Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

The city of Granz gradually returned to a semblance of order, but the smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air, and the faces of pedestrians were filled with the fear of surviving a catastrophe.

Xiao Hei wrapped his coarse cloth cloak tighter around himself, shielded his four sons by his side, lowered the brim of his hat, and mingled with the bustling crowd, hurrying through the streets and alleys.

Their purpose for this trip was simple.

Find a reliable channel to buy a few tickets to leave Granz.

As I passed a grocery store on the street, the holographic glass hanging at the store entrance suddenly lit up and started playing Galaxy News reports. The shrill broadcast attracted many passersby to stop and watch.

"...The Guardians of the Galaxy's raid on the illegal orphanage on Grantz has been successfully completed. A total of 163 out-of-control androids were seized, 336 human prisoners were captured, and several others tragically lost their lives in the fighting. The following is a list of all victims and related information..."

Xiao Hei's steps suddenly stopped, and his heart involuntarily clenched.

He subconsciously looked up, his gaze fixed on the holographic glass.

His four sons also stopped and gathered around him, watching the scrolling images on the screen with a mixture of curiosity and unease.

Soon, photos of victims appeared on the screen, mostly staff members of the nursing home and ordinary civilians.

When a familiar face appeared, Xiao Hei felt as if his blood had frozen.

It is Qi Ran.

The boy in the photo still had stunningly beautiful features, but his face was pale and his eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool. The caption below clearly stated:

"Qi Ran, an Earthling, deceased, time of death: the day of the Guardians of the Galaxy raid."

"Dad..." The fourth child tugged at Xiao Hei's sleeve, his voice trembling with fear, "Mom is dead, isn't she...?"

The other three sons also fell silent.

Although they do not understand humans, they do understand the meaning of the word "deceased".

Xiao Hei's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his throat dry and painful.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were filled with shock, grief, and disbelief.

He never imagined that the next news about Qi Ran would end like this.

That boy, who always carried a faint air of aloofness yet inadvertently revealed tenderness, was dead, killed in a sudden attack.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and strode into the grocery store.

The boss, a mixed-race native of Granz with gray hair, was sitting behind the counter organizing goods.

"Boss,"

Xiao Hei's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, "I want to ask, where are all these people who died in the news ultimately buried?"

The boss raised his eyes, glanced at him, and sighed.

"Where else could we bury them? They're all from Earth, and in the end, they were all sent back to Earth for burial. After all, this is Granz, and nobody cares about the aftermath of these outsiders."

"Earth?"

Xiao Hei's heart skipped a beat, and just as a thought of going to Earth arose, the boss's next words poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Don't even think about it."

The boss shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Since the orphanage incident, Earth has completely closed all interstellar routes, severing all contact with the entire galaxy."

"They said it was to protect the humans on the planet from harm, but now, let alone traveling from Granz to Earth, no one from any other planet can get even a step closer to Earth. From now on, no Earthlings will ever come to Granz again, and no Earth ships will ever come here."

"All contact has been severed...?"

Xiao Hei's eyes dimmed instantly, and his last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

He never had the chance to see Qi Ran again, and he didn't even know where his tombstone was.

He didn't ask anything more, nor did he mention buying boat tickets again. He simply turned around silently and led his four sons out of the grocery store.

The news on the holographic screen continued to play, but he no longer cared to look at it.

The streets were still bustling with people, but none of that mattered to him anymore.

Xiao Hei led the children step by step out of the city and towards the dark and deep abyss at the edge of Grantz Star.

That was their homeland, and the only place that could accommodate them.

From that moment on, they never came out of the abyss again.

The winds still blow on Granz, and the city lights still shine.

Honghong did not go to the abyss.

He is the only half-human, half-monster with the Qi Ran bloodline.

He stayed in the city on Granz.

The monsters have long lifespans. Over the centuries, many major events have occurred in the galaxy, and Honghong has learned a great deal.

He gave himself a name: Hong.

He became the new overlord of Granz, the mysterious Mr. Red.

Throughout her life, Hong had many human lovers, but their lifespans were all very short.

Until one day, when he could no longer remember what Qi Ran looked like, winter arrived on Grantz.

The planet Granz experiences winter only once every five hundred years.

Everything was covered under the white snow, washing away the sins of Granz.

......................

Hong occasionally dreams.

In my dream, there was no chilling abyss, only a warm and gentle light.

He was still in his unformed form, his body as soft as a cloud, floating lightly on the leaves.

Then, the hands he had longed for countless times would reach out and gently lift him up.

The touch of her fingertips was incredibly gentle, carrying a faint warmth, as she softly caressed his body without a trace of disgust, only with careful and tender affection.

The person holding him was Qi Ran, his mother.

The boy's features softened even more in the warm light, his beautiful face bearing a faint smile, his voice clear and gentle, like the night wind on Granz Star.

"Red, do you know? Granz is beautiful. The color of the night sky is the same as your skin tone, a pale red, and it reflects the tiny starlight."

Hong nestled quietly in his arms, listening to his voice, and felt even the air become warmer.

He also heard Qi Ran say softly, "I don't really hate monsters, nor do I hate Xiao Hei or you guys. You're all very nice, it's just that this place... is ultimately not suitable for me."

There was a hint of melancholy in her tone, like a feather gently brushing against the heart, making Hong feel inexplicably sad.

He didn't want Qi Ran to leave.

Hong moved her soft body anxiously, trying to reach out her still-developing hand to hold onto the person in front of her.

But the moment his fingertips touched Qi Ran's clothes, the boy's body instantly became transparent, like smoke blown away by the wind.

He tried to grab it, but only managed to shatter a piece of light and shadow, leaving not even a trace.

Hong panicked, letting out soft sobs.

Just then, the shattered light and shadow reassembled, and Qi Ran was still standing there, with a gentle smile on his face.

He turned around, opened his arms to Hong, and said with a hint of a smile, "Hong, don't you want a hug?"

All the panic vanished instantly after those words, and Hong pounced on him without hesitation.

This time, he truly embraced Qi Ran, feeling the boy's warm body temperature and smelling his faint, alien-like fragrance.

He buried his face in Qi Ran's arms, greedily savoring this hard-won warmth, not wanting this dream to end.

But warmth is ultimately fleeting.

As the warmth dissipated, the sensation in my arms vanished abruptly, and the light and shadow before my eyes began to collapse.

Hong suddenly opened her eyes, her dream shattered completely.

He stared blankly at the dome of the abyss, which was inlaid with countless luminous gems that reflected a cold light that illuminated his pale and lonely face.

The warmth of her embrace still lingers, and the last moment keeps replaying in my mind.

"I'm leaving, Red. I hope you guys, Blackie and the others, can forget me and live well."

The abyss was eerily quiet, with only the silent flow of light emanating from the gemstones.

Hong raised her hand to touch her cheek, her fingertips were icy cold, and she realized that tears had already welled up in her eyes without her noticing.

He still remembered the warmth in his dream, and Qi Ran's gentle voice, but those were just dreams.

Winter is very long on Granz.

Just like their lives.