Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The ground was damp, covered in the slime left by crushed neuroblasts.

Xia Yangyang was exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Just how many neuroblasts does this monster have?

Is it impossible for it to be killed?

She clutched her chest, panting, as the gluttonous man attacked from the opposite side, which she dodged in a flustered manner.

In the instant the parasite turned its head, it took over the body again, rushed forward, and transformed its tentacles into various shapes to attack the glutton's weaknesses.

Xia Yangyang has stopped trying to stop it.

Although they had a huge, inexplicable argument, their relationship plummeted to rock bottom.

But then I thought, at least with this method of fighting, Mr. Parasite would have to expend much more mental energy than she would.

After all, who can stay in berserk mode forever?

This is definitely a great opportunity to tame it.

She wasn't afraid of death; Jiang Yan had given her his trump card.

But it was an extremely precious reagent, and all the researchers spent three years refining it, and they only managed to produce this one dose.

She wouldn't use it unless it was a critical moment.

Mr. Parasite collapsed to the ground again, and Xia Yangyang knew that it was also exhausted.

"Have you had enough?" Xia Yangyang asked.

"..." The other person gritted their teeth and remained silent, their fierceness seemingly about to pierce through the gums and draw blood.

"Didn't we agree before that you'd do whatever I say? What are you doing?"

"..."

"Not going to say anything?"

"..."

"Okay, I'll remember this debt and settle it with you later."

At this moment, Mr. Parasite was unaware that this final act of rebellion would be something it could never make up for, no matter how many times it retracted its fangs afterward.

It only thought that, anyway, as long as it didn't devour the other side.

They are inseparable; they are each other's closest.

Xia Yangyang regained the initiative, and this time, it tried to take it back, but it could no longer stir up any trouble.

This protracted battle of wills has finally come to an end.

Xia Yangyang crushed the hot, freshly pulled-out neuroblastoma cells of the monster in her hand.

The sour, foul-smelling juice splashed onto her face.

The tentacles opposite her twisted into a rope and swept across, which she barely dodged. Without lingering in the fight, she spun around and ran towards the direction of Jiang's team, which was part of her plan.

She thought she should make some noise so that Captain Jiang and the others could prepare in advance.

However, they did not notice that behind the tentacles they had just dodged, there was a drill-shaped spear as thick as a tree trunk and as big as a digger.

It pierced her back, a blind spot in her field of vision.

[Get out of the way!!!]

In an instant, Mr. Parasite sprouted countless tentacles from his back, like closed black datura flowers, lifting it towards the enormous drill.

But it's impossible to stop them.

The monster devoured its power and learned to forge the spear into something incredibly sharp and hard.

So he just watched.

The drill shattered his tentacles and plunged straight into his lover's body.

It felt like being pierced through by a tree that could be embraced by two people.

[don't want--!!!]

In an instant, it could see nothing at all; all it could see was a vast expanse of white, with only the dark silhouette of a huge spear piercing the waist of a human body.

"Plop—" A sound of flesh and blood being churned together.

The sound of the wind seemed to have stopped.

The moonlight shone on Xia Yangyang, and her size gradually shrank.

The black tentacles covering its body struggled to cling on, but could not reverse their demise into its skin.

Xia Yangyang's knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground: [Pain blocked.]

System: [Open.]

Xia Yangyang: [Then why am I still in so much pain??]

System: [It might not be from you, but from another being inside your body.]

Xia Yangyang's forehead flushed instantly: [Don't mention that unfilial son to me!]

A large hole was cut into her body.

You can even feel the cold night wind coming from that cave.

On that huge drill head, there were disgusting human faces; when she looked down, she could see their smiling faces and crooked teeth.

"tasty……"

"Such a delicious fellow creature...hehehehehe..."

The spear that had pierced through her body was not immediately withdrawn; instead, it used its mouth to gnaw at something sticky inside her body.

Xia Yangyang wondered if she would fall headfirst to the ground and stab the spear back into place.

The scene should be quite dramatic.

But she will most likely die from blood loss.

No.

Her mission wasn't finished; she couldn't die.

Xia Yangyang mustered her willpower and crawled forward on her knees for a short distance, but she couldn't overcome the wave of blacking out before her eyes, and she collapsed the moment she did.

She didn't feel like she was lying on the ground.

Besides the sour and bloody smell, a familiar agave scent wafted into my nostrils.

She heard the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions, along with the sharp, painful roars of the gluttons.

The flames shot into the sky, blinding her so much that she had to close her eyes.

Yet there was a sliver of reassurance.

As consciousness blurred, a restrained, trembling voice rang out, seemingly trying its best to suppress some kind of tsunami-like surge of bitterness and emotion.

[Don't you have injectable medication?]

[I'm so disobedient, why don't they use me?]

Its voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

Xia Yangyang managed to muster a sliver of clarity: "For you?"

She seemed to only just begin to consider it, but after a brief calculation, she frowned: "That's such a waste..."

Such precious reagents.

It's more worthwhile to use it on "bulimics".

Xia Yangyang was extremely exhausted, and the black waves repeatedly swept her into the vortex.

She only realized something was wrong when she completely lost consciousness.

and many more?

How did it know about the injection?

She remembered that at that time, it was just her and Jiang Yan, right?

Never mind, let's talk about it when I wake up.

Will she ever wake up?

Forget it, I'll think about it when I wake up...

Xia Yangyang closed her eyes. In a place she couldn't see, a century-old frozen lake, frozen for thousands of feet, had cracked open.

The surging lake water began to boil from its depths, and the bubbling steam dispelled the winter chill.

Spring returns to the earth, and resentment dissipates.

From then on, love transcended species and genes.

Going against one's nature and defying one's instincts.

It grew wildly, like weeds.

*

The entire Supernatural Research and Prevention Institute was shrouded in a dark cloud.

People coming and going were in a hurry, and without exception, they all had their eyes downcast and their expressions were solemn.

In the intensive care unit filled with the smell of disinfectant—

The sleeping girl lay on the bed, her body covered with tubes and various instruments for detecting life.

She placed her two slender white hands together on her abdomen.

It is as quiet and beautiful as a medieval European oil painting, yet as fragile as a white dandelion that would scatter in the wind.

"Squeak—"

The door was pulled open a crack from the outside by something.

But no one came in.

A series of wet plum blossom prints were left on the ground.

A small calico cat, still feeling the chill and with water dripping from its fur, walked to the bedside and lightly leaped onto the hospital bed.

It bypassed the pipes and crouched down beside her neck.

Her body had cooled considerably and was no longer as soft and warm as she remembered.

It rubbed its fur against her neck, and she no longer angrily pushed it away.

It nuzzled against her palm again, but she wouldn't touch it anymore.

Mr. Parasite gazed at his lover quietly and obediently, his cat-like eyes gradually blurring.

A hot, glistening drop suddenly rolled down her cheek and landed on her pale face.

It was startled, as if it had accidentally dirtied some precious treasure, and hurriedly licked it clean with its tongue.

But the blur in front of her eyes grew worse uncontrollably. The more it licked, the more it landed on her face. In the end, she could only run away in a sorry state and wait for the blur to fade away on its own before carefully returning.

"Meow."

The cat moved its mouth closer, pressed it against her soft lips, and closed its eyes.

I'm sorry, Yangyang, I'm so sorry.

Wait for me a little longer.

Then, it opened its mouth, and the lips and teeth of the lover it was pressing against also parted slightly.

The black threads exchanged where they touched.

In an instant, all the life detection instruments started beeping, and some machines even short-circuited, sparking electricity.

Amidst this chaos, a pulsating, warm, black, active tumor was entwined by slender black tentacles.

It was swallowed from the girl's mouth and then rolled into the cat's mouth.

The buzzing alerted the doctors and nurses, who rushed in and quickly attached a series of complicated new instruments to her.

"The patient's heart has stopped, systolic blood pressure is 45, diastolic blood pressure is 15, accompanied by dilated pupils and loss of spontaneous breathing!"

"Immediate resuscitation is needed!!"

The mobile hospital bed was pushed out by medical staff. Their steps were chaotic yet orderly, and everyone in the corridor quickly made way for them.

Within half a minute, the hospital bed was wheeled into the operating room.

The heavy steel door was closed from the inside.

Mr. Parasite followed and looked at the center above the two doors, where the three fluorescent green words "Operation in Progress" lit up again.