Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Xia Yangyang sat cross-legged on the sofa, tapping her water glass absentmindedly with her fingertips.

The parasites in front of me all had their heads hanging down, making the already small apartment completely blocked and giving off a strong smell of decay.

It took her a while to understand.

The gist of it is that she and Mr. Parasite destroyed the ecosystem of the parasites in this area.

This has led them to live in constant fear, even when foraging for food.

They tried to fight back, but the fusion of living humans and parasites was simply unstoppable.

Neither endless energy nor double the mental strength can defeat them.

After much deliberation, they decided that rather than confronting them, it would be better to—

join in.

Once they establish a neural connection with a living person, they will no longer be driven by the desire to eat.

The pendulum on the wall swung mechanically, making a monotonous, dull "tick-tock" sound.

Xia Yangyang propped her chin on her hand and raised her eyes: "What are you thinking? I'm human. If I don't wipe you all out, do you expect me to help you invade Earth?"

A middle-aged man with lividity covering his body stepped forward.

He looked like he was about to reach the end of his parasitic life if he didn't eat.

The weathered voice carried a hint of pleading: "We know there is a deep chasm between humanity and us, but we are willing to offer our neuroblasts to show our sincerity."

"We are willing to pledge our loyalty to you and become your strength. We can help you protect the Earth and drive away other invaders who may threaten it."

"Please give us a chance to prove that we are not just beings that bring disaster and destruction."

Xia Yangyang's eyelashes drooped.

She suddenly realized just how terrifying the parasites in front of her were.

They themselves cannot understand human language, but through imitation and learning, they can study the weaknesses of human compassion more thoroughly than humans themselves.

They know what to say that will soften her heart.

They know what kind of expression they should make to appear more devout.

They know how to leverage the "victim" persona to make themselves appear even more noble.

But no matter how realistically they imitated it, Xia Yangyang would not believe anything they said from beginning to end.

Sometimes, the more real something is, the more fake it seems.

Whether it's "join the fight if you can't beat them," or "protect the Earth" or "break free from the control of your appetite," these are all absurd and unrealistic statements.

Parasitic species will not seek refuge with humans, just as weasels will not seek refuge with chickens.

Xia Yangyang couldn't guess what they were really up to.

But she knew one thing: if so many parasites were allowed to flow back into human society today, countless innocent humans would suffer calamities in the future.

She wasn't one to meddle, but why not do something that could easily turn a small act of kindness into a bigger one?

She will indeed keep them.

But it will never be itself that devours them.

Xia Yangyang paused her tapping of the water glass, and when she looked up again, her expression was unusually calm, even somewhat cold.

All the parasites' eyes were fixed on her, waiting for her to speak.

"It's a pity, but human energy is limited, and I cannot grant your request."

"..."

A heavy sense of loss filled the already oppressive room.

Xia Yangyang changed the subject: "But I really couldn't bear to see such a gem go to waste, so I found you someone more professional than me."

The parasitic species looked at each other in bewilderment: "???"

Xia Yangyang curled her lips into a smile.

Xiao Sanhua, who had been sitting high up on the air conditioner and whose cooling effect was even slightly better than the air conditioner itself, beckoned with her finger.

Mr. Parasite: [...]?

*

Mr. Parasite's hidden away dead rats (food) have finally come in handy.

After they lined up to hand over all the neuroblasts, Xia Yangyang gave each of them a mouse and told them to go back and properly settle the host's body.

Those who need to say goodbye to their families should say goodbye, and those who need to go to the crematorium should go to the crematorium.

Of course, there are also those who temporarily repent and betray their cause, but generally, those who offer themselves up without any professional ethics end up getting their comeuppance.

After getting rid of all the parasites, Xia Yangyang opened the windows for ventilation while spraying air freshener while wearing a mask.

The little calico cat lay unconscious on the dining table, belly up, its mouth open and its pink tongue dangling out.

Xia Yangyang touched it with her finger, but there was no response. She called its name twice in her mind, but it was still like a stone sinking into the sea.

This made her somewhat worried.

System: [It's okay, it just ate too much. It'll be fine in a couple of days after digesting.]

*

When Mr. Parasite woke up, his cat eyes revealed a sense of bewilderment at the world.

The first thing it saw was its lover's face, so close to its own.

Her eyes were curved, and the corners of her mouth were turned up almost to the corners of her eyes, but a sinister black mist emanated from behind her.

"You're awake? You dare to wake up, you little... mistress?"

Although they were extremely gentle words, Mr. Parasite felt that those three questions were incredibly evil and carried a murderous intent.

With a twitch of its fur, it leaped off the table and onto the top of the air conditioner.

Xia Yangyang didn't try to catch it; instead, she crossed her arms and leaned leisurely against the table.

Then, for the first time in her life, she saw a wonderful transformation in a cat's face, from blankness to collapse, and then to quiet shattering.

The space before me was no longer a simple, spacious apartment, but rather felt like I had stumbled into an indoor animal exhibit.

There were lizards crawling all over the ground, a fox that had taken over his sleeping mat, a snake hanging upside down on a clothes rack, and a call duck pecking at flesh and blood.

These animals are all extremely beautiful.

Each animal looks as if it has been meticulously cared for, from its skeleton to its skin texture, it is as exquisite as a work of art.

The girl sitting among the animals appears as a soothing deity to nature.

Mr. Parasite could, of course, recognize the origin of those animal skins.

Because each one goes through his hands.

Mr. Parasite numbly turned his cat face: [You can't devour me and then possess my "work of art."]

Xia Yangyang raised her eyebrows.

Mr. Parasite unleashed his most erudite linguistic prowess: [I love you, so I willingly allow my body to be imprisoned by you, but my soul yearns for freedom, and you do not love me, nor have you even considered the exit from my life.]

"..."

Xia Yangyang often asked the system why she couldn't perform the reproduction task when the task objects were clearly at her disposal.

The system always replied that Mr. Parasite's backlash was too strong and it wasn't the right time.

The mating of parasitic species is essentially a mutual invasion of each other's minds.

In order to reproduce, the parasitic species will capture the nerve cells of its lover and forcefully fuse its own nerve cells into them.

There may be three or four, or even dozens. It will continue to fuse until nerve cells with 100% genetic fusion appear, at which point this crazy behavior will stop.

Wait patiently for this successfully fused nerve cell to develop into a new neuroblast.

During mating, some parasitic species driven by pleasure may even devour a portion of their lover's nerve cells and brutally replace them with their own.

This is of course a trivial pleasure for its kind, but for humans...

A single nerve cell that he casually devours could cause her to go blind and become paralyzed.

Therefore, Xia Yangyang must be patient and wait for the day when its anti-devouring consciousness drops to a safe level.

Before that, every "I love you" that Mr. Parasite said was a means to achieve his goal.

If he hadn't said those three words, Xia Yangyang might have listened to a few of his words, but as soon as those three words came out, Xia Yangyang's smile immediately turned into a fire.

"Fine, you want freedom, huh? Let me tell you, if you cause me any trouble, you can forget about being free for even a moment!"

She turned around and threw an opened delivery bag in front of him.

It made a loud "bang".

The little calico cat leaned closer to look at the bag, which had a striking line of large characters printed on it: "EMS Global Postal Express Delivery".

Below it was a large, bright red stamp—"Court Express".

Mr. Parasite had never seen his lover so angry, but he still mustered his cat-like courage and asked, "[What is this?]"

Xia Yangyang took out all the litigation materials and countless credit card bills.

Amid its pitiful meows, lift the cat by the scruff of its neck so it can see clearly.

"You used my identity to open a credit card and bought a large cold storage facility, why didn't you tell me?!"