yangyang felt a sharp pain in her heart; she knew that she was the cause of all of this.

She came into this world like a troublemaker, causing chaos and leaving behind an arrogant ending where she believed she had saved both the land and sea worlds.

But every innocent life sacrificed along the way is a clear testament to the sins she committed.

The one she let down the most, the one she had been trying so hard to ignore, was Victor.

Human instincts made her repel the approach of this monstrous creature; his vulgarity, bestiality, and killing intent filled her with disgust and fear.

But whenever they were in danger, it was always him who would do everything in his power to protect her.

She tried to win him over, but ended up betraying him the most.

"Listen to me, Victor." Xia Yangyang's reddened eyes welled up with tears as she gently cupped his face in her hands. "You and Ian are more important to me than life itself."

"..."

"I love you, just as much as you love me."

Every word was spoken with such seriousness and firm enunciation.

Victor's massive body swayed slightly, and his green eyes slowly focused on the face before him.

When Xia Yangyang saw him come back to his senses, she chuckled.

Just like a child who has just received praise from the teacher.

She gently combed his singed silver hair with her hands: "You know, that madwoman planted a powerful bomb inside her. She was going to self-destruct. When you came to save me, she said she would take you and Ian with her to die, so I ran away. It has nothing to do with you or me. It's the bad guys' fault. You didn't do anything wrong, and you weren't betrayed. You're such a good little octopus, you deserve the most beautiful love in the world."

With gentle words of comfort, the veil covering Victor's eyes was gradually lifted, revealing his original clarity and... grievance.

His facial muscles twitched involuntarily, his lips turned down, his breathing became irregular and choked with sobs, and finally, the suppressed whimpers poured out without reservation.

The seawater on the ground accumulated more and more, and the broken shrapnel burned in scattered corners.

The first rays of sunlight slanted into the dilapidated basement.

Victor buried his face in her neck, his broad shoulders heaving violently.

System: [Thirty seconds left.]

Xia Yangyang remembered the important matter: "Don't cry, Victor."

She patted his shoulder, but when he stubbornly ignored her, she patted him a few more times with more force: "Victor."

Victor finally raised his face, his eyes swollen and his vision blurred.

"In the south of the ocean, there is a mountain, but it's not a mountain. It's a torpedo planted by humans. You must go and clean those things up," Xia Yangyang said.

Her explanation was concise and clear, and Victor, who was in a sensitive period, sensed something was amiss.

He nodded: "Okay, I understand. You'll come with me."

Xia Yangyang was stunned, and then she saw him use all eight tentacles to carefully lift up her upper body, which had only returned to her waist.

"No." Xia Yangyang pressed down on one of the tentacles, hesitating to speak, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Only you go."

"Why?" Victor's newly healed emotions snapped open again.

System: [Countdown five seconds, five, four, three—]

Xia Yangyang felt her strength being drained away, and her arm slipped into the water, splashing water everywhere.

Her body turned into pink fragments, disintegrating from the waist down.

She saw Victor's blank eyes widen and tremble.

"What happened...?"

Extremely fast.

Victor dared not pull her out of the water again and immerse her in it once more, but the rate of disintegration did not slow down.

It's as if the lover before me is a beautiful illusion.

Pink fragments fluttered in the dawn, and Xia Yangyang's cheeks began to break as well, her eyes glistening with tears, yet holding a gentle smile.

She intertwined her fingers around his hand and placed the pink, hard stone into his palm.

"Bring the Heart of the Ocean... back to the sea..."

"Where are you going?" He reached for her hand, bewildered yet stubborn, his body feeling as if he'd fallen into an ice cave, chilled to the bone. "Where are you going?"

"Where are we going, Yangyang?! Yangyang?! Yangyang!!"

The last bit of familiar touch has vanished.

He stood up, using all his tentacles to continuously gather the pink fragments into his arms, as if he were obsessed with something.

But the fragments had no physical form, and soon they dissipated into the air. Victor cautiously looked into his arms, but they were empty; there was nothing there.

The seawater reached his waist.

The air was thick with the smell of nitric acid and gunpowder, and it was unclear how long the oil-soaked shrapnel would continue to burn.

In the unrecognizable basement, Victor sat there blankly.

After a long, long time, facing the empty walls, he uttered in confusion, "...Yangyang?"

"..."

"are you still there?"

"..."