Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Many years later, the orphanage still stands on Granz.

A new batch of young caregivers arrived at the orphanage.

They were greeted by androids and toured the facilities.

Upon arriving at a garden, a zookeeper was suddenly struck by the breathtaking scenery before him.

The violet twin flowers spread over the boy's knees, their petals edged with tiny silver glints of light. A gust of wind blew, and stardust fell all over his clothes.

Qi Ran sat on a white stone bench in the center of the garden, surrounded by a faint light.

His black hair hung loosely, with a few petals clinging to the ends. The profile of his face was softened by the alien sunset. His nose was straight, his lips were a very pale pink, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned.

Even with her eyelashes drooping, she exudes a broken yet stunning beauty.

Due to excessive demands, her limbs still trembled slightly, and she could only lean slightly against the armrest of the stone bench, her fingertips gently brushing the top of the child's head beside her.

The child looked to be only seven or eight years old, with features exactly like Qi Ran's.

She has thick eyelashes, skin as white as jade, and a pair of shallow dimples when she smiles, making her as beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll.

However, his lower body lacked the legs that a child should have.

From the waist down, there were countless glistening green tentacles, with pale blue sap flowing from their veins. The tips of the tentacles shimmered with a pearly luster, and they were clinging to Qi Ran's ankles and calves.

Some tentacles gently hooked onto his clothes, while others clung to his skin like vines, carrying a slightly cool temperature.

The child looked up at him, her voice as soft and sweet as cotton candy: "Mommy, these flowers smell so good."

Qi Ran hummed in agreement and raised her hand to brush away the petals that were stuck to the tip of his nose.

When the fingertips touched the child's delicate cheek, the tentacles wrapped around him tightened gently, as if rubbing against his palm in a spoiled manner.

From a distance, the scene is as gentle as a painting.

The boy had striking features, the child was charming and adorable, the sea of ​​flowers on the alien planet surged with purple waves, and the setting sun melted gold, flowing over their intertwined figures.

But if you look any closer, you'll sense the inescapable constraints hidden within that intimacy.

Those tentacles, seemingly soft and harmless, were tightly wrapped around Qi Ran's limbs, each one carrying an irresistible force.

They clung to his skin, sensing his body temperature, like countless eyes, firmly trapping him in this sea of ​​flowers.

The child nestled in his arms, gently tugging at his fingers with his own, his eyes filled with pure dependence.

But behind that dependence lies a silent control, just like that of Tomina.

Qi Ran lowered her eyes, looking at the tentacles wrapped around her wrist, a faint trace of weariness flashing in her eyes.

The wind swept through the sea of ​​flowers, bringing a refreshing fragrance, but he felt that even his breathing carried a sense of inescapable constraint.

"who is he?"

The caregiver stopped and asked.

Only then did everyone notice the handsome young man in the garden.

The android smiled and introduced, "That's our director's wife, Qi Ran. That child is a monster she raised; isn't it beautiful?"

Everyone who heard this was envious.

So monsters can be this beautiful.

They have more hope for their future work.

As Qi Ran turned around, the android had already left with its new prey.

He tried to get up, but his child beside him stopped him, saying, "Mommy's being naughty, Daddy will be angry if he finds out."

"I'm sorry..." Qi Ran lowered his eyes, stopped moving, and let the child hug him.

"Is Mommy pitying them?" The child gently brushed away the stray hairs under Qi Ran's eyebrows, and his tentacles climbed up his neck, expressing his affection.

"Mom, Dad will be angry if he finds out you want to help them. Have you forgotten about your wound again?"

The child's tone was exactly the same as Tomina's; he shook his head sadly and said nothing more.

"Mom pats my head."

The child ignored the earlier threat and started to act cute towards Qi Ran.

Qi Ran raised her hand and gently stroked his head, but the child was not satisfied. He pulled Qi Ran off the chair and threw her to the ground.

The violet petals were still falling softly, landing on Qi Ran's hair.

Qi Ran was already weak due to old injuries, and was suddenly pulled and lost his balance, with his still unhealed limbs throbbing with pain.

He groaned and tried to get up by pushing himself up from the ground, but his waist and abdomen were firmly pressed down by several green tentacles.

The child's originally soft and gentle features instantly turned cold, and his eyes, which were just like Tomina's, were slightly upturned at the corners, revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

His lower body tentacles suddenly tensed, and the tip of one of them quickly contracted and hardened, turning into a sharp spike with a bluish glow, which plunged into Qi Ran's outstretched palm without hesitation.

With a soft "hiss," the sharp spike pierced through the skin and flesh, embedding itself deeply in the palm.

Pale blue liquid mixed with bright red blood beads seeped out, sliding down the palm lines and dripping onto the violet petals, spreading out eerie red marks.

Qi Ran shuddered, her fingertips curling in pain, cold sweat beading on her forehead, but she was held down by the tentacles and could only bite her lip tightly to keep from crying out in pain.

Another tentacle had already wrapped around his neck.

This time, there was no gentleness whatsoever. The tentacles tightened, making it difficult for him to breathe instantly. His cheeks flushed red, and his once clear eyes became misty.

"Mom, you have to be good."

The child's voice was still soft and sweet, but it carried an undeniable command: "Don't even think about running away again, and don't lie to me."

The sharp spike twirled gently in his palm, and a sharp pain spread from his arm throughout his body, causing Qi Ran to tremble uncontrollably.

He looked at the child in front of him, who resembled him but exuded a strange and ruthless aura. There was no love in his eyes, nothing at all.

"If you don't listen..."

The child leaned down, bringing his small face very close, his breath brushing against Qi Ran's cheek, carrying the crisp scent of alien flowers, yet his tone was icy and piercing.

"I'll go tell Dad that you threw another tantrum today and tried to sneak away."

The tentacles wrapped around her neck tightened even more, making it increasingly difficult for Qi Ran to breathe, and her vision began to darken.

The sharp spikes in his palm were still drilling deeper, causing him so much pain that he almost fainted.

He could clearly feel the strength of those tentacles, carrying the stubbornness of a child, and even more so, the unyielding desire for control that Tomina had bestowed upon him.

The child looked at his painful struggle with no pity in his eyes, only an almost obsessive desire for control.

He shook his head slightly, and the tentacles wrapped around Qi Ran swayed gently as if reminding him of the consequences of disobeying.

"Mommy, be good, okay?" the child's voice rang out again, a soft tone concealing a venomous chill. "Otherwise, Daddy will be even angrier than me."

"Soma." Tomina's voice rang out from not far away.

Tomina walked over and saw that Qi Ran had been scolded by the child, her eyes filled with a smile.

"Why are you bullying Mom again?"

"No, I'm teaching Mom how to be a good mother." Soma smiled, kissed Qi Ran, and ran away.