Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Evolution is a competition of adaptation.

It is not the strongest species that survives, nor the most intelligent species, but those that can adapt to change.

Before Mr. Parasite was devoured by the human girl, the parasite never thought of coexisting with humans.

The habitable environment has deteriorated rapidly.

This forced them to explore new solutions.

They also tried to emulate Mr. Parasite's success, but human nerves are extremely fragile, often leading to a lose-lose situation.

After experiencing failure after failure, they finally found a new way out—infection.

With just a tiny wound, they can insert fragments of their neuroblasts and travel through the bloodstream to the human brain.

This parasitic infection, like a viral invasion, is similar to a fever or a cold and is extremely difficult to distinguish.

The human immune system will attack them.

Sometimes the human body wins, but sometimes they win.

Regardless of who wins or loses, during the period of infection, they shared a brain with humans.

They also have absolute control over the human body whenever they need to.

If they cannot kill the disruptors of the ecological balance.

Then let's manipulate humans to accomplish it.

If she could see through the lies and deceptions woven together.

Let's use our sincerity and good intentions to design a trap.

On this blue planet, countless parasitic species lurk in the bushes and swamps of the city.

Don't always say "don't take it lightly".

Sometimes, the person who crushes a centipede is just as terrifying as the person who presses the button to launch an atomic bomb.

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"We used antiparasitic drugs to maintain her current human sanity."

"The parasite cut her back with a 30-centimeter gash, and that's where the parasite that infected her entered."

"As her family member, why did you only arrive now?"

Jiang Yan sat beside the hospital bed and looked up at the man being scolded by the doctor.

His long, jet-black hair reached all the way down to his waist.

The fabric scraps on her body looked like they had been through a battle and were soaked by the rain, making them unrecognizable. Her lower body was covered in simple black trousers.

He was scolded by the doctor for a long time, but he didn't talk back or say a word.

His forehead was wrinkle-free, his lips were slightly downturned, and he showed no emotion whatsoever; not even the wind could stir up the slightest ripple.

Those golden eyes fell on the girl on the hospital bed, their calmness suffocating.

The girl was craning her neck to look at the baby in the nurse's arms.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She seemed completely unaware that her hands, feet, and waist were bound to the bed with brown restraints.

Those dark, thick, and abnormally muscular muscles spread from her right hand, which she tried to cover up, all the way to her left shoulder, and then peeked out from her neck.

Xia Yangyang looked at the person who came; it stood like a lonely fortress at the foot of the bed.

The cold indifference on his face made the surrounding atmosphere oppressive and heavy.

She has no doubt about the impact of her current appearance on it.

But she was more worried that it might transfer all the suffering she had endured to another target.

What should we do then?

If she had a long time left, she could bring the father and son together, and even if she died later, the two people who were together would be a bond for the rest of their lives.

She was terrified by its gaze, feeling as if countless ants were crawling all over her body.

Then, she forced a pale smile and had the nurse bring the child to Mr. Parasite.

"Fei Mo, you should give him a name."

Her voice was weak, and her eyes, like the flickering flame of a candle about to go out, looked at it hopefully.

Non-ink?

Jiang Yan lowered her eyes; so that was her lover's name.

Mr. Parasite's eyes finally moved, like the hands of a clock tower that had been sealed for many years, moving slightly one day.

It looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes.

Contrary to its imagination, the parasite was a completely different creature than it had imagined; instead, it was a snow-white, delicate human-shaped doll.

He was entirely white, with white baby hair, white eyelashes, and even his lips were so pale they were barely visible.

He was so clean, like a handful of snow in swaddling clothes.

But it's this thing...

If it weren't for his unbridled shouting, if it weren't for his selfish lingering in the womb, how could his lover have become what it is now?

To have harmed its mother and turned its offspring into such a species...

How can one be qualified to be born?

Mr. Parasite did not reach out to take it; his eyes grew increasingly dark.

Xia Yangyang took in its changes but did not stop it.

Suddenly, a murderous intent arose, and four spear-like tentacles extended from its back, stabbing towards the baby in the swaddling clothes.

The doctors and nurses around were terrified by the sudden turn of events. Jiang Yan rushed forward and tried to snatch the child from the nurse's arms.

"It's okay."

The soft, gentle voice seemed to possess a magical power, freezing everyone in place amidst the tense atmosphere.

They looked at the girl on the hospital bed.

But the girl could only see the reflection of the standing man.

She was beautiful yet fragile, a faint, trusting smile playing on her lips: "It won't hurt it, just as it swore it would never hurt me."

"..."

Mr. Parasite's golden eyes were clearly fixed on the baby in the swaddling clothes, but they gradually began to tremble.

The four sharp spear tips stopped less than half an inch from its heart.

But no matter what, they could never get any closer.

"Let's give him a name," she repeated.

"..."

"You don't know yet, but he was the one who protected me when you weren't around. I think he should realize his mistake."

Mr. Parasite seemed to have just recovered from his hatred, and was struck and washed away by immense grief.

Because it has no form.

The baby's appearance is a direct inheritance from her lover.

His face was so similar to his lover's.

It's impossible for him to do it.

The little baby neither cried nor fussed, like a emotionless little wooden doll, and showed no fear.

He opened his eyes, as dark as night, and silently watched his father break down.

Mr. Parasite has shrunk again.

Its human form collapsed, and it crawled roundly to its lover's hand, weeping against her cheek.

Xia Yangyang also cried.

She spoke in a hoarse voice, "I know it must have been very difficult for you where I couldn't see you. I don't blame you for not being able to come and protect me."

"..."

"No one can do it better than you."

"..."

The silence of the doctors and nurses formed a mountain range.

Their tears mingled together, and their love flowed like a lake.