Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Samuel never expected a response from her.

He was just saying it casually, his aim being to change the subject.

She didn't need to answer; he already had his own decision.

Samuel deliberately avoided the gaze that was making her feel pressured and was about to get to the point when two slender yet strong hands lifted his head up.

Before the confusion in his expression had faded, his lips were forced to press against two soft lips.

The girl had one arm around his neck and the other pressing on the back of his head. She seemed domineering and forceful, but her rapidly trembling eyelashes betrayed her thoughts.

Samuel smiled faintly, feeling as if his heart was melting into a cloud.

How could he let her take the initiative for too long?

Immediately take the initiative and deepen the kiss.

As Xia Yangyang gasped for breath, she vaguely met a bright gaze. The guy was staring at her with his eyes wide open, watching her go from lucid to infatuated.

What a wicked and cunning spirit!

*

The wind and snow were exceptionally strong today, scraping against our faces like knives.

Before leaving, Samuel told her to lock all the doors and windows and not to go out no matter what happened.

Even a fool could guess that it was most likely human fault, so she nodded obediently, which was quite unusual for her.

Xia Yangyang was roasting sweet potatoes by the stove.

System: [I think you should go out and check on him. Samuel's acting strangely outside, like a berserk monster.]

Xia Yangyang: [Samuel said I'm not allowed to go out.]

The system took a deep breath: [He's turning you into a spineless coward.]

Xia Yangyang peeled off the piping hot sweet potato skin, revealing it oozing oil and smelling fragrant: [No need to be envious.]

System: [I wasn't praising you!!]

Xia Yangyang blew on the hot sweet potato while tearing off a piece and putting it in her mouth to chew. Then, her eyes lit up and she gave a thumbs up.

Although Samuel's fertility was shockingly poor, it was a basic professional ethic.

Xia Yangyang felt she still needed to offer some concern: [Humans definitely can't beat Samuel, right?]

System: [Tsk, well, how should I put it, I think you're still yourself—]

The system was speaking when suddenly a deafening crackling sound rang out.

A huge gray shadow flew in through the window, smashed into the wall next to the fireplace with a thud, creating a dent, and then fell to the ground.

Xia Yangyang was startled and stood up from the ground, backing away several steps.

Snow and wind, at an unknown sub-zero temperature, swept in, causing the temperature in the warm palace to plummet and the fireplace flames to go out.

Xia Yangyang, who was only wearing a sweater, hurriedly ran to wrap herself in a thick cloak, but the biting cold still crept in from all directions.

As she got closer, she realized that the huge gray shadow was a human being frozen solid.

His face was filled with terror, as if he had seen something horrifying.

When you slam your hand against the wall, your hands and feet break, but no blood flows down because the blood is frozen.

He's completely dead.

The window was smashed with a big hole. It wasn't a big deal; she could just go up to the second floor.

But one thing after another was swept in by the blizzard: axes, guns, someone's underwear, and trees were uprooted and smashed in through the skylight above the roof.

Things started to go wrong.

As soon as Xia Yangyang opened the door, the howling wind almost froze her ears off, and the sweet potato in her hand froze into an ice cube, which she then threw away.

Before me, groups of people were fleeing in terror, howling in pain; they were not humans, but strong snow mountain spirits.

The gale seemed to have an invisible hand; anyone who was slow to escape would be swept into the eye of the storm, and that eye of the storm—

Xia Yangyang narrowed her eyes: [What's in the eye of that storm?]

System: [That's Samuel.]

Xia Yangyang was amused: [You're kidding me again. How could it be Samuel? They're completely different breeds.]

System: [I told you, he looks a bit fierce.]

Xia Yangyang's smile vanished as she discerned the dragon blood stone hanging around the monster's neck. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly slammed the door shut with a loud "bang."

System: [What are you doing?]

Xia Yangyang: [If God opens a door for you, you close it. That's how doors are used.]

She leaned against the door, the image that wouldn't leave her mind a "monster" with a hunched back like an umbrella.

His head was adorned with two bloody ram horns, and in contrast to his deformed upper limbs, his lower limbs resembled those of a dog. His butterfly-shaped bones protruded from his skin, transforming into two fleshless bone wings, their exaggerated length comparable to the entire Snow Palace of the New Elf King.

She simply couldn't reconcile that inhuman monster with Samuel, the man she had shared a bed with for so long.

I wonder if she just revealed herself to the public.

The ground suddenly began to shake, and the closer the tremor got to the Snow Palace, the more violently it shook. Chandeliers and roof beams crashed to the ground, and a violent blizzard swept in from the roof.

One person slowly raised their head, meeting a pair of bloodshot red eyes.

"Yang... Yang... Yang Yang..." He stared intently at the petite girl, uttering indistinct words in a low voice.

The system swallowed hard: [Then... what if God ripped off your roof?]

Xia Yangyang silently touched the sickle on the wall: [Tong'er, always making jokes will only hurt you. Don't you think he's thinking rationally now?]

System: [Why don't you try saying hello to him?]

Samuel's eyes darted around, and suddenly, that muscular arm reached into the roof, leaving only that figure in his sight.

System: [Run!!!]

Xia Yangyang had been holding back for this moment, and her body shot out the door like an arrow released from a bow, quickly merging into the group of fleeing snow mountain spirits.

Samuel stared at her, her increased size slowing his reactions.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a spiderweb, and getting denser and denser.

Why did Yangyang run away... Why did he run away? Why why why why? The sounds around him grew louder and louder, so sharp they almost pierced his eardrums.

"Why are you running?!" he suddenly roared, and a terrifying storm shook down a cluster of buildings, along with the fleeing elves.

Xia Yangyang collapsed to the ground, feeling as if she had been run over by a truck, writhing in agony.

Samuel, however, had a clear objective: his large hand, with sharp nails, reached straight for her neck.

The human neck is incredibly fragile; with that kind of force, it could easily snap with the slightest exertion.

"Samuel!!" She instinctively called out his name, her body tensing defensively.

The monster's body stiffened.

In the blink of an eye, countless vines sprouted from the ground, twisted into four strong strands, and flew out from four directions, trapping his limbs.

They are forest spirits from the Holy Son Temple!

The water sprite darted past at incredible speed, rescuing Xia Yangyang: "He's not Samuel! He's a demon!"

"...What?"

"The real Samuel is dead. He indulged too much in the negative power of the snow mountain and was consumed by his inner demons!"