Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Xia Yangyang spent the whole day stuck in a rut.

She couldn't figure out a way to complete the task, so she had no way to go home.

But if the price of going home is that Samuel is abandoned by nature... she absolutely cannot do that.

After finishing her work the next evening, she went to see Samuel again, but the elf said that Samuel had gone out.

She asked him where he had gone, but the little elf said he didn't know either. The Holy Prince goes out every month and doesn't allow other elves to follow him.

Xia Yangyang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so she went back to her workshop and buried herself in developing compressed water bombs.

Perhaps it's a lack of concentration.

When she used the tongs to pick up the cartridge case, she didn't hold it firmly, and the scalding red-hot cartridge case fell onto her feet.

In an instant, the leather boots were melted, leaving a raw, visceral mark on the back of her foot.

"ah--!!"

She instinctively kicked her leg, trying to shake it off, but the melted leather was extremely sticky and she couldn't shake it off at all.

The burning pain was so intense that it almost made one faint.

Fortunately, the system activated pain shielding in time, allowing her to run to find water despite her weak legs.

The moment I put my foot into the bucket of water, with a "whoosh," a cloud of white mist blurred my vision.

When things improved, Xia Yangyang, under the system's guidance, discarded the cooled shrapnel and cut off her boots.

The skin had been completely burned off, leaving only a gruesome, bloody mess.

System: [Burn ointment 100 pregnancy points, 24-hour guaranteed healing, on credit?]

Xia Yangyang felt aggrieved upon hearing about the pregnancy test results: [No credit!]

She found a wooden stick to use as a crutch and limped off to find the healing old man in green to get her bandaged.

The old man in the green house was not far from the Ministry of Works, and she took a shortcut, arriving in ten minutes.

At two o'clock in the morning, the lights in the old man's clinic were already off, but the door was ajar.

The sound of something falling to the floor came from inside, accompanied by varying depths of breathing.

Xia Yangyang immediately perked up: [Goodness, what's that old man doing? He's still got it!]

At the same time, the system noticed a strangely flashing red dot on the map: [Hmm? Strange? Is the locator broken again?]

It patted it hard, and the red dot disappeared, but it started flashing again a few seconds later.

The system, puzzled, unplugged the locator from the power source and took it aside to repair.

Each person focuses on a single point of interest, cleverly avoiding direct confrontation.

Xia Yangyang tiptoed and peered through the crack in the door, her heart pounding with excitement.

However, a ray of moonlight shone through the crack in the door onto her face.

It reflected a face that was gradually turning pale.

Xia Yangyang's lips curled down, and her eyes slowly widened, as if she had witnessed something extremely terrifying—

Beneath the pristine white floor-to-ceiling windows, the treatment room was a complete mess.

The old man in green was pinned to the consultation table, his eyes bulging out, and he was covered in blood.

The monster in the black cloak resembled a leopard feeding... it was tearing apart its prey's throat, its head constantly twisting as if a predator was tearing its flesh.

What exactly is that thing?!

The old man's weary eyes slowly turned to Xia Yangyang, and he reached out his arm to her.

Stretch as far as you can with all your might.

After blocking out the pain, Xia Yangyang pushed open the door and went inside.

Silently, like a ghost, she picked up the scalpel from the hospital bed and approached the monster.

While he was engrossed in eating, she raised a scalpel with both hands and plunged it into his spine.

The monster was in so much pain that it was almost deformed. It swung its hand back and slapped the attacker away.

Damn, that was really strong...

Xia Yangyang fell to the ground, her back hitting the table leg. She felt a metallic taste in her mouth, and when she opened her mouth, she vomited blood.

Unable to get up due to weakness in her limbs, she quickly took out the Sleep Hammer from her spatial storage and held it horizontally in front of her.

Like a wolf cub in the army, fierce and vigilant, as if she would smash him to death with a hammer if he charged at her.

However, to her surprise, the monster did not seem to be angered or intend to retaliate.

On the contrary, when he realized that the person who had been hit was her, his first reaction was to bend down and check her injuries, but he stopped when she showed him the hammer.

Bizarre and strange.

Xia Yangyang even saw—regret—in those red eyes?

"Who are you?" she asked warily.

"..."

"Why don't you dare show your true colors?"

"..."

The red-eyed monster remained silent, only looking down at her, as if pondering how to deal with this superfluous human who had witnessed his evil deeds twice.

It is as serene as a black pottery sculpture.

The wind outside the window made his cloak flutter loudly.

No matter how hard Xia Yangyang tried, she couldn't see the face shrouded in darkness.

After a long while, he turned and left.

They did nothing cruel to her.

Xia Yangyang put away the hammer and immediately ran to check on the old man's injuries. He had bled out and his body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

But he stubbornly held on to his last breath and grabbed Xia Yangyang's arm.

It was as if he was trying his best to tell her something.

She saw his mouth opening and closing, but she couldn't hear clearly, so she had to put her ear to his lips.

His voice was like a broken bellows, hoarse and rough, his breathy blood spraying onto her ears.

This time she heard it clearly.

He said only two words: "Holy, Holy... Son."

After saying those two words, he completely lost his strength and closed his eyes forever.

*

Xia Yangyang arrived at the Holy Son's Palace, and the little elf carefully opened the palace door a crack and flew out.

Through the candlelight outside the hall, Samuel could be seen lying on his side, fast asleep on the bed.

"Miss Yangyang, what brings you here again?" The little elf was quite surprised.

"When did the Holy Son return?" Xia Yangyang asked in a low voice.

Why are you asking this?

"Oh, it's nothing. I just ran into someone outside the hall who looks a lot like His Highness the Holy Son."

"You must have seen wrong. The master returned right after you left."

"Was there any difference... between when he came back and when he left?"

"What difference could there be? Yangyang, you're acting really strange tonight..."

Xia Yangyang smelled a sweet, metallic scent in the air. The scalpel was incredibly sharp; she had pierced deeply.

While the blood of the Elf Saint can save elves, it has no effect on the elven themselves.

She suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if she were being stared at by a pair of deep, dark eyes in the darkness.

Xia Yangyang felt a chill run down her spine.

She instinctively turned around, but behind her, apart from the giant potted plant, there was nothing at the end of the dark corridor.

The wind rustled through the leaves.

When she turned around again, a tall person suddenly stood in front of her, and her face turned deathly pale.