Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The heavy snow fell for ten days, followed by a long stretch of endless dark clouds.

The sun never visited this forest again.

Beneath the snow-covered mountains, a vast, dark silver line appeared.

The black line grew thicker and longer.

Their synchronized march shook the ground, cracking the frozen lake and causing the snow on the pine trees to thud and fall on the heads of the skinny squirrels.

The majestic and solemn army returned from afar, their banners fluttering in the wind.

There were no cheering spirits, no enthusiastic welcome, only a deathly silence and an atmosphere of sorrow.

Samuel, dressed in a highly resilient and lightweight riding outfit, rode a snow leopard. He was tall and slender, with a thin leather belt around his waist, from which hung a short sword and a silver dagger.

His long years of fighting on the battlefield have given him a perfect blend of the elegance of an elf and the tenacity of a warrior.

His brown eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

He rode at the very front, his attention drawn to the warm light emanating from the Temple of the Holy Son in the distance.

He raised his hand high, gesturing to the strong and robust elves behind him, who waited in place.

He then got off the ground and walked alone towards the Holy Son's Palace amidst the swirling snow.

The corridors outside the Holy Son Temple were also eroded by ice and snow, the giant potted plants had lost all their leaves, and the towering golden temple gates in front of us were covered with frost on every pattern.

But the warm yellow light still spilled out from the crack at the bottom of the door.

Samuel pushed the door open with his hand, and with a soft creak, the palace door swung open inward.

Soft, warm orange light shone on his face.

Samuel was taken aback by the scene before him, and the elves in the hall seemed to be paused, all turning to look at him.

The palace has been converted into a sanatorium for the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled elves.

The luxurious furniture was gone, replaced by as many beds as possible, upon which lay the dying elves.

A large stove in the center of the hall continuously provides heat, making the place warm and spring-like.

This is simply a brilliant idea.

The atmosphere was eerily still; the elves looked at him with unfamiliarity, fear, and even disgust and hatred...

Samuel ignored the jumble of thoughts in his mind and focused his gaze on a splash of fiery red amidst a sea of ​​green.

She was feeding a bowl of hot, green soup to a little mushroom sprite.

He heard his heart pounding and called out to the figure:

"Yangyang?"

The girl was wrapped up warmly and tightly, with a circle of snow-white fox fur around the hood of her red cloak, cradling her small, apple-like face inside.

She looked like she had just come back from outside; when she looked back at him, the tip of her nose and cheeks were still flushed.

She glanced at him briefly before turning away.

He whispered a few words to the little mushroom, then walked towards a corner of the hall.

A special light shone in Samuel's eyes, like the first rays of dawn shining through his pupils.

He lifted his foot and took two steps forward.

"That's great! I thought you were going back to the human world—"

Wherever he went, frost and snow appeared.

The bitter cold, like a ghost, crawled into the open palace doors, freezing a layer of ice onto the antique chandeliers on the ceiling.

The elves were terrified and retreated in a panic like a receding tide.

The girl turned around and quickly blocked his way. A black spear clicked as it was chambered and pressed against his chest.

Samuel's smile froze.

The girl's once most beautiful eyes now resemble ice crystals frozen in winter.

Clear and cold, without a trace of warmth.

"Looks like you're not welcome here, great victor."

*

The New Elf King Snow Palace.

The fluffy white snow dumplings jumped from Xia Yangyang's head onto the back of her hand, and then leaped onto Samuel's shoulder.

Samuel took it in his hand and placed it on the girl's lap, trying to attract her attention.

"Chirp chirp!" The little snowball made a sound that could melt anyone's heart.

Samuel chuckled softly, his fingertips gently stroking the little snowball: "Why must a snowflake be born from among flowers and grass to be considered a fairy? Aren't snow fairies fairies fairies too?"

Xia Yangyang sat expressionlessly on the soft chair, ignoring his words and turning her pert nose toward the swirling snowflakes outside the window.

"Look how cute they are!" Samuel held the little snowballs up to her face.

Xia Yangyang immediately turned her face away, turning towards the burning charcoal in the fireplace on the other side, her pink lips pressed even tighter.

Samuel tried to coax her patiently for a long time, but to no avail. He rubbed his temples with two fingers and leaned back in the soft chair.

"I didn't know it would turn out this way. I did know that doing that would bring a blizzard, but I thought it would only last for a while. I didn't expect the blizzard to continue until today."

Xia Yangyang closed her eyelids, her gently trembling eyelashes revealing the turmoil in her heart.

The fire distorted the surrounding air.

A single, glistening tear slid down her cheek to her chin.

System: [Your emotional delivery is excellent. Now, recite the lines I prepared for you silently in your mind.]

Xia Yangyang: [Are you sure he won't read our conversation?]

System: [Don't worry, what forbidden technique can compare to my super cheat code?]

The year Samuel died, Ukulele also died, and she unexpectedly learned the secret of the piece of paper that the Grand Elder had clutched tightly in his hand before he died.

She pieced together all the clues and realized that Samuel had been reading everyone's mind all along.

Xia Yangyang was angry and resentful, but in the end, she still blamed herself for her tendency to be attracted to beautiful women.

The system had warned her beforehand about the difficulty of the SS-level strategy, so she should have been prepared.

However, it was also a twist of fate that Samuel was too wary. If he hadn't been bewitched in the early stages, he wouldn't have been able to raise his favorability rating so high so easily.

Regardless, the mission had to be completed, and her departure meant no loss to Samuel.

It would be better to take advantage of his deception, continue the act, get revenge, and then kick the kid out and run away.

[With each elf that has died this past year, I feel my sins have increased.]

I brought the spirits who had not died in the bitter cold to the Temple of the Holy Son. When they were cold, they would chisel charcoal; when they were thirsty, they would boil snow; and when they were hungry, they would hunt.

A human with no healing abilities somehow managed to learn the entire system of the Green Elves and took care of them day and night.

Every single day, I long for the sun to emerge from the clouds, yet every single day I am disappointed.

I had so much disappointment, nowhere to vent it, and it accumulated in my hatred for him day and night.

Humans also fear the cold winter.

Xia Yangyang's expression twisted after reading it: [Can he really believe this?]

System: [Full of emotion, correct sentence structure, logical flow, no problem.]

"I'm sorry, you've been wronged." A strong, broad embrace pulled her close. Samuel's voice was hoarse, as if he was also trying to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart.

The once unattainable and noble holy son now kneels on one knee before her.

It is an admission of guilt for deceiving oneself, and also a plea to keep one's loved one.

"But you can't just not tell me anything properly; things aren't as you think."

Xia Yangyang opened her eyes, tears of hatred welling up in them: "You're not even trying to talk to me properly!"

Samuel placed his right hand on his left shoulder: "I swear by the snow-capped mountains, I will not hide anything from you."

Xia Yangyang: "Then let go of me!"

It turns out that the girl did not sit on the chair with the white cushion made of golden bamboo willingly.

Her hands and feet were secured to the chair with ice chains, and her waist was also bound by chains, forcing her to stay close to the backrest.

The people who tied her up were very careful, padding the areas of the ice chains that were in contact with her skin with thick, soft cotton.

Samuel looked at the spear that had broken in two on the ground.

The ammunition inside was exhausted. The newly built palace was reduced to ruins by its attack. Chandeliers were smashed on the ground, murals were crooked and about to fall, and potted plants, wooden tables, and bookshelves were all destroyed.

System: [You're too awesome, master...]

Xia Yangyang: [I admit there's a bit of personal revenge involved.]

Samuel's tone was helpless, but if you listened carefully, you could also detect a hint of doting: "Except for this..."

"..."

"Yangyang... Even without this war, the elves would still die in winter, and new elves would be born the following spring. That's the law of nature, the cycle of renewal and replacement."

Samuel lowered his eyes and placed his hand on the back of her hand.

The skin in my hands is delicate and fair, with a wonderful feel like soft jade.

"So you arbitrarily decide the life or death of elves?"

"I do this for the elves, for ultimate victory."

"You're doing this for yourself!"

Perhaps those words stung Samuel, because the force he applied hurt the back of her hand.

His gaze shifted to her eyes: "Yangyang, it was you who told me, who convinced me, that victory in war is not the responsibility of the leaders, and that all the elves should unite to overcome these difficult times together."

A look of confusion crossed Xia Yangyang's eyes; she didn't immediately understand: "So?"

Did he do as she said? In what ways?

"So they sacrificed their lives to bring about the final victory for the elves, an ending that all elves were happy to see."

"..."

Samuel's voice was calm as still water, each word like a carefully sculpted stone, falling steadily into a lake and creating ripples.

His tone remained completely still, as if he were stating an ordinary fact, rather than making outrageous or shocking statements.

Xia Yangyang leaned back involuntarily, and it took a lot of mental effort for her to accept those words.

Belatedly, a chill ran down my spine and spread throughout my body.

"Do you think you're doing the right thing? They didn't even have the choice to choose their own death."

Samuel frowned slightly: "If we follow your country's practices, the elves will die just the same way. At least I let them die surrounded by their loved ones, rather than under the guns of the enemy."

"No, you let them die in an ordinary, meaningless winter."