Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

We've run out of meat at home.

Mr. Parasite became visibly anxious.

Specifically, it frequently hid dead mice in the refrigerator.

Every time Xia Yangyang screams, it throws all of its "food" into the trash can.

Like a proud flower braving the frost, it sits quietly on top of the refrigerator, its eyes revealing three parts melancholy, three parts pity, and four parts resentment at its impending doom.

Xia Yangyang couldn't stand it anymore, so as soon as she got her salary the following month, she took it to the fresh food supermarket.

Mr. Parasite peered out with his cat head, his eyes wide open from beginning to end.

Xia Yangyang switched to a traditional Chinese parenting style: "See? I work so hard so that you can have a good meal. I usually can't afford to buy these things. Not a single penny of this money is spent on me; it's all used to support you."

Mr. Parasite was silent for a while: "Why don't you buy something you like too?"

Filled with the thought that "this child is teachable," Xia Yangyang waved her hand kindly.

"No need, it's more important for you to eat and drink your fill first, Mom... ugh, I'll just eat what you leave behind."

Mr. Parasite: [Then I won't have any left.]

Xia Yangyang: "..."

A single arrow pierces the heart.

Parasitic species are truly the most heartless.

Mr. Parasite seemed to sense his lover's displeasure and toned down his behavior slightly: "Why don't you just buy some? It says buy three boxes of instant noodles and get one free!"

"..."

Xia Yangyang smiled and gently stroked the cat's head: "Actually, every human takes an important lesson before entering society, called 'Learning to Shut Up.' I don't expect you to learn it, but I hope you can remember these four words."

The voice in her head returned to silence after she finished speaking.

Xia Yangyang bought enough meat for at least half a month before driving home. She had to make two trips to carry all the meat upstairs.

She parked her car in the underground garage and carried the little black cat on the first trip.

While waiting for the elevator, Xia Yangyang keenly smelled a sour, rotten, and bloody odor wafting over, but it disappeared when she tried to sniff it more closely.

She happened to be holding a large bag of meat, which made her subconsciously think it smelled like meat.

The elevator went down to basement level two, and she went in as usual.

With one leg braced against the fleshy bag, and the other hand freeing two fingers to swipe the elevator card and press the button for the 10th floor.

The rustling sound of plastic bags close to my ears masked the sound of the backpack zipper being quietly unzipped behind me.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Xia Yangyang felt a jolt on her left shoulder, and a dark cat shadow darted out through the gap between the closing doors.

"Huh?!" Xia Yangyang was taken aback.

She quickly turned around to look at her backpack and found it was completely empty.

? !

She subconsciously tried to call out to Mr. Parasite, but the name stuck in her throat as she opened her mouth.

Who are you calling?

The fusion of their thoughts allows them to know what the other is thinking without even needing to address each other.

So she never gave him a name.

*

Mr. Parasite's sharp yellow vertical pupils gleamed coldly in the darkness as he moved through the entanglement of the cat.

The cat's tail suddenly stretched into a long whip, wrapping around the neck of one of its kind and slamming it onto the roof of a car in the distance.

"Beep beep beep—!" The car alarm blared sharply and incessantly from the car that had been smashed.

Another of its kind attacked, and Mr. Parasite narrowly dodged it. He spun around and launched an even fiercer counterattack, but because of the voice that his lover suddenly heard in his mind, he was kicked by a third of its kind that appeared out of nowhere, and flew out and crashed into the garage wall.

[Qin Zhinan, where have you been?]

His lover's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but he could sense a turbulent emotion through their interconnected nerves.

Centered on the black cat, the wall is recessed, revealing a spiderweb-like crack.

"[Wait for me at home.]" Mr. Parasite replied.

Fearing she might come down to get more meat, he added, "I'll bring the meat up with me in a bit."

Receiving no response, another heavy punch from one of his own kind came hurtling towards him, which Mr. Parasite rolled away to dodge.

It looked rather disheveled.

Because the cat's body was photographed as a pancake.

The three of their kind gathered together, and their invading tentacles swiftly attacked the black cat like venomous snakes.

The black cat switched to a defensive stance, its entire body inflating like a balloon.

It looks like it's going to take the hit head-on.

Just as the spear and shield were about to collide, Mr. Parasite suddenly felt a heat in his paws, as if he were being pulled out by a vacuum cleaner, and all his neurons were summoned away by an immense force.

The black cat shrank rapidly, as if through a hole.

When he opened his eyes again, Mr. Parasite's vision was elevated, and at the same time, his entire body felt an intense, exhilarating sensation.

The synapses between the nerves reconnect with the mother cell, as if countless electric currents are flowing through them simultaneously.

The pleasure it brings is like an avalanche.

Starting with the first snowflake that is pried open, the remaining snowflakes connected to it loosen, and these newly loosened snowflakes then spread exponentially to the rest.

As a result, the situation became increasingly violent, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to split open.

This feeling goes far beyond mere pleasure; it is a sublimation of life, allowing it to perfectly merge with one's lover in this moment.

The living tentacles that sprouted one after another rolled and swallowed and enveloped the snow-white and elegant female body.

The girl's eyes were filled with an absolute black.

How many times do I have to say it before you remember it?

"..."

"I can sense everything you're thinking; you can't hide it from me."

Her sweet voice, as if mixed with sand, became neutral and more magnetic.

She held a pure white hammer in her hand, effortlessly placing it between herself and the three parasitic creatures opposite her.

The three parasites opposite them stared at each other, shocked by what they saw.

"Living in symbiosis with living people... how is that possible???"

"How could such a scumbag like you emerge from our race?!"

"No wonder you were hiding inside the cat's body. Hehehe, since you've delivered yourself to our doorstep, we'll kill you first and then parasitize her."

The three of their kind suddenly sprang up, their tentacles moving with lightning speed, heading straight for Mr. Parasite's face.

Xia Yangyang relinquished all control of the body: [You can beat me, right?]

As she dodged to the side, she seemed to hear Mr. Parasite's soft laughter.

"As long as you live, I am invincible."

The gleaming hammer was an excellent weapon; Mr. Parasite's arm muscles bulged exaggeratedly, and each attack carried a deadly threat.

The largest of its kind lunged at him first. He went completely berserk, his tentacles attacking like a storm. The parasitic species seized an opening, slammed him to the ground, and stomped into his chest, crushing the throbbing neuroblast.

The second of its kind attacked from the side. As if it had grown eyes on its side, Mr. Parasite dodged by leaning back and quickly counterattacked, swinging its heavy hammer at Mr. Parasite's helmet-hard vitals, sending sparks flying.

The third tentacle of its kind was extremely sharp, and it attempted to slash through Mr. Parasite's defenses.

However, Mr. Parasite was faster. He dodged the attack and then punched him backhand, sending him flying several meters away. He crashed heavily to the ground and could not get up again.

In the end, Mr. Parasite stood in the center of his three kind.

The dim light cast a shadow on the concrete wall that was both evil and majestic.

Having been traumatized by Miss Tian, ​​this time, Mr. Parasite wasn't satisfied with simply smashing the neuroblasts of his own kind.

He had to watch helplessly as his body disintegrated, turning into a lifeless pool of slime.

The first two were dead, but when it came to the third, the long, thin one of its kind suddenly knelt down and shouted:

"Host, please devour me! I'm willing to coexist with you!!"

"Um?"

Xia Yangyang was taken aback and asked the system, "[Is this okay?]"

System: [Uh...theoretically, it's possible, but too many parasites might make it a bit noisy.]

Xia Yangyang had barely hesitated when Mr. Parasite punched her, piercing her entire body through.

The hot neuroblasts throbbed in his hand.

A chilling aura emanated from Mr. Parasite, and a sinister light emanated from his lowered eyes.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you filthy thing..."

"!!!"

In the end, this clever parasite died the most tragically, so tragically that Xia Yangyang couldn't bear to watch.