Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Jiang Yan said that he became a carrier of the parasite because of an accident during a mission.

He was accidentally devoured by the parasite, but was rescued by his companions when he was halfway devoured.

When the team rushed him to the military hospital, the doctors said that his brain nerves had been severely eroded by the parasite and that he would be brain dead for the rest of his life.

The atmosphere within the team was heavy and oppressive.

But then, a bold doctor proposed a treatment method.

Parasitic species are themselves organisms composed of abundant neurons, so why not try connecting with them using their neurons?

The meeting to make this decision lasted three days and three nights.

Some people wonder, if the treatment is successful, will it be Jiang Yan or the parasite that wakes up?

Some people, out of humanitarian concern, believe that connecting the nerves of parasites to the human brain is an experiment that violates human ethics.

Ultimately, the treatment decision was passed with 11 votes in favor and 10 against.

Connecting neurons is no easy task; it took five surgeons a month to completely repair all the eroded nerves.

Jiang Yan woke up.

From then on, the nerve cells of those parasitic species also lived permanently in his brain.

Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense —

Xia Yangyang, wrapped in a warm blanket, sat on the sofa in the captain's office.

She held a bowl of steaming hot buckwheat noodles with scallions in one hand and ate the noodles in small bites with chopsticks in the other.

Jiang Yan washed the convenient electric frying pan, wiped her hands as she walked over, and sat down opposite her.

"It's not a good time to order takeout, so you'll have to make do with my cooking."

Xia Yangyang quickly gave a thumbs up: "No, Captain Jiang's cooking is amazing."

Jiang Yan smiled and watched as she finished the entire bowl of noodles.

After hearing about Jiang Yan's origins with the parasite, Xia Yangyang couldn't help but ask, "Then can you transform like me?"

"No, not at all." Jiang Yan shook his head. "The military has tested various indicators of my physical fitness and found that my strength, speed, endurance, agility, and healing ability have all improved to a considerable extent."

Xia Yangyang then asked, "Can you communicate with the nerve cells in your brain?"

"It tried to communicate with me through some background noise, but I couldn't understand it, so I just ignored it."

"Oh..." She nodded, then lowered her eyes in silence.

It seems like he's constantly thinking about something.

Jiang Yan got up to pour her a glass of water, then sat back down and asked, "And you, how did you manage to get your hands on it?"

"Me?" Xia Yangyang awkwardly curled her index finger, which was holding the chopsticks, and scratched behind her ear.

He uttered something truly shocking: "I ate its neuroblasts..."

Jiang Yan: "...?!"

*

Neither of them noticed.

A leaden gray shadow of a small cat was reflected on the security window of the office.

Mr. Parasite crouched outside the window of the Supernatural Research and Prevention Bureau, peering through the crack at his lover's shy smile under the warm yellow light.

He threw the frying pan with its tail curled up, along with the cooled human food inside, onto the grass downstairs.

The cat turned and left.

The human food was a packet of instant noodles, topped with a fried pork chop and two poached eggs, mimicking a lover's usual habit.

Mr. Parasite returned to his apartment with his lover.

Tentacles sprouted from behind and deftly closed the door.

As soon as he returned, his noisy surviving kind, cloaked in his carefully crafted facade, swarmed around him.

Their sounds were a jumbled mess in its mind, like peacocks dancing and spreading their tails at the same time.

This drove him crazy, and he became extremely irritable.

[Oh...why do you personally prepare food for humans?]

"I have to please her, or she'll kill me."

[Since you knew that if she survived, she would pose an endless threat, why did you suddenly give up when you were just a hair's breadth away from devouring her?]

"I didn't. She broke free on her own."

[You are lying.]

"..."

[Great parasitic god of Kruya! Look at your descendant! How deeply he has been poisoned by humanity, infected with humanity's most terrible toxin—emotion!]

"I don't!"

[Don't you want your freedom anymore? Have you forgotten the humiliation you suffered at the cat cafe, the circus, and under that woman's thumb?]

"I said I didn't!"

[So many of our comrades were arrested by humans, and how many more did you kill under their coercion?]

"..."

[You've forgotten your roots, forgotten the unparalleled pleasure of devouring bestowed upon us by the Parasitic God, which is why you've shown mercy to humanity.]

"I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!! Shut up!!!" Mr. Parasite covered his ears with his cat paws, his voice suddenly becoming sharp and piercing, like a string about to break, full of madness and despair.

It screamed wildly, each cry louder than the last.

But behind this anger lies the inescapable gaze of its own kind, which is tearing it in two.

*

Mr. Parasite had a splitting headache and curled up asleep on his lover's bed in the bedroom.

Parasitic species do not need to sleep.

They only use this hibernation method to recover when they have expended a great deal of energy.

The combination of reverse phagocytosis and failed phagocytosis caused its fur to look less lustrous than before.

It felt a pair of gentle hands stroking its back, just like when it often nestled in its lover's warm legs and was being stroked by her.

"Mr. Parasite." Warm breath sprayed onto its cat ears.

The unfamiliar address combined with the familiar voice made it open its cat eyes almost instantly.

His lover, who was originally far away at the Supernatural Research and Prevention Bureau, appeared right in front of him, her face level with his, casually stroking it.

It looked around; it wasn't in its familiar apartment bedroom.

Instead, it was in a car, not one of their own, the surroundings were empty and spacious, and the smell of leather was unfamiliar.

Mr. Parasite's voice remained as calm as ever: [What is it?]

A slight smile played on her lips: "What's Mr. Parasite's name?"

Mr. Parasite hadn't forgotten what he'd done; his lover's unusual behavior made him uneasy.

Mr. Parasite: [I have no name.]

Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow: "Then I'll name one for you."

As the cat tilted its head to one side, she nodded, a good idea popping into her head.

"Seven Cats".

"How's this name?"

Mr. Parasite didn't seem to like cats very much, but he still asked, "[Why?]"

"Because Seven Cats is just like your first cat form, a small cat that is all black with yellow eyes. The key point is that it also supports many people who like it on its own."

Mr. Parasite lowered his head: [Am I its substitute?]

It appeared to have lost its luster and looked somewhat dim.

But it is not a cat. During its long parasitic life, it has had many, many names, but none of them belong to it; they belong to its hosts.

Xia Yangyang could tell that Mr. Parasite didn't like the name, and she couldn't help but click her tongue, thinking he was quite picky.

"Then, which do you prefer: descendants, a large family, bringing honor to the family, glory to one's ancestors, good fortune, and prosperity?"

The cat raised its head again: [Why?]

"Because these are my hopes and dreams for you, that's how humans name their children."

[Looking forward to it...]

It muttered to itself, as if there was an unfathomable meaning in those four words.

It raised its cat face again: [Not black, then I like to call it "Not Black".]

"Not dark?" Xia Yangyang frowned. "That sounds awful."

Its true form is clearly a dark, shapeless mass of nerve cells, not black, yet it has a self-denying quality.

This doesn't seem like a self-aware parasite that would choose a name.

[I like.]

"Okay, but I have to make some changes for you. How about 'Fei Mo'?"

The calico kitten's fur became visibly brighter, along with its enlarged, round pupils.

It nuzzled her soft palm with its head: [Okay. Xia Feimo.]

Xia Yangyang: "?!"

Who made him add the surname Xia? Oh well.

The first step in taming Mr. Parasite is to establish a bond. Unlike the relationship of devouring and being devoured, this bond will not be rejected if it is established voluntarily.

Mr. Parasite is different from many other parasites.

It stems from this kind of bond.

And names are the origin of bonds.

When pets have names, the relationship between people and animals becomes deeper and warmer;

When humans have names, they have their own place in a vast social network;

When mountains, rivers, wind, frost, rain, and snow have names, they gain a soul and a story.

The car stopped in a remote and desolate area.

She carried the parasite off the bus.

The building in front of me was striking, with a heavy main entrance that used the latest biometric technology, allowing only authorized personnel to enter.

"Where are we going?" Mr. Parasite asked.

"Supernatural Research and Prevention Bureau"

Mr. Parasite's voice deepened: "[So, you gave me a name because I'll also be locked in an airtight electric cage like them?]"

Xia Yangyang paused in her stroking of the cat: "Of course not? Why would you think that?"

She didn't mention it, and Mr. Parasite was hesitant to bring up what he had done.

It curled its tail, pretending she didn't know it was her doing it, and foolishly wrapped it around her fair forearm.

However, as the lights inside gradually brightened, the lovers' voices rang out from above.

Her voice was like a still lake, without ripples or waves.

This completely shattered Mr. Parasite's self-deception.

"You made a mistake, but making a mistake is not terrible. You still have a chance to make amends."