Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

"I entrusted you with this most important plan not so you could mess it up!"

"Have all these parasites disappeared or been eaten? Give me a straight answer!"

"If they all ran into the streets, City A's missing persons rate this year would be seven or eight times higher than other cities! Can you take that responsibility?! If a second glutton is born in City A, you might as well kill me! Don't call me 'Dad' anymore, I'll call you 'Dad'!!"

The lights on the high-rise buildings and streets were dim and faint, as if veiled by an eerie red veil.

Jiang Yan leaned against the iron gate on the outside of the prison.

A string of rude insults, mixed with a few ancestral greetings, came from the phone, and Jiang Yan unconsciously moved the phone away.

The sound of footsteps echoed from the metal staircase.

The young man who had been crying while clinging to Jiang Yan's leg jumped off the stairs after descending halfway down, using the handrail for support.

A sliding tackle came right in front of Jiang Yan, who was being criticized again.

He pointed anxiously to his mouth, then to his phone screen.

Jiang Yan glanced at him, nodded slightly, and put the phone back to her ear: "Director Jiang, I have something to deal with. Please calm down first, and I will continue the report later."

Ignoring the insults on the other end, I hung up the phone decisively.

The young man who had manually sealed his mouth finally let out a long breath: "Captain Jiang, look!!"

He wished the video playing on his phone would be held up to his face.

Jiang Yan pushed his arm away and squinted before she could see the video playing on her phone.

The light outside the prison was dim, and the flickering light and shadows cast shadows on his sculpted features.

His brow furrowed at first, then gradually relaxed, and after a while, it furrowed again.

This is not a video.

It was a live broadcast, a live broadcast filmed by curious citizens.

Jiang Yan suddenly looked up: "Where is this?"

"They're streaming it on Douyu! Not only in the live stream, but also on the website, videos of the parasite battle are everywhere! Netizens have even nicknamed them 'Titan Beast' and 'Slime,' isn't that a pretty apt description—ah!"

A slap landed squarely on his head, and the young man covered his head, looking at his boss with a wronged expression.

His boss was practically fuming with anger: "I was talking about the location in the live stream, where in City A?"

The young man gave a pitiful "Oh," then, after a moment's thought, pointed in one direction:

"On the street where the 'Fresh Fruit' shop you mentioned last time..."

When the young man looked again, the phone had already been shoved back into his hand, and a glimpse of the corner of a black jacket flashed before his eyes.

The sound of footsteps running up the stairs and the call being made on a hands-free phone accompanied the conversation.

Jiang Yan's calm and unwavering command rang out: "All firepower attacking the aliens cease. Reserve firepower for observation!"

"An additional batch of personnel will be dispatched to ensure the safe evacuation of all residents within a radius of 800 meters."

*

How many neuroblasts does a bulimic person actually have?

Mr. Parasite thought this during his last fight with it.

It seems that each of its faces has a unique neuroblast cell belonging to that face.

But so what?

At the time, it held a paranoid belief.

Anyway, as long as you keep taking it out, crushing it, taking it out again, crushing it again, it's endless, but you can always find the original one.

But later, when her lover was no longer vibrant, when she became one with the snow-white hospital bed.

It then realized how much it had depended on her all along.

The Dependent Humanoid possesses flexible limbs, can conjure strong muscular structures, and its hands can grasp and use any weapon.

But the truth is, when faced with a monster like the Glutton,...

The humanoid form has no advantage whatsoever.

What other form is better at fighting and more favored by the goddess of victory than the human form?

It is a parasitic species, a mass of shapeless nerve cells.

Gather together a point, spread out a surface.

The most primal battles between parasitic species are never about who has the stronger weapons or who is faster, but rather—

Swallow.

Yes, who cares how many forms it has, or where the neuroblasts are hidden...

Just swallow it whole.

Will suffice.

Without enough nerve cells, it will devour its own kind.

It watched its own body grow larger and larger, bursting through the calico cat's skin and becoming a soft, rotten black ball of flesh.

It has also become the most hated thing by humankind.

It used to be a parasitic species with extremely high artistic standards, even selecting the best of the best for its hosts.

But now, it doesn't care what it becomes anymore.

That scene was all it could think of—

The girl's pupils constricted sharply, and her body was pierced by tentacles.

It lost its beloved lover.

The moment the neuroblast returned, it felt itself become dull and sluggish again.

Everything gradually becomes bland and lacking.

Even the emotions it took a long time and a great deal of effort to understand revealed a rather uninteresting side.

It's wrong.

It needs to win this war quickly.

The neuroblasts were returned to her hands.

That was not confinement, nor was it punishment.

That was the perfect weapon that would allow it to conquer the world.

*

Black flesh and blood were spread out, stretching and stretching, covering the entire street with black, rotting flesh.

At the crossroads of the street stood a giant monster.

It is taller than the surrounding six-story residential buildings, like a moving mountain.

Mr. Parasite's touch was cold and sticky, quickly spreading throughout the Glutton's body. Wherever it went, the fabricated faces gradually dissolved, revealing flesh and blood.

And this flesh and blood was completely devoured by Mr. Parasite.

The agonizing glutton struggled fiercely, roaring with deafening force, its body lashing out and destroying everything around it.

It kept tearing off the black flesh from its body and stuffing it into its mouth.

But the parasitic species seemed to have an endless number of phagocytic cells, which firmly attached themselves to its skin and irreversibly enveloped it.

A blood mist, born of devouring everything, filled the city, contrasting beautifully with the mysterious blood moon.

Occasionally, the lights from helicopters would shine down from the sky, illuminating high-rise buildings and structures covered in black, fleshy grime.

This is not a city, but an inescapable hell.

Jiang Yan sat in the roaring helicopter, a gun always slung over his shoulder, loaded with a precious injection to deal with the parasites.

From night to dawn.

The glutton's enormous body gradually disappeared under the black mud, as if it had never existed.

At 4:30 a.m., the dawn's light once again shone upon the city.

The city is deserted.

All that remained was a large, sticky mass of black flesh clinging to the ground, reflecting the shimmering golden-red glow of the sunset.

Jiang Yan's phone rang again, with calls that seemed to be calling her life-or-death.

He glanced at the caller, silently held the phone away before answering, and only put it to his ear after the other person finished speaking rapidly.

He released the gun, stretched his sore shoulders and neck, and leaned back in his chair.

His tone carried a hint of teasing and a long-lost languor: "Director Jiang, please allocate me some money."

"This city needs a significant cleaning project."