Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"Quick, look! A new Pokémon has been created!"

Joyful sounds echoed through the streets of the Ildavin Forest, bringing a breath of life.

For the first time since the long war began, the tightly closed doors and windows of every house were opened, and the little heads of the elves peeked out.

First, some of the bolder little elves ran out, and then more and more elves came out of the gate.

The news of the new elf's birth reached the Ministry of Works, and the elves, eager to join in the fun, dragged Xia Yangyang out of her dark and gloomy studio.

"Let's go, everyone!" "Yangyang, take a break!" "You've probably never seen the whole process of an elf's birth, right? Let's go see!" "Yeah, yeah, we'll miss it if we go too late."

Xia Yangyang was wearing dirty work pants, her face was covered in machine oil, and she casually washed her hands in the sink.

A new Pokémon? Its birth? The whole process?

Is this...is it possible to see this in the Elf Realm?

Driven by curiosity, Xia Yangyang followed the little elves to join in the fun.

Crystal Lake – Lakshir.

The entire circle around the lake is now filled with all sorts of little sprites.

They gazed expectantly at the center of the lake.

Suddenly, ripples spread across the water's surface, and a crystal-clear water droplet gradually rose from the center of the ripples.

As the water droplet gradually expands, its shape begins to change.

Inside, it seemed as if a blue light was dancing. Gradually, the water droplets began to elongate and extend, becoming more and more delicate and exquisite.

The blue light gradually coalesced into a small figure, like a flower bud about to bloom.

"Wow~~~" the elves exclaimed in unison.

Suddenly, the surface of the water droplet trembled slightly, and a soft light broke through the droplet, finally revealing the full form of the water sprite.

She had long, silver hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, and her eyes were like two deep blue sapphires, clear and pure, revealing a mysterious and ancient wisdom.

Her arms were slender, and her body was as light as water. Like a blooming lotus flower, she leaped and danced in the air above the lake, leaving a beautiful trail of water.

Every elf who witnessed this magical process was deeply attracted by her beauty and purity, and thunderous applause and exclamations erupted.

The water sprite lifted her skirt and smiled elegantly, a smile as warm and hopeful as the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

"Thank you~ Thank you everyone~~ It's an honor to live with you all from now on~"

In a corner by Crystal Lake.

While Xia Yangyang was amazed, she couldn't help but crane her neck to look at the little elf beside her:

"The new spirit... isn't it supposed to be a cub? Shouldn't it be very small and fragile? Why does the water spirit look like a mature and intelligent older sister?"

"You don't even know that? Those born from young nature are young spirits, and those born from old nature are old spirits."

"Wha...what do you mean?"

"For example, flower fairies are all young girls, but tree fairies are all old men, little mushrooms are usually little boys, and water fairies are usually older sisters."

Xia Yangyang clapped her hands, suddenly realizing what was going on.

A pale, cold face naturally came to mind.

"Then...where was the Elf Saint born?" she heard herself ask.

"Snow-capped mountains." The little elf pointed to the distant, towering peaks that pierced the sky. "The melting snow from these mountains is the source of nourishment for the forests."

Xia Yangyang looked in the direction the elf pointed, and the snow mountain looked like Samuel's skin, white and transparent like a cicada's wing.

So... he was a snow mountain spirit.

No wonder he's so afraid of the sun, and always so cold, like he lives in winter.

No wonder he was the only one who could become the Holy Son, no wonder the next Holy Son is born only after the previous one dies, because there is only one snow mountain, and it is the source of life for the Elf Kingdom.

But since this is how elves are born, then...

Xia Yangyang suddenly realized something: "Then how do you reproduce?"

"The new spirits that nature constantly gives birth to are our descendants."

"What I mean is, you don't mate?"

"Mating?!" The elf's voice suddenly rose, instantly attracting countless eyes.

The little elf seemed to have heard some taboo statement, and looked at Xia Yangyang with an unusually strange gaze.

"Oh...you're so strange. How could such a disgusting thing happen to an elf?"

After saying that, she quickly flapped her wings and walked away.

Xia Yangyang was left alone, bewildered in the wind.

Xia Yangyang: [What do you mean... does that mean... elves don't even have reproductive organs? How am I supposed to give birth then? With my mind?]

System: [You don't need to worry about this; the task being issued is perfectly reasonable.]

Xia Yangyang: [It's hard for me not to worry!]

After all, during his accidental kiss with Samuel last time, he didn't seem like someone who knew how to kiss at all.

But it's also possible that he didn't actually intend to kiss her at the time...

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The Temple of the Elven Saints.

Xia Yangyang claimed she was there to show off her newly made fireproof suit, but Samuel realized she had ulterior motives.

Every now and then, she would catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye.

But he wasn't sure what she was glancing at.

Because her inner thoughts were extremely confused.

[Should I not have asked directly...? Perhaps the elves have libraries and this kind of knowledge, but... what if his physical structure is different...? That's too inappropriate... What if I get disliked...?]

Xia Yangyang, you're always so reckless! Even something as absurd as blood evolution can happen, what else can't happen to elves? Asking would be safer… Never mind, never mind… No, this concerns our way home…

Samuel picked up a teacup, holding the lid in his right hand and gently skimming away the foam floating on top. "What are you thinking about?"

Xia Yangyang was still wearing a fireproof suit when she stood up from the chair with a "whoosh".

She hung her head, as if trying to bury it in the ground, and whispered in a barely audible voice, "I...I think I've fallen for an elf."

Samuel paused in his scrambling motion, waiting quietly for a few seconds until he was sure he could hear nothing more.

His face remained expressionless, but the steaming tea in his cup froze instantly.

"There are many kinds of affection: admiration, pity, friendship, trust—these are all very common among elves. What is there to be confused about?"

"No, it's that kind of liking..."

She dared not say too much; she still remembered the elf's attitude that morning, but she couldn't find any other words to replace it.

Fortunately, Samuel understood.

His gaze was indifferent, and his tone was as light as autumn leaves: "Unfortunately, humans and elves cannot marry, and elves are even less likely to fall in love with humans. You'd better keep your thoughts to yourself and don't let anything happen to that elf."

"Why?" Xia Yangyang asked anxiously.

"Elves defiled by humans will be considered unclean, gradually lose the approval of nature, and be expelled from the elven race."

"What if... what if I just wanted a child?"

Xia Yangyang even thought about human technology, such as artificial insemination, in vitro fertilization, or anything else.

A soft cracking sound came from inside the hall. Xia Yangyang looked around but did not see anything broken.

I just pretended I misheard.

Turning back, she met a pair of eyes that were utterly indifferent.

"If you truly love him, don't do this; it will ruin the elf you love."

His words were like a wake-up call, striking Xia Yangyang's heart hard.

Xia Yangyang left, looking dejected.

Shortly after she left, the little elf exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth, "Oh dear!!"

"Your Highness, why is your hand bleeding!"

Samuel's eyes welled up with tears, but he kept his hand on the bottom of the glass.

Crimson blood trickled down from his palm.