Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Night fell, and the moon hung on the evening branches.

A figure running frantically darted through the dense forest of evil spirits.

The windproof jacket rustled through the crowded leaves, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the dew-soaked soil.

The girl kept turning her head to look back, as if there were some ferocious beast behind her.

Xia Yangyang fled in a disheveled state: [Didn't you say your target was there?]

System: [Wait a minute, there is definitely a small red dot flashing there on the map.]

It scratched its head, completely bewildered by the current situation.

Xia Yangyang: [Can you look more closely? What kind of elven saint would appear in such a ghostly place in the middle of the night? It should be an evil spirit saint!]

System: [The previous world probably had too much of an impact, damaging the locator. I'll go fix it.]

After running for about three kilometers, the surrounding woods were dark and quiet.

Xia Yangyang was also exhausted. She rested her palms on her knees, panting heavily. Her flushed cheeks turned to look at the road ahead. Only after confirming that no one was following her did she breathe a sigh of relief.

However, when I turned around, I was met with a face that was inches away from mine.

Xia Yangyang's heart stopped, and her pupils dilated!

The face was shrouded in a wide cloak hood, so dark that nothing could be seen except for a pair of scarlet, bloodthirsty eyes that stared straight into her eyes.

The monster under the cloak raised the knife in its hand, the tip of which gleamed silver, and thrust it straight at her brow.

"ah--!!"

Birds and beasts scattered, their cries echoing through the sky.

The elven guards patrolling the dense forest immediately became alert, exchanged glances, picked up their fireflies, and rushed toward the source of the sound.

*

The Hall of Elf Judgment.

"Why hasn't the Grand Elder arrived yet? Has the Holy Son been unable to persuade him? He has no regard for the law!"

"The Grand Elder was busy with affairs within the Elven race and went out last night. He hasn't returned this morning yet."

"Ha, working hard at night? How about next time you make him work hard in front of me?"

The noise of conversation filled the air.

The fishy-sweet juice traveled down my throat into my stomach.

Xia Yangyang lay on the cold floor, her eyes swollen and her vision blurred. The first thing she saw was the magnificent and opulent palace.

Feeling dizzy, she turned her head left and right and saw a circle of lush green elves, some old and some young. They had long, thin ears and a pair of pale yellow, transparent wings like cicada wings on their backs.

Seeing that she was awake, the conversation gradually subsided.

Finally, she turned her gaze to the very center, to the spotless white figure seated on the throne.

The blurred vision returned to clear at that moment.

System: [System Notification! SS-rank Elf Saint Child has appeared! It is recommended that the host gain a certain level of favorability before having offspring with him!]

What extraordinary beauty did the target of his pursuit possess that made her eyes light up with a "ding"?

He was shrouded in layers of white gauze, like an elegant medieval oil painting blended into a golden brick and jade tile palace, or like an otherworldly statue, quietly looking down at her.

Her long, light yellow hair was like satin, adorned with pure gold wheat ear headdresses on either side of her head. Her hands rested naturally on the armrests, and the exposed section of her left forearm wrapped in cloth revealed a sickly frail appearance.

"How did you come to the Elf Kingdom?" he asked softly.

Her voice was clear and melodious, like the tinkling of ice jade, ethereal and dreamlike.

"I..." Xia Yangyang had just started to stand up when countless arrows were quickly aimed at her.

The elven saint on the high platform glanced down with his snow-white eyes and said, "Put away your bow and arrows. Don't frighten our human friends."

With a synchronized movement, the elven guards put away their bows and arrows.

His gaze returned to the center of the hall, where the girl, who was bowing her head as if terrified, subtly turned her face away.

He heard—

[My Creator, is this the face of a god that exists in this world?]

[This face is simply a masterpiece of Nuwa's artistry; its beauty could break a Guinness World Record!]

Elf Saint: "..."

The face, weathered by years of snow and ice, showed a subtle twitch in the muscles at the cheekbone.

Xia Yangyang, sitting in the center of the hall, was lost in memories. She shook her head a few times, looking distressed.

"I don't remember where I came from... I only remember that last night, some kind of monster was chasing me."

"You've trespassed into the Evil Spirit Forest, a forbidden area for the elves," the elven prince explained, pausing before looking intently at her. "Do you remember the face of the monster you spoke of?"

At this point, Xia Yangyang frowned, her lips turned pale, and she shook her head: "I didn't see clearly... I only remember that it had a pair of red eyes."

"Red eyes?"

"Yes! Like...like fire."

These words shocked everyone present.

Red eyes are a characteristic of the Fire Clan, and fire is the natural enemy of elves. Fire overcomes wood, repeatedly bringing destruction and annihilation to forests.

The forest judges looked at each other with serious expressions.

If the Fire Clan really did break into the Elven Forbidden Land last night, that would be no small matter!

The Holy Son's expression also turned serious. He leaned forward slightly and asked, "Why would he be chasing you?"

The hall fell into a sudden silence.

Xia Yangyang: "I think... maybe it wants to kill me to silence me, because I caught it eating a person, no, it was eating an elf."

This second success caused an uproar throughout the entire Elf Palace.

The discussions were heated and varied, but Xia Yangyang kept her worries to herself.

If nothing unexpected happens, she won't have to worry about being thrown back into the human world until they find the monster.

But she didn't notice.

The elven prince, seated high above, had slightly lowered eyelashes and eyes as deep and unfathomable as whirlpools, as if he wanted to suck her in and crush her.

Xia Yangyang: [I knew it! This is the "beautiful, holy, and solemn" elven prince described in the mission description.]

System: [That's correct...]

The system hesitated for a moment, then reminded him: "[This Elf Saint's mission is on par with Victor's in difficulty. It's probably not as simple as it seems. You need to be careful.]"

Xia Yangyang: [Okay, okay, I got it.]

"Clap clap clap—!" The judge, sitting to the left of the elven prince, struck the gavel three times, silencing the clamor of the elven crowd.

With his fierce eyes and thick eyebrows, he sealed Xia Yangyang's fate: "Imprison this human for now—"

"I'll keep it with me," a voice as faint as smoke interrupted the judge.

The two judges on either side looked at the Holy Son.

Xia Yangyang's eyes lit up; she felt as if she had met an angel, a living one!

Left Judge Desen immediately stood up: "No... Your Highness, this human's origins are unknown, and he has appeared in the Evil Spirit Forest. It's too dangerous for him to stay by your side!"

The Holy Son smiled slightly: "Dangerous? I think our human friend is extremely cute."

Right Judge Yukri also stood up and said, "Your Majesty, the truth of this matter is still uncertain. We need to ask this human friend to lead the way to the place she mentioned where she witnessed the incident before we can draw a conclusion."

"Then I shall go with you. The Elven race has enjoyed peace for a hundred years, and this is the first time such a horrifying thing has happened. I should follow you, and besides, you know there is no safer place than with me by your side."

The elven prince's voice was like the calm, windless surface of the sea, but beneath the surface, there was an undeniable, magnificent power.

As the two judges stood deadlocked, their faces grim, a fast-attacking elf flew in from outside the hall. He hurriedly flew to the center of the hall, to the side of the human girl, amidst the uneasy gazes of the elf crowd.

It rested its right hand on its left shoulder and bowed its head slightly before the high seat:

"It's terrible! Your Holiness, Judge Ukulele, Judge Desen... we've found the Grand Elder on the outskirts of the dense forest!"

"The Grand Elder has unfortunately... been attacked and killed!"

The entire hall was deathly silent, like a graveyard.

The Grand Elder was a Fighting-type Pokémon and the strongest among all the elders. How could he have been killed so easily?

The elven saint frowned, a rare sight for him: "What's going on?"

The agile elf flew forward and presented a tattered piece of paper stained with dried blood to the Ukulele Judge: "This was found in the hands of the Grand Elder. Before he died, he clutched this page in his fist."

The paper was yellowed and wrinkled, with irregular tears along the edges, and upon closer inspection, there were even salt and alkali stains left on it.

He glanced at the ukulele, pursed his lips, and handed it to Desen.

Desen glanced through the paper as well, his grip tightening, until he felt even his breathing became labored.

Desen's face was contorted with rage as he slammed his gavel, pointing it at Xia Yangyang in the center of the hall: "You human! Such atrocities have never occurred among the elves, why do they keep happening since you appeared?! Who exactly are you?!"

The torrent of melodramatic accusations caught Xia Yangyang completely off guard. She innocently opened her watery eyes and said, "I really don't know. Well, you can't just say who did it because they saw the crime scene first, can you? Besides... you only had a chance to catch the monster after I discovered it, so that more elves wouldn't be harmed."

"Nonsense! Humans are cunning; countless people have slaughtered my elves thousands of years ago!"

Xia Yangyang frowned and straightened her back: "There are my footprints in that forest, and there should also be the Great Elder's footprints. If you don't believe me, you can each send people to follow the footprints and see if I have the great abilities you say I have."

"you--!!!"

"Let me see." A cold, icy voice from the high seat interrupted Dessen's pent-up anger.

The Holy Son reached out his hand to Desen.

After a moment's hesitation, Desen respectfully handed the paper to the snow-white jade hand.

On the throne room, Desen and the girl resumed their debate, their few scattered words making the silence in the hall seem even more eerily quiet.

The ancient and intricate characters on the paper were reflected in the deep, clear eyes of the holy son.

That's one of the four forbidden arts of the Elven race—mind reading.

—The Heart of a Demon.

(In this chapter, you only need to know three things: 1. The Holy Son is a red-eyed monster; 2. The Holy Son can read minds; 3. The Holy Son didn't save Yangyang, but wanted to keep her by his side to silence her.)