Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

After undergoing four weeks of radiation therapy, Xia Yangyang's face turned an unnaturally sallow yellow, and the scalp on the back of her head had peeled off in several layers, becoming red, swollen, and oozing pus.

The cancer cells have been largely suppressed, but she has already withered away.

If it weren't for Samuel's persistent insistence, she would never have lived in a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant, and she would never have allowed herself to die in such an ugly and mediocre state.

Just like the best time to pick a flower is when it is in full bloom.

"I don't want to do radiation therapy anymore." She was emaciated and curled up in Samuel's arms, trying to appeal to his emotions, just as she had mentioned it countless times over the past four weeks.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks to her pale lips: "It really hurts."

He remained silent for a long time, and just when Xia Yangyang thought this would also be a case of "nothing reaching its destination," she heard a brand new answer.

"it is good."

Xia Yangyang was startled, then her eyes gradually brightened, as if she saw the snow melting in spring and willow branches sprouting new buds.

At this stage, the inhibitory drugs have very little effect.

They brought back mostly painkillers.

But she couldn't just think about her own happiness and forget Samuel, who could only watch his lover walk into death.

So she made a bucket list.

I hope this is a way for him to say goodbye.

To immerse him in the experience rather than treat it as a task, she bit her finger and slyly instructed him to write down his first wish: to experience the ultimate oral sex.

Samuel's hazy gaze revealed his bewilderment as he wrote down the words.

Xia Yangyang whispered a few words in his ear, and then she saw his fair and handsome face turn crimson from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck, steaming with heat.

That was a feeling she had never experienced before.

As Samuel observed her expression through that holy face, he felt a radiant pleasure that permeated his body and soul, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

First, she saw a glittering starlight before her eyes, and then she saw the Potala Palace standing on the snow-capped mountains.

"Want to do it again?" He licked the water off his lips and climbed up to ask her.

Xia Yangyang's pupils were dilated, and she was out of breath.

His dark eyes shone as if they were oiled, and he pressed his head back down: "One more time."

The second wish was written by Samuel.

He pondered for a long time, then wrote down intermittently:

I hope Yangyang recovers her health. If that's not possible, then I hope her spirit will always be by my side. If that's still not possible, then she doesn't have to be by my side, but she should come back to visit me often.

What kind of last wish is this? Xia Yangyang poked his head and scolded him playfully, "Why has the honeycomb briquette turned into a solid brick?"

To waste an opportunity to make a last wish.

But he refused to change no matter what.

The third one was about Yangyang. She said she wanted to go deep-sea diving while she could still climb.

Samuel was born on land, and the elf could never have imagined what could be bigger than the largest lake? A lake with no end in sight?

They arrived at a human city by the sea, put on their gear, and she took his hand as they jumped off the ship together.

When you first enter the water, the bubbles are making a gurgling sound near your ears.

But they quickly adapted.

The tranquility of the seabed seemed to isolate them from all the noise of the outside world, leaving only the sound of their breathing echoing underwater.

She pulled him underwater.

Giant sea turtles swim gracefully and slowly; clownfish and anemones frolic in coral caves; ancient shipwrecks lie forgotten in the corners of time…

As time went by, they gradually rose to the surface.

The moment they surfaced, a gentle sea breeze caressed them. Xia Yangyang gave him a bright smile, and Samuel pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upwards—that was a smile.

The sunlight shone on them again, warm and bright.

Article 4: Hiking and exploring the Servis Snow Mountain;

Article 5: Invite all the elves of the Elven race to dine together;

Article Six: Samuel lives a day dressed as a woman;

Article 7...

eighth……

Time is always too short, and the bucket list can never be finished.

Xia Yangyang did not want to wait until she could no longer take care of her own bodily functions before leaving this body.

She wanted to retain a shred of dignity.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the vast lawn, casting a warm, golden glow. Two figures nestled together, admiring the beautiful sunset.

The wind was strong on the lawn, blowing a stray strand of hair into her mouth. Samuel brushed it out with his fingers and tucked it behind her ear.

Xia Yangyang pulled her cloak tighter around herself, nestled in Samuel's arms, and yawned: "If I were to die soon, what would you want to do?"

Of all those lists, he only wrote that one.

Samuel's muscles were tense, and his grip on her shoulders tightened uncontrollably.

He could tell as soon as he left the house this morning.

She looked at him with a gaze that was both relieved and lingering, as if she had been waiting for an opportunity to say goodbye.

Despite his desperate attempts to grasp and hold onto something, it still slipped silently through his fingers.

He watched the golden disc fall, his fingertips tracing the back of her hand back and forth, as if trying to memorize every detail of her through touch.

The sky turned deep red, burning with its last rays of light.

The person in his arms slapped him lightly, displeased: "I'm asking you, Samuel."

Samuel uttered the words that had been swirling in his mind for a long time, brief and calm: "I'll die with you."

His lover froze for a moment: "Liar, how could Xue Shan die?"

"Yes, it will, either by melting the snow or leveling it."

"..."

You know what, it really does seem like something he would do.

Since being defiled, the snow mountain has lost its power to give birth to spirits.

Every abandoned thing is like this; it will accumulate storms day and night, building itself up thicker and thicker.

No wonder he always looked like a half-dead ghost, no matter how actively she tried to get him to play.

System: [He won't try to kill himself.]

Xia Yangyang was taken aback: [Why?]

System: [His corruption level is too low. If it were the old SS-level Samuel, he might still be capable of such heinous and nature-destroying acts, but now his danger level has dropped to B.]

In other words, he will most likely have this thought, but will abandon it because he cannot bear to see the elves suffer again.

Xia Yangyang didn't respond, but stared at Samuel's chin in silence for a long time before suddenly saying, "[Could you materialize my soul for a moment?]"

System: [What are you trying to do? A materialized soul is extremely fragile; if it gets injured, the damage will be irreparable.]

Xia Yangyang: [It's okay, he won't let me get hurt.]

"Sigh... I wanted to give you a surprise." A long sigh came from his arms, and a thin little face lifted up, blinking as she looked at him.

"But who told you to take such a risky approach? Now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you anymore."

Samuel's dead, dust-covered eyes rolled: "What?"

"Didn't you once ask me what Grandpa Dragon Blood Tree said before he passed away? Actually, the stone I'm hanging around your neck isn't something I just picked up randomly; it's a Dragon Blood Stone left behind by Grandpa Dragon Blood Tree."

Samuel's vision cleared a little, and he took out the stone that was tied around his neck.

The stone was covered with cracks, and the cracks were held together by melted and solidified gold.

"Is this it?" he asked, confused.

"right!"

"But it was already broken, to save me." Recalling the scene, his vision blurred and his throat went dry.

"So you need to be more patient and wait for me." Xia Yangyang looked up, cupped his face in her hands, and stared at him with bright and firm eyes, forcing his blurry vision to fade away.

"That night, Grandpa Dragon Blood Tree told me how to become an elf, but because you've already ruined it, you'll have to pay a price and wait for me to slowly grow out of the forest."

"sorry."

Tears welled up in Samuel's eyes, even though he knew in his heart that whatever she said was just to comfort him.

But it seems that he can no longer tell whether these words are true or false.

There is no precedent for a human turning into an elf, but that was a dragonblood tree elf... what if he really has such a method?

"Don't be sorry, if you don't believe me I can show you right now."

His lover seemed calm and composed, facing death with no fear, as if what awaited her was not death, but a light sleep.

Samuel: "Then...how do we do it?"

That glimmer of hope was like a faint ray of light shining through the clouds at the horizon where the sea meets the sky.

Xia Yangyang smiled and pulled his ear down to whisper a few words.

After saying that, she snuggled closer to him, as if to share some more warmth with him, and quietly closed her eyes.

The wind was still.

Samuel was extremely nervous, holding his breath and staring at her intently. Suddenly, she playfully opened one of her beautiful eyes and made a face with her tongue sticking out.

Samuel was both amused and exasperated: "Yangyang... stop fooling around."

Xia Yangyang smiled triumphantly, and the sadness seemed to dissipate considerably.

The two of them joked around for a while longer, and then the last rays of the setting sun shone down her cheek, across their intertwined index fingers, and disappeared below the horizon.

Xia Yangyang's heartbeat slowed down, her strength was drained, and only a faint smile remained on her lips.

"Samuel, you must protect me and not let the blizzard destroy me."

"Um."

"You'll wait for Kang Kang and Le Le to grow up, right?"

"meeting."

Having received a positive response, she finally closed her eyes with peace of mind, and this time she never opened them again.

The body in her arms gradually went limp.

Emptiness and panic, like a monster baring its fangs, swallowed Samuel whole, causing him to tremble from his hand holding the Dragonblood Stone to his entire body.

He then realized that he simply could not bear to lose even a single second.

But he had to concentrate, and he saw a soft, shimmering white light float out from between her eyebrows, hovering in front of him.

That light was extremely fragile.

Like tender buds that have just sprouted after being rained on.

Samuel reached out his hand with tears streaming down his face, and the soft ball of light floated into his palm, nuzzling him comfortingly.

He couldn't help but force a smile.

Rippling.

He placed the dragon bloodstone in front of the ball of light, and the ball of light seemed to have found its home, turning into a thin strand that was absorbed into it.

Then the dragon bloodstone began to glow.

Samuel's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly relaxed, and a surge of joy enveloped him.

She is telling the truth.

She really can transform into an elf with the power of the Dragonblood Tree Spirit.

But he had no time to be happy. He carefully held the dragon blood stone in his palm and flew towards the forest, his lover's words echoing in his ears.

[You must find the withered Dragon Blood Tree within one minute and bury me and the Dragon Blood Stone beneath it, where the remaining power of Grandpa Dragon Blood Tree gathers.]

[I'm afraid of thunder and heavy rain, so you need to come and deworm me regularly.]

[I don't know what kind of flower or plant I will become. If you see something growing under the tree next spring, that's me.]

[I occasionally bring Kang Kang and Le Le to see me, but don't tell them I exist. Don't blame me for being selfish; I just don't want them to have to endure this waiting too.]

Samuel had finished everything, his hands already covered in damp mud.

He sat quietly under the withered dragon blood tree, waiting for a miracle to happen, but nothing did.

A hint of confusion and bewilderment appeared in her cool eyes.

It's okay, Yangyang said we need to wait.

He needs to be patient.

In the void, Xia Yangyang looked back at him one last time before leaving.

The system's urging voice came: [Master, it's time to go.]

Xia Yangyang snapped out of her daze: [Oh, you're here.]