Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Ariel felt that there could never be a worse start to a disastrous situation than his.

A quirky, scumbag father, an elusive mother, a younger sister with developmental delays, and a young man who has to shoulder the burden of the entire elven race.

The war between the Orcs and the Fire Clan lasted for five years.

After working through countless sleepless nights, he finally left the government office and returned to the Elf King's Palace, where he sat down at the dining table to enjoy a delicious breakfast.

His father, covered in fresh dew and grass, returned in a flurry of activity.

Like a plant rotting in the forest, it suddenly came to life and crawled out, muttering, "It's sprouting, it's sprouting! It's her! I need to clean myself up before I can see her. She loves my face the most."

As he went upstairs, it was as if a disaster had struck, with a chaotic commotion of chickens and dogs running around.

Ariel: "..."

His scumbag father has always been like this; whenever he is seen, he always appears dejectedly in any corner of the palace.

He looked so pitiful, abandoned, as if he, a single elf, had tasted all the bitterness in the world.

He was muttering something to himself—

"A long lifespan, isn't that what I've always wanted?"

"In order to survive, I did so many wrong things and hurt so many elves."

"Now death has become a luxury."

Ariel nonchalantly finished off the fruits and vegetables on her plate, then elegantly wiped the juice from her mouth with a napkin.

He is dignified and self-possessed, mature and steady.

From the gold-threaded buttons on the crisp cuffs to the snow-white gloves that cover each finger, every detail represents the highest level of civilization of the elves.

In fact, even though his scumbag father never said it, he knew who the "she" he was talking about was.

He went up to the second floor, where his scumbag father, still damp from the rain, had dressed up nicely and brushed past him, carrying a shovel for weeding, a small umbrella for shelter from the rain, and... a large bucket of plant growth promoter.

Ariel couldn't help but remind her, "That's such a big bucket, pouring it all in will burn the saplings."

His scumbag father was taken aback: "How much should we water?"

"For seedlings, one drop is enough."

"That's too slow..." the scumbag father muttered to himself, but still carried the whole bucket away.

Ariel didn't try to persuade him, emphasizing the importance of letting go of the desire to help her father and respecting his fate.

He went to his little sister's room. She was lying on her small bed, her chubby little face flushed, covered with a thick quilt, and a cooling patch on her forehead.

It had a ball of yarn in its mouth from somewhere, like a pacifier.

Yes, she's recently weaning herself off the pacifier. The green elf said that if a five-year-old human child continues to use a pacifier, it will seriously affect their oral development.

So her scumbag father threw away all the pacifiers, completely misunderstanding the concept of gradual learning.

The little girl cried for three days and three nights, and then developed a fever. The Green Elf said that her throat was sore from crying and inflamed.

Ariel pulled the wet ball of yarn out of her mouth: "You can't eat this, you're so stupid."

"She's not stupid." A gentle female voice sounded in her ear, making Ariel shudder. "It's just that humans have a naturally slow growth cycle, which makes her develop much slower than you."

He saw a translucent hand radiating a soft light gently stroking Lele's cheek, full of tenderness and love.

Yes, it was his elusive mother.

She couldn't touch anything, just like light and shadow; her pure white dress flowed like a holy angel descending.

In fact, she often appeared around them.

When he was so exhausted he could barely hold on, when he missed his parents to the extreme, when he was happy to have achieved some success...

Strangely, he and his younger sister could both see their mother, but their scumbag father couldn't.

Going crazy by guarding a single tree.

"What brings you here?" Ariel unconsciously straightened her posture.

My mother's brow furrowed with worry: "She's had a fever all day, and I'm a little worried."

A moment later, she floated over again and placed her hand lightly on his arm: "Ariel, you don't need to be strong or beautiful, just healthy and happy is enough."

"..."

With such a scumbag father, it's hard to be healthy and happy, right?

Ariel: "Place your hopes on your sister instead."

He casually made a comment, but unexpectedly, he watched as she repeated the same thing to Lele without changing a single word, only changing Lele's name.

Ariel: "..."

His younger sister, who was developmentally delayed and had weak muscles, opened her eyes in a daze and put her mother's finger in her mouth.

How stupid...

Okay, okay, the younger sister is my biological daughter, and he was adopted.

What a family they are!

Fortunately, he had already decided that it didn't matter if he didn't receive fatherly or motherly love, since in the elven kingdom, having a father and mother was what made one an outcast.

His responsibility doesn't lie here.

He will strive to grow very strong so that disaster will never again befall the Elven race.

He has always acted this way; he has compassion for all things, a kind and calm heart, yet he is also clear-headed and indifferent, either not taking action or taking lives.

He doesn't need love.

The elves' respect and love were enough to nourish his faith.

This shift in thinking occurred a year later in an unexpected event.

He personally led the charge in the decisive battle between the Orcs and the Fire Clan, a battle that was supposed to be a sure victory.

Unexpectedly, the dwarves failed to grasp the situation and instead allied themselves with the fire race, launching a surprise attack on the elves during the battle.

Ariel led the elves in a fierce battle to the very last moment. Countless elves fell, but he was still holding on, though he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Behind him was a cliff, his heel already on the edge, kicking off a few small rocks.

He wouldn't feel like a failure even if he died here.

Even if one falls, countless other great elven warriors will rise up. That's how the elven race is—lasting through the ages, ever-renewing.

only……

He remembered his frail younger sister.

Besides him, who else would be willing to take care of her?

He collapsed.

In that brief moment, Ariel felt no fear, but rather an unusual calm.

The sound of the wind gradually faded into the distance, and the clamor of battle was also dissipated, leaving only the steady beating of my heart.

The rosy clouds were dazzling, and the golden-red sky blended seamlessly with the vast earth to create a beautiful scene.

He, on the other hand, became one with heaven and earth.

He closed his eyes and felt a tranquility and harmony that transcended life and death.

However, just as he was about to touch the abyss, a familiar hand grabbed him tightly.

He opened his eyes and felt a jolt in his soul.

Those are Mom's hands.

It was translucent and white, yet at that moment it had actually gripped him.

My mother's long, black hair fluttered behind her. She was still as gentle as ever, and her smiling eyes were filled with boundless tolerance.

"You look a little tired, Ariel."

"..."

"It's okay, you can rest anytime, even if it's backing down."

At that moment, Ariel's heart felt as if it were being cleansed by a gentle stream.

His eyes were sore and red, and something warm flowed down.

The heart, which was originally cold and aloof like inorganic metal, has been replaced by a completely new emotion.

"Mom..." he murmured.

Even if a child is on the verge of death, they may still worry that the dependence in their voice will burden others.

His mother smiled gently, pulled him up the cliff, and tenderly wiped away the bloodstains on his face as if he were her little sister: "Don't be afraid, Mom and Dad are always protecting you."

Ariel sat on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the battlefield.

This was the first time since birth that he had experienced such a blank or dazed state of mind.

The world was covered by a vast expanse of ice and snow, and howling winds snapped withered grass and tree trunks in half.

The Firefowl and the Dwarves either froze to death on the ground or were chased by the blizzard and forced to retreat in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.

At the center of the storm was a tattered shadow.

"You really want to die that badly? Do you know how painful it is to want to die but not be able to?!"

"A reward for you, warmongers!!"

His scumbag father's eyes glowed with a blood-red light, and with a roar, the storm became devastating.

Ariel was frozen, or perhaps she was being frozen in place.

It was his mother's helpless voice that brought him back to his senses: "He's a bit rude now, but before, he was a gentle and refined little devil."

*

The war was over, and everything became joyful and happy again.

Ariel felt she had changed; she still stayed up several nights in a row, but sat at the dining table in the early morning to eat elegantly.

The sound of running and jumping came from upstairs.

The little sister, wearing a bright-colored short-sleeved shirt and shorts, ran downstairs. She was wearing muddy boots and carrying a pink shovel. Behind her followed her listless, scumbag father.

She seemed to have no idea what trouble was, happily holding a bouquet of flowers and placing it in front of the picture frame on the high platform.

Happy Death Anniversary, Mom!

"I'm going to help Dad weed for you!"

It was a group photo of the elves having dinner together, all of them beaming with happiness and joy, with Mom and Dad embracing each other in the very center.

Ariel had always been concerned about his sister's intelligence.

It's an anniversary of someone's death that I'm so happy about.

Just as he was about to lower his head and continue eating, a semi-transparent figure appeared in the doorway—his mother.

She was watching the two figures, one big and one small, walk away, her gaze seemingly magical, following her daughter's every move.

After a while, she turned her head to look at him again, her relaxed smile revealing endless love and deep concern.

"I can only leave in peace when you two have both grown up."

"..."

"But don't worry, I'll take Dad with me then, so he won't stay and cause trouble for you two."

Ariel smiled.

What a family they are!

Other spirits would love to have it but cannot possess it.