Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Admiral Mike brought Rosie to the surface of the sea and stopped in a calm area of ​​water.

The sparkling sea reflects the sunlight, and the breeze brings coolness.

The simple house in the space button became his must-have. Admiral Mike clicked the button, and a small, exquisite house appeared out of thin air. He turned to Rosie and said, "Wait a moment," and then walked into the house.

A moment later, Admiral Mike came out, having changed his clothes. His fishtail had become legs, and he was wearing a neat military uniform. His upright posture reflected a unique charm.

Admiral Mike activated the space button again. A dining table and chairs appeared out of thin air, and exquisite tableware and delicious food were placed on the table. After he finished, he turned and invited Rosie to take a seat.

Luo Xi looked at the delicious food on the table and thought of the gifts she had received. She said softly, "Thank you for your gifts. Those jewelry and coral crowns are really beautiful."

Admiral Mike was silent for a moment, his eyes deep. He slowly said, "You're welcome. As long as you like it." His tone was calm, but it could hardly hide a hint of mixed emotions.

Before he finished speaking, Admiral Mike's hand gently stroked his metallic space button. A faint light flashed, and an exquisite food box appeared out of thin air in his palm.

This is no ordinary food box.

The wooden box exudes a light sandalwood scent, and its surface is carved with intricate and exquisite patterns. Every line is smooth and natural, as if it were the work of nature.

Rosie's attention was instantly attracted.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and an inexplicable anticipation spread through her chest. Could it be...

Admiral Mike gently lifted the lid with his slender fingers.

The aroma hits your nose.

Rosie's eyes lit up instantly.

It really is the bridge surface!

Steaming hot noodles are stretched out in the box, the golden broth is shimmering with an alluring oiliness. Chopped green onions are dotted in between, and bright red chili oil floats on the surface, exuding an aroma.

This is no ordinary bridge crossing.

It is a recipe that she improved herself.

Derived from Aunt Chen's secret recipe.

Memories came flooding back.

Whenever Uncle Chen’s daughter comes home from out of town, Aunt Chen will cook this noodle dish herself.

Rosie always gets to snag a bowl.

In Chen's Noodle House, except for this noodle, all other noodles are made by Uncle Chen.

This bowl of noodles is Aunt Chen’s specialty.

Looking at the delicious food in front of her, Luo Xi couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Luo Qian once thought that the cross-bridge noodles at Chen's Noodle House were the most delicious dish in the world.

Even after traveling to the interstellar world, she still couldn't forget that bowl of noodles, and even went to the trouble to replicate it.

But as time passed and she experienced so much, she finally realized a truth.

It was never the noodles themselves that attracted her.

What really haunts her is the ordinary happiness.

Whenever Aunt Chen's daughter returned home, she could always enjoy a bowl of steaming hot noodles, which were lovingly prepared by her mother.

Luo Xi stared at the noodles in front of her and suddenly felt a pang of sadness. In this strange interstellar world, she could no longer taste that familiar flavor.

She gently stirred the noodles in the bowl and took a deep breath. She understood that what she missed was not just a bowl of noodles, but the warmth of home that she could never touch again.

"This noodle..." Luo Xi said softly, her eyes falling on the noodles in front of her.

There was a hint of nostalgia in her voice, as if she had traveled through time. "Back home, we call it mom's noodles."

Luo Xi lowered her head, her slender fingers gently fiddling with the noodles in the bowl. Her voice became low and bitter.

"But my mother never made this kind of noodles for me."

She paused, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes. "She... doesn't love me. Or rather, all her motherly love is given to my brother."

This sentence was like a stone, falling heavily into the water, causing silent ripples.

Admiral Mike's expression suddenly became complicated when he heard this, and a subtle fluctuation flashed in his blue eyes.

The Admiral was silent for a moment, as if considering how to speak. His fingers unconsciously stroked the tabletop, as if he was weighing his words.

Rosie looked up and met Mike's gaze.

Admiral Mike's eyes swept across the calm sea and finally fell on Rosie.

"I understand that feeling," he finally said, his voice low and controlled. "Your Excellency, the Saint, you've probably heard that mermaids reproduce in a very unique way. Each race is different."

Rosie looked up, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She leaned forward slightly, motioning for him to continue.

Admiral Mike took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Only the Holy Females of the Sea and Kun tribes can continue their offspring. The Kun tribe has another way, but it requires sacrificing the mother."

He paused, his eyes dark and melancholic, and Rosie noticed his fingers unconsciously stroking the cuffs of his uniform.

"And the Yan Clan I belong to is known as a cursed clan." Admiral Mike's voice trembled. "We are born with a gift of strange fire, and we spontaneously combust at birth. Unless the mother is a high-level psychic, there is no way to withstand this power."

Rosie gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

Admiral Mike gave a wry smile and continued, "There are only a handful of female psychics in the entire galaxy who can reach that level. Therefore, the birth of every Yan Clan child almost means the death of the mother."

Admiral Mike's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the distant seabed. A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, like the last ray of light in the deep sea.

"The day I was born was the day my mother died."

These words hit Rosie's heart like a hammer. She felt her throat tighten.

"I'm sorry," Rosie whispered, her voice barely audible.

Admiral Mike slowly raised his head. Moonlight poured down like water, reflecting on his golden hair and casting a hazy halo around him. In this moment, he looked both powerful and vulnerable.

"Actually, I sometimes wonder if the mermaids were abandoned by the Beast God." His voice was filled with deep confusion and pain. "Why is it so difficult for other mermaids to reproduce, except for the River God?"

Rosie remained silent. She didn't know how to respond to such a heavy topic. A silent sadness hung in the air.

Mike's eyes became even more confused, even a little angry. "If you abandoned us, why did you create us in the first place?"

"Perhaps, it's time for this cursed fate to end."

Admiral Mike looked at Rosie, and the emotions hidden in his eyes were as deep as the ocean.