Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

After finishing their meal, Ms. Tian and Mr. Parasite both made excuses to leave the room.

Xia Yangyang stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes. After finishing, she thoughtfully cut herself a fruit platter, sat down on the sofa, and turned on the TV, which was showing legal news.

She wouldn't be so reckless as to follow them.

She was waiting for them to both suffer heavy losses so she could reap the benefits.

23rd floor rooftop —

Two afterimages, one black and one red, clashed fiercely. They were humanoid in shape, but their surfaces were covered with constantly writhing and deforming strands of thread-like material.

Aside from its massive, almost deformed physique, it resembled human muscle stripped of its skin and exposed directly to the air.

Their seemingly soft bodies sparked with energy upon impact.

They fought fiercely, tumbling down the rooftop, smashing through windows on several floors and sending countless shards flying.

They intertwined in mid-air, like two giant pythons tearing at each other.

Suddenly, the exterior wall of a tall building was violently struck, steel bars burst, bricks fell, and a dull thud was heard.

Miss Tian, ​​dressed in red, was punched into the building.

A tall, dark figure emerged from the rising dust, its back to the bright moonlight, casting the shadow of its constantly writhing skin.

Mr. Parasite's inorganic face detached from the strip-like structure, like lifting a pitch-black mask:

"Your host is now new."

Miss Tian slowly got up from the ground, seemingly encountering such a troublesome fellow creature for the first time, which further aroused the parasite's own savagery and aggressiveness.

She licked her cheek with her thick, scarlet tongue: "No one can refuse a new host who comes knocking on their door, especially since she's fresh and beautiful, and she chose me, so of course she's mine."

Mr. Parasite narrowed his eyes: "I raised it."

Ms. Tian: "I made it even more fragrant."

Communication has reached a dead end.

Mr. Parasite remained expressionless, but his face was once again covered by black muscle tissue.

The two forces clashed again, this time with even greater ferocity, fighting their way from the neighborhood to the city center, each collision causing a new round of building damage.

The battle ended atop a dilapidated high-rise building, where Mr. Parasite's punch pierced through Miss Tian's blood-red body.

A fleshy tumor, resembling mud and tangled with countless red tentacle fibers, was ripped out.

The echoes of Miss Tian's painful screams reverberated in the night sky.

"She's mine," Mr. Parasite declared once again.

He crushed the neurons in his hand and threw them to the ground.

Mr. Parasite turned and left, without noticing—

The faint moonlight shone on the smooth skin of the shattered neurons.

It slowly writhed and pieced itself together, thick blood constantly seeping from its surface, leaving a smooth, wet trail.

Miss Tian's fingers were once again enveloped by tiny red tentacles...

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System: [Warning! Environmental danger level 100%! Host, please take immediate self-rescue measures!]

Xia Yangyang, who was eating a fruit platter, felt her heart sink. It was over? Qin Zhinan won?

It's impossible that no damage was caused at all, right?

Children may scratch each other's faces when they fight.

System: [Warning! Environmental danger level 120%! Host, please take immediate self-rescue measures!]

What happened?!

Xia Yangyang immediately jumped up from the sofa, took out the only sleeping hammer and assumed a defensive posture. Her sixth sense of danger sent a chill down her spine and made her feel a fear that traveled all the way to the back of her head.

She kept looking around, her ears perked up, trying to catch every possible subtle sound.

This feeling of being outmaneuvered and outmatched is absolutely awful.

System: [Warning! Environmental danger level 150%! Host, please take immediate self-rescue measures!]

From the 18th-floor window came the "creaking" sound of a smooth creature rubbing against the glass.

Just as she was about to listen carefully.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

A loud knocking sounded from inside the room, making her heart leap into her throat. She turned to look at the tightly closed nanmu door.

No, this knocking doesn't seem like it should be done with a hand. The long interval between knocks and the dull, heavy sound suggest that a hand couldn't exert that much force. It sounds more like a head slamming against the door, one knock after another.

Wait, it doesn't seem to be a door either. The sound is coming from... a window, but this is the 18th floor.

Her heart leaped into her throat, and she stiffly turned around.

A bloodied face hung upside down, scraping against the ground, its messy black hair blowing in the wind.

Miss Tian's face was pressed against the transparent glass, her smile distorted, her features squeezed out of shape.

This fear is different from watching Victor commit massacres and the demonized Samuel sweep away all living beings.

Because this fear is directed only at her.

Wherever she fled, fear followed.

Without even thinking, Xia Yangyang pushed open the door and ran out, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest.

She thought she should shout "Fire!" to lure out as many residents as possible who were still awake at night.

As long as there are people, it is safe.

However, as soon as she opened the door—

Miss Tian's bloodied and mangled face crashed straight into her face.

It looks exactly like the one outside the window.

Xia Yangyang's face turned ashen, overwhelmed by fear, and she stood frozen in place like a stone.

"It smells so sweet... It's not too much to ask for a new one if you've ruined the old one, is it?"