Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The snowflakes are falling unusually heavily tonight.

Xia Yangyang held a hand warmer, stood on the balcony with the windows tightly closed, and looked up at the sky.

Several streaks of light pierced the clouds, leaving long trails as they crashed onto the distant Taloris Mountains.

It seemed as if some unseen force was foreshadowing the departure of something important.

"What's in the sky?" Samuel came up behind her and draped a brand-new, sleek tiger skin shawl over her shoulders.

Xia Yangyang suddenly remembered a meme and used it to blend emotion with the scenery at this moment.

"When you look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, you'll see," Xia Yangyang said.

This was the first time in so many days that she didn't reject his closeness in daily life, and a cautious joy rose in Samuel's heart.

"What did you find?" He followed her gaze.

"I found out there's some idiot looking at the sky with you." Xia Yangyang lost interest in looking at the night sky, turned around and left, shaking her new tiger-skin shawl off to the ground.

Samuel didn't understand what "idiot" meant in human parlance, but judging from the emphasis it placed on a sentence, it was definitely not a compliment.

He picked up the tiger-skin shawl, dusted it off, and placed it on her bed where she was resting.

He could tell that his lover wanted to provoke him so that he would stop keeping her in his arms in a fit of anger.

He couldn't bear to let her go.

If he lets her go to the human world, he will never be able to find her again.

Samuel walked to the fireplace, suddenly swept her up in his arms, causing his lover to gasp in surprise, and then, as he wished, had her arms wrapped around his neck.

His lover's waist sank into the soft bed, and he leaned over and pressed down on her.

After so many days, he realized that this was the only thing she was so indulgent towards him.

Of course, except for the first time.

The first time, she used a dagger hidden under her pillow to almost pierce his entire shoulder; it was bloody and savage, yet unforgettable.

But he wasn't angry; the long elf life as a holy son had made him adept at emotional stability.

He understood that her hatred for him needed an outlet.

Only when doing this would her little face, which was always filled with hatred, be filled with a beautiful peach-pink color, clinging to him like boneless water.

He absolutely adored her looks.

He liked watching the clear rationality in her eyes gradually fade away; it was much more honest than her sharp tongue.

Just like the lover before me, her little face was rosy, her eyebrows were raised, and her lips were pink and extremely beautiful.

Samuel lowered his neck to kiss her lips, but she turned her head away, leaving a cool kiss on the corner of her lips.

She never let him kiss her.

He turned her face towards him, forcing her bright, watery eyes to look at him with a look of grievance:

"Yangyang, it's been so long. You've vented your anger and taken your revenge. I've also been taking good care of the surviving forest spirits, just as you said."

"..."

"I admit the mistakes I made before, but I still don't understand, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"

There was not a trace of cunning or gloom in his eyes, only pure innocence.

Like a misunderstood child, yearning for understanding and acceptance.

Xia Yangyang: [He calls that taking meticulous care? He's threatening me with the elf's life and death, demanding I obey—he's practically a robber! If it weren't for maintaining my image while pregnant, I…!]

Samuel nuzzled his face against her chin: "I killed the Grand Elder because he stole the forbidden elven art of mind reading. If he had read my mind, I would have been dead... Back then, I was so weak, how could I have protected myself..."

Xia Yangyang: [Hehehe, if the Grand Elder heard this, he'd be turning in his grave.]

Samuel: "I didn't intend to harm the Green Elf, but they were draining my blood, and I wanted to replenish it at the Green Elf's blood bank... but he saw me, and I had no choice—is that my fault?"

Xia Yangyang: [Green Elf: Ah, right, right, it's my fault, it's all my fault.]

System (woke up late at night): [If you keep talking so much, I'm not going to block your thoughts anymore!]

Xia Yangyang: [You woke up just in time! I've been trying so hard, why isn't my belly showing any signs of labor? Is there some kind of reproductive barrier between humans and elves?]

The system clicked its tongue and began typing away on the control panel: [No, could it be that human body temperature is too high, unsuitable for the sprite to implant? Let me investigate.]

*

The boudoir is warm and inviting; a moment of pleasure is all it takes.

On the pristine white sheets, blonde and black hair were intertwined, inseparable.

Samuel lay on her soft, warm belly like a small animal, seemingly utterly disheartened, his eyes dim and lifeless.

He muttered to himself, "Do...you hate me that much?"

Xia Yangyang has now mastered the physical expression of emotions to an unparalleled degree.

Samuel felt the hand that was stroking the scabs on his back stop.

The eyelashes of the person beneath her trembled slightly. Her throat moved as if she wanted to deny something, but the words circled in her mouth before she cruelly swallowed them back down.

She turned her face completely away and closed her eyes.

Receiving no answer, Samuel's voice grew even more somber: "Yangyang, do you really not love me at all?"

The person beneath him tensed up even more.

Her hands kneaded his soft, long hair, as if she had made up her mind: "Samuel, I—"

"Knock knock knock—"

Knocking on the door? No, it was the sound of knocking on the windowpane that interrupted Xia Yangyang's words.

Samuel's face darkened.

A moment later, the knocking sounded again outside the window, soft but more urgent than before: "Knock knock knock—"

Samuel tried to press the person on the bed down, but she had already quickly turned over and sat up, putting on her clothes one by one.

Her face was grim, as if she hadn't expected that Samuel would happen to see her secretly communicating with the elves.

Samuel looked at her, but she kept her head down and didn't say a word, showing no intention of explaining anything.

She put on her snow boots and ran to the window to open it.

Outside the window were the most cold-resistant little mushrooms of all the elves. The little boy's face was blue from the cold, and his face was covered with frozen tears.

Upon seeing Xia Yangyang, she burst into tears again: "Sister Yangyang, Grandpa the Prophet is dying, waaaaaah... You must go see him, he said he has something very, very important to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yangyang's face showed anxiety, but she tried her best to calm down: "Okay, don't cry, I'll go with you right now."

She tucked the hand warmer into the little mushroom's arms, while she herself propped one foot on the windowsill.

Judging from her smooth and skillful movements, it's clear that she had sneaked out through the window quite a few times, right under Samuel's nose.

"Stop!" A cold and forceful voice rang out from behind me.

The little mushroom-shaped face turned deathly pale in an instant, and Xia Yangyang's back stiffened as well.

She lowered her head as if trying to suppress something, causing the muscles in her cheeks to twitch.

Then, she turned to Samuel, her eyes red-rimmed: "Don't force me to really hate you."

Night fell like a curtain, and snowflakes drifted in through the window.

She wasn't an elf, yet she resembled one more than any elf.

Samuel pursed his lips, stepped aside, and pointed to his left:

"Use the main entrance."

The girl's expression froze for a moment; those three simple words took her a while to process and understand.

Her eyes gradually brightened, like stars suddenly illuminating the night sky.

It made her whole face come alive.

She tentatively pulled her foot back, took two steps toward the door, and seeing that although he had a dark face, he still did not stop her, she quickly ran away.

As he opened the door, Samuel added behind her, "I'll wait for you to come back."

"Um."

The girl casually tied the hat on her head, and her fiery red figure disappeared around the corner of the escalator.

*

The Temple of the Elven Saints.

All the elves formed a circle, three layers deep, surrounding the elderly prophet in the center, while Xia Yangyang sat closest to him.

Everyone's faces were filled with sadness and reluctance, and their eyes were glistening with tears.

The prophet grandfather was the dragon blood tree in the forest.

It is over 8,000 years old. It is said that when the Elf Forest existed, the Prophet and the Forest Queen worked together to maintain the peace of the forest.

The prophet's breathing was weak and labored; each breath seemed like a final struggle against life.

"Remember what I told you, good boy."

"……good."

"Samuel is not inherently bad; no Holy Son is inherently bad... but he has been stubborn for too long, looking at the world through a narrow lens, and full of prejudice against the Elves... You must persuade him well, for I fear that if he does not turn back now, it will be too late when he is punished by nature."

"If Samuel doesn't heed our advice, then only the birth of his child can resolve the current situation... My child, I'm not saying this to ask you to bear it all alone. You've already done so much for the Elven race... The Elven race has no way to repay you."

"After I die, you should always wear the Dragon Blood Stone, which is formed from my bones, on your person. It can help you in critical moments."

The prophet's hand held Xia Yangyang's warm, trembling hand.

Xia Yangyang squeezed his hand tightly, tears welling in her eyes, and nodded repeatedly: "I know... I know, Grandpa, don't worry."

Upon receiving the girl's affirmative answer, the prophet grandfather finally felt relieved.

He looked straight up.

It's as if you can see the azure sky and the joyful, laughing elves in the forest through the palace roof.

"The calamity of the Elf Forest began with him, and it will surely end with him. The forest will not perish, and the snow-capped mountains cannot devour everything..."

"But who can say that this calamity is necessarily a bad thing for the elves?"

He smiled with a sense of relief and kindness.

Although his body was very weak and his voice was very hoarse, every word was filled with a profound ancient power, as if it were the condensation of his life's wisdom and emotions.

The proud elves, who were raised on snowmelt from the high mountains, learned a painful lesson from this experience and became more reflective and humble.

At least, from now on, there will never be another Elf Saint.

The elves' system needs reform, and their thinking needs to evolve.

Ultimately, what the elves need is a powerful Elf King, capable of leading them to prosperity.

But Samuel was unable to complete this important task.

The only hope lies with his descendants...

After saying his last two sentences, he transformed into a dreamlike green light, spinning and drifting towards every corner of the Holy Son's Palace.

Too many specks of light flew out from the gaps in the doors and windows, like a blanket of green leaves, rushing towards the thick clouds.

The snowstorm that had lasted for a year suddenly stopped.

The dark clouds dispersed.

The vast sky is clean and clear, without a single impurity.

The moon hangs high.

The forest spirits perched by the window, while the snow mountain spirits ventured outdoors, all gazing at the vast and deep night sky.

That night, the starlight shone down on the earth without obstruction.