Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Almost the instant the mental marker was pried open, Qin Zhinan appeared at the end of the corridor.

He changed his clothes, washed away the dust from the fight, and applied a thick layer of pine and cypress fragrance.

His clothes were impeccably tailored and spotless.

Over the course of a century, the number of animals and humans devoured by parasitic species could be written into a history of parasitism on Earth.

After devouring enough hosts, he increasingly felt that the pleasure of devouring was a mediocre and fleeting joy.

There's nothing wrong with indulging in pleasure.

Just like when you're hungry you'll eat, and when you're tired you'll sleep, there's nothing to be accomplished.

He developed a new theory that the ability to suppress the urge to devour is the hallmark of a parasitic species evolving to a higher level.

From then on, he no longer lived such a crude life. His selection of hosts changed from simply being able to fill his stomach to having almost artistic and demanding requirements.

His research was correct.

That wonderful sense of contradiction—every nerve stretched taut, sometimes propelled forward by the tidal wave of desire, sometimes pulled back to its original position by the power of reason.

It caused him immense suffering and an inescapable addiction, which he also took pride in.

The true spiritual climax comes from devouring unhappiness and conquering desires.

And now, his most prized artwork, which he had kept hidden for the longest time, stands right in front of him.

His neck was broken by another of his kind.

Crimson tentacles wrapped around her snow-white arms, thighs, and neck, continuously pouring into her mouth, trying to pry open his mental mark.

One of her hands was forcibly tied together with Miss Tian's, raised above her head, Miss Tian's nose pressed against her neck, she sniffed hard and let out a lewd sigh.

The crimson tongue licked the fragrant flesh: "Such a delicious host... I'll make my own."

The small artwork was looking at him, its red-rimmed eyes trembling, tears streaming silently down its face.

For the first time, Mr. Parasite's proud restraint cracked open.

Then, Xia Yangyang's eyes widened and opened wider.

She watched helplessly as the indifferent parasitic man was enveloped by layers upon layers of black tentacles right before her eyes.

Black tentacles instantly clung to her waist and abdomen, forcefully pulling her towards them, ignoring the fact that her arms and legs were broken.

Suddenly, she was spinning around and found herself stuck to a dark, sticky back.

My mouth and nose felt like they were stuck in a swamp, making it impossible to breathe.

Xia Yangyang felt something thumping near her lips. It wasn't her heart, but it resonated with the throbbing tumor in her brain.

Outside, Mr. Parasite and Miss Tian were locked in a fierce battle again.

Xia Yangyang thought that she might have been reckless. If she had another chance, she would be better off watching the battle, so that she could find an opportunity to ambush either side.

Is she going to die?

No matter who wins, she'll die anyway; how could there possibly be a chance for things to turn around under these circumstances?

As consciousness waned, the system suddenly shouted: [Eat it!]

Xia Yangyang: [Huh?]

She hadn't spat out all the red tentacle threads from her mouth, and it felt like there were many earthworms crawling inside.

System: [That thing near your mouth, eat it if you want to live! Hurry, eat as much as you can!!]

Xia Yangyang was startled, feeling the lively throbbing on her lips—

I'm confident that the system will never make a mistake.

She took a big bite of the throbbing neurons on her lips.

In an instant, the tumor in his brain suddenly emitted a sharp scream!

An indescribable, excruciating pain shot through my brain, like countless scorching metal needles being twisted and turned.

She felt herself caught in an indescribable sense of confusion and loss of control.

Thoughts were forcibly torn apart, memories were ruthlessly flipped through, distorted, and deleted, and emotions were like being poured into scalding magma, only to have all their warmth suddenly drained away.

The person's consciousness seemed to be on the verge of collapse, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, unable to resist, and unable to escape.

They could only rely on muscle memory to tear and bite with all their might, one bite at a time.

They ate raw meat and drank blood.

wolf.

Shortly after, she heard an electromechanical sound—

系统：[环境危险度下降——150%……100%……50%……20%……0%……数据无回弹，生命危险脱离成功。]

System: [The parasitic neuroblast successfully phagocytosed the host cell; gene fusion rate 80%.]

System: [Ding! System notification: An SSS-rank parasitic species has appeared. Please increase the target's affinity before breeding offspring with it.]

The system's strategy prompts returned to their familiar tone.

As the pain gradually subsided, Xia Yangyang felt all her senses amplified.

She heard the wind whistling through her hair, the noise from the distant high-speed rail station, and the sounds of a young couple arguing downstairs. Even the ordinary smell of blood became unbearable.

She opened her eyes and found herself standing on the rooftop of an abandoned building.

He held in his hand the skull of Miss Tian, ​​which had been violently crushed.

The black tentacles wrapped around his arm receded like a tide, disappearing into his skin...

*

Mr. Parasite didn't expect this either.

It would be the biggest mistake of its life if it were to be devoured by its carefully raised host.

It certainly has enough power to find a fresh host, male or female, in order to seek new freedom.

But she wouldn't agree to him killing someone.

She was like a demon, reading all his thoughts and controlling his actions—

The black cat suddenly leaped out like an arrow, its four paws extending sharp claws, and pounced menacingly at the man in uniform before it.

But just as she was about to rupture the man's thin carotid artery...

The airborne body was caught by two slender hands, and then the scene rapidly reversed.

The black cat's pupils, which were originally thin lines, dilated into circles.

It roared and twisted its body: "Meow—!!"

"Thump!" A hand slapped it on the head, turning its ears into airplane ears.

A threatening voice came from above: "Don't make a sound."

"..."

Mr. Parasite had a cold, hard face, nestled between soft, warm legs, one paw supporting his chin.

The simple and comfortable living room welcomed the two police officers.

Xia Yangyang brewed tea, which was poured for the two of them one by one. She also brought out two plates of pastries and placed them in front of them.

She pulled the shawl around her to block the cool air from the air conditioner and sat down on the low single sofa diagonally opposite the police officer.

Stroking the glossy black cat, she said, "I've already broken up with Qin Zhinan."

"During the month we were dating, he ate my food and drank my drinks. He was unemployed and always bossed me around... I'm not his mother. Who could put up with a boyfriend like that?"

"Did you break up last night?"

"A few days ago, I think."

What was the reason for the breakup?

"Qin Zhinan had an affair with Miss Tian."

As the police officer sitting some distance away took her statement, he looked up and glanced at her: "Excuse me for asking, but what's that on your neck...?"

Xia Yangyang lowered her eyes and smiled: "Yes, he also abused me, which is one of the reasons."

The black cat's tail swept across her fingers unhappily, then she wrapped it around her fingertips.

The two officers understood.

The officer who was nearby continued, "Where were you between 7 PM and 10 PM last night?"

"I'm at Miss Tian's house. I plan to expose Qin Zhinan's true colors as a gigolo and a domestic abuser."

Police officer: "Surveillance footage shows a figure resembling you on the roof of the abandoned building. Additionally, witnesses say that on the evening of July 31, you, Ms. Tian, ​​and Mr. Qin appeared at the foot of Building 10 and got into an argument."

Xia Yangyang paused in stroking the black cat, then lifted her beautiful eyes and swept them over:

"No way, officer! Qin Zhinan cheated on his wife with Miss Tian, ​​and they both jumped off a building. You don't suspect they committed suicide together, but you suspect I pushed them??"

"It's not a matter of doubt, please calm down, we just want to understand the specific circumstances at that time."

"Yes, I hate Qin Zhinan, and I hate Miss Tian... but I have a happy family, a stable job, healthy parents, and plenty of suitors. I don't need to ruin my whole life just to get revenge on him, do I? Besides, we've only been dating for a month, just one month! Is it really worth it for me to be so heartbroken over a piece of trash like him?"

To calm Ms. Xia down, the officers immediately changed the subject, asking about some harmless details.

Ms. Xia was in a bad mood, and apart from rolling her eyes, she kept giving irrelevant answers.

The two officers exchanged a glance, both understanding that they wouldn't get anything out of them today.

It seems that Mr. Qin and Ms. Tian's suicide on the 23rd floor of the abandoned building had a significant impact on her.

The conversation reveals that Ms. Xia harbors a clear desire for revenge against the two men, but that level of vengefulness does not constitute a criminal motive.

They said goodbye and left the apartment, and Xia Yangyang saw them to the door.

The officer noticed the black cat that she had been holding in her arms.

Then I remembered that on the way back, a group of young people with bruises on their faces were searching through the flower beds with sticks and nets, saying they were catching cats.

He casually asked, "What is your black cat...?"

Xia Yangyang regained her friendly demeanor: "It's a stray cat I picked up in the neighborhood downstairs; it has a bit of a temper."