Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The enormous and terrifying figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and the forest spirits that controlled his body took the opportunity to escape.

It was clear that the forest elf was already at her limit amidst the ice and snow; apart from saving her life, she had no power left to resist the demon's attack.

The water sprite created two ice sleds, and the two people glided on them.

"What do we do now?" Xia Yangyang asked.

"Run! Run as far as you can!"

"But he'll catch up soon!"

"When an elf transforms into a demon, he often accumulates too much energy within his body. At this rate of berserk behavior, it won't be long before he explodes and dies."

"..."

Did he explode and die...?

The demon in the distance broke free of the vines and was already running towards Xia Yangyang.

The scene of him kissing her forehead and telling her not to go out no matter what happened when he left this morning is still vivid in my mind.

But by the afternoon, it had turned into this.

Samuel tried so hard to live, but if he knew he would die because of his own actions, then all his efforts would ultimately amount to a tragedy.

How could such a beautiful elf die in such an ugly state?

The system is about to explode: [Is this the main point?! Wake up, sir! If Samuel dies before the next generation is born, the world will be destroyed!]

It was as if a bell had suddenly been placed over Xia Yangyang's head, waking her up completely.

Xia Yangyang: [What should we do then?]

System: [I analyzed the composition of the Dragon Blood Stone. Only the death of an extremely powerful spirit can create such a thing, which can be used to temporarily awaken the remaining spirit soul and power within it... The Dragon Blood Tree Spirit possesses incredibly powerful purifying abilities; perhaps this will work!]

The two drew closer and closer to the demon, who kept muttering her name.

Xia Yangyang stared at those blood-red eyes, her scalp tingling: [Please don't say "maybe," okay? If Samuel doesn't come back, I'd rather die than have a child with this devil.]

System: [Okay! Definitely! Since the Dragonblood Tree Spirit foresaw this day, what he left you will definitely help you get through this difficult time!]

Xia Yangyang: [That makes sense.]

System: [Just pour his blood on it, then shatter the Dragon Bloodstone to use the purification power!]

The water sprite slipped away a considerable distance, then turned around and realized that Xia Yangyang was gone.

Looking back, she found herself rowing back to find the devil!

She neither ran away nor resisted; she simply stood quietly in the snow, letting those rough, tearing hands clench her tightly.

Her long hair fluttered in the raging snowstorm.

Like a black waterfall, it draws graceful arcs on the white snow.

This is insane!

There is no precedent for someone who has become a demon and then regained consciousness!

The water sprite couldn't bear to see Xia Yangyang go to her death and immediately wanted to go back to save her, but when she looked up—

The eye of the storm has passed.

Xia Yangyang felt like her bones were about to shatter. It wasn't just Samuel's powerful strength, but also the biting cold. At this temperature, she would die of hypothermia in less than ten minutes.

"Yangyang...Yang...Yang, I...love...you..." it confessed in a hoarse, low voice.

Unfortunately, Xia Yangyang had no desire to hear these words coming from its mouth.

Holding the scythe, blade facing outward, he pulled it sharply upward, splattering blood all over his face, as well as the demon's.

The demon howled in pain and threw her high into the air.

System: [Now!]

The suction at the edge of the storm and the gravity of the fall reached a balance in an instant.

Xia Yangyang swung her scythe, aimed at the dragon bloodstone on his neck, and chopped down heavily. The dragon bloodstone, stained with Samuel's blood, emitted an extremely dazzling blue light and shattered into pieces.

The light formed a jelly-like soft cage, enveloping Samuel entirely in its soft, gurgling state.

At the same time, Xia Yangyang was swept high into the sky by the eye of the storm, with nothing to hold onto.

The demon stared blankly at his palm: "Yangyang...hit me...hit me..."

Xia Yangyang: [Hey, after living all these years, this is the first time I've ever seen someone begging to be hit?]

System: [That was a blaming tone, okay!]

Xia Yangyang threw the sickle in her hand downwards, and the handle of the sickle hit his head with a "thud" like hitting a winter melon.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, tears welling up in her eyes: "You idiot Samuel, that's what I'm doing! Wake up! Once you've become a demon, don't come here and say you love me!!!"

Samuel finally learned to look up at her.

He screamed in agony, clutching his head, as black smoke flew out of his mouth like countless flies.

Those empty, chaotic eyes swayed back and forth between red and brown.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed his lover who was being lifted high into the air.

The instant their fingertips touched, Samuel's body shrank rapidly, like a deflated balloon.

"Yangyang—!!!"

In the gradually clearing, bloodshot eyes, I could only watch my hand and my lover's hand drift further and further apart.

It created a formidable barrier.

System: [You cried.]

Xia Yangyang: [I was faking it.]

system:[……]

Xia Yangyang: [It's so high and cold! I'm scared, I'm not going to die, waaaaah! Master Tong, save me...]

The system disabled her five senses and pain perception: [Don't worry, I've calculated the trajectory. She'll land the moment she opens and closes her eyes.]

Xia, blindfolded, Yangyang: [???]

*

After the storm, the sky was clear and blue.

After two years, the sun pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth. The snow melted, and warmth and light once again graced this enchanting forest.

Only at the eye of the storm, there was a kneeling figure that looked like a rotten stone sculpture.

His head was buried in the mud, his body was slightly bent, his thin and sharp shoulder blades protruded from his back, and his arms were also on the ground, only his smooth golden hair was spread out like silk.

The elves who were actively building the city came and went. Every elf noticed him, yet every elf ignored him.

They walked past him.

It was as if he and Yangyang had died together in that storm.

In Samuel's world, Xia Yangyang is like an unfinished melody that suddenly comes to an abrupt end, leaving only endless echoes.

He closed his eyes, and all he saw were her faces—laughing, bitter, ordinary.

The culprit who killed her was himself.

So this is what it feels like to die in a meaningless winter.

He deserves to die.

He took the lives of so many elves.

No wonder Yangyang hates him to the bone; he now hates himself so much that he wants to pierce his gums and bleed.

If he had listened to her advice even once, even if he couldn't do anything, just restrained his sharpness, used that power cautiously, or respected nature and life, such consequences would not have occurred.

She didn't die on a particular day.

Instead, he died during countless arrogant days and nights of inaction.

Why wasn't it him who died? Yangyang was so good, so kind, pure, and strong... Shouldn't it be people like him, who have no bottom line and only care about surviving for themselves, who deserve to be punished the most?

Is the passing of a loved one a punishment from nature?

Samuel gave a bitter laugh, his whole body trembling, his lips curving upwards, but his tears mingled with the mud.

The snow mountain spirits have visited several times in the past two months.

They tried to pull their king up from the ground, but he didn't want to move and remained stuck there like a massive boulder.

They couldn't do anything about it; they could only wait for him to process his grief and move on.

However, witnessing the love between their king and a human girl made them even more afraid of love.

Love is not a lovely thing at all; it is fierce and destructive, crazy, fragile, and magical.

"Why don't you go look for your sister?" A soft, childlike boy's voice came from above. "Maybe she's still alive."

It's a small mushroom.

He also read boundless hatred in his heart.

Suddenly, I heard my lover's poetic admonition echoing in my ears—

Don't listen to what he says. Observe what he does, feel it, and feel it with your heart, discarding prejudice.

A person I hate so much I want him to die.

They won't bother with him.

Samuel's stiff body showed faint signs of movement.

A cracking sound came from his joints as he gripped the ground with his hands and wobbled to his feet with a forceful effort. The warm white sunlight shone on his pale face, as if locking his eyes in amber.

He took two steps forward, then fell heavily to the ground, closed his eyes, and was pulled into darkness by dizziness.

*

When Samuel woke up again, he was in the New Green Elf's clinic.

The mud on his body had been cleaned off, and he had regained some of his good looks.

He was so thin he was just skin and bones, his cheeks were sunken, his brow bones were so prominent they were almost sharp, and even when his eyes were open, they were only staring at one spot, dull and numb.

He felt that nothing could stir the slightest ripple in his heart anymore.

He only wanted to exhaust this endless life, or to push down that snow-capped mountain, so that he could be with his beloved.

but--

The little mushroom and the young green elf walked in from outside the door.

"You're pregnant, Samuel," the green elf said solemnly. "Three months along."

The green elf saw his stiff face, first blank, then a twisted emotion gradually surfaced, but it was definitely not vitality, more like mockery and contempt, but he tried his best not to show it completely.

He turned his head toward the green elf, opened his mouth, and spoke for the first time in a long time.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a crow's, as he stated the most concise and straightforward rebuttal: "I am male."

If you can't even see such basic things, you shouldn't be a doctor.

"You've made a wrong diagnosis."