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

The lights in the medical cabin glowed a cool white, illuminating the three tiny lives beside Rosie. The birth was over, and Rosie leaned against the headboard, a tired yet contented smile on her face. The three tiny fawn cubs were placed in a specially designed incubator, their furry bodies rising and falling gently with their breathing.

Ling Yuan stood aside, his red eyes gleaming with concentration. His fingers tapped the control panel, adjusting the parameters of the testing instrument. "Begin genetic testing." His voice was calm, but his movements were extremely cautious.

Ivan and Damon stood on either side of the incubator, motionless like two statues. Ivan's fingers twisted together unconsciously, his knuckles turning white; Damon kept biting his lower lip, his brows furrowed so tightly that they were almost knotted.

"Don't be nervous," Rosie whispered. "They all look healthy."

Damon turned his head sharply, his voice an octave higher than usual: "Who's nervous? I just... just..." His gaze could not help but return to the three little lives, and his words stopped abruptly.

Ivan didn't say anything, but his Adam's apple rolled up and down, obviously trying hard to suppress his emotions.

Ling Yuan's fingers danced across the control panel, and data streams poured down the holographic screen like a waterfall. "The genetic sequence analysis of the first cub is complete," he announced, with a hint of laughter in his voice, "It's Ivan's."

Ivan's shoulders trembled violently, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, but he remained calm on the surface and nodded slightly. Damon curled his lips and tapped his fingers unconsciously on the edge of the incubator.

"The second one..." Ling Yuan's voice sounded again, "It's also Ivan's."

This time, Ivan couldn't control himself any longer. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smug smile. He turned to Damon, his eyes gleaming with triumph. Damon's expression froze instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

"Both of them are yours?" Damon said, almost through gritted teeth. "Impossible! Check again!"

Ling Yuan rolled his eyes, not bothering to pay attention to this childish guy. His fingers danced on the control panel with the precision of playing the piano, and the data stream on the holographic screen poured out like lightning. The sharp gaze in his red eyes captured every change in the numbers until a certain data made him frown.

"The third cub's genetic sequence is quite special..."

His voice suddenly became serious in the medical bay, and his fingertips hovered in the air.

Damon leaned forward suddenly, his fingers clasping Ling Yuan's arm like eagle claws, his knuckles turning white from the force: "What's wrong? Is there a problem?" His voice was so tense that it almost broke.

Ivan's smug smile instantly vanished, and he turned to look at his younger brother with a look of worry. The two cubs lay safely in his arms, but that couldn't soothe his anxious heart for them.

Ling Yuan ignored Damon's clenched hand, an unusual glint flashing in his red eyes. His lips curled up slowly, revealing an unfathomable smile. "No problem, quite the opposite. This cub is Damon's, but..."

He paused deliberately, his eyes moving between Rosie and Damon.

"But what?" Damon gritted his teeth, almost tearing Ling Yuan's sleeve in a hurry.

"There's something wrong with this little guy's genetic sequence. I'm not sure what's going on." Ling Yuan finally spoke, tapping the screen to pull up detailed data. "But don't worry too much for now. The baby is healthy. The unknown gene segment is probably just a mutation, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Damon's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and he exhaled as if he had just surfaced from the deep sea. He carefully picked up his child from the incubator, his movements as light as holding a nebula.

The fawn curled up in his arms, its furry body warm and soft, its nose slightly moist. Damon gazed down at the tiny creature, his eyes softer than ever before. His fingertips gently stroked the fawn's forehead, feeling the pulse of life.

"Very beautiful, isn't it?" His voice was low, with a hint of tenderness that he had never had before.

Ivan also held two cubs, a smile spreading from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his mouth. He carefully adjusted his posture to ensure that each child could be seen by Rosie.

Ivan walked lightly to the bedside, leaned over carefully, and showed the two fawn cubs in his arms to Rosie.

"Sissi, look how much they look like you."

Damon scoffed in the back of his throat, his eyebrows raised high.

"That's enough. They are now in animal form. Which eye of yours can tell that they look like your sister?"

The smile on Ivan's face didn't fade at all, his eyes looked directly at Damon, and his tone was so calm that it was almost deliberate.

"I mean the look, isn't it?"

Damon opened his mouth, then closed it again, glaring at his brother, but ultimately couldn't refute. He quickly stepped forward, holding his child in one hand and gently supporting Rosie's shoulder with the other, adjusting his position so she could see clearly.

"It's exactly as I imagined." His voice was unusually soft, and there was a glimmer in his eyes.

Rosie leaned against the headboard, her hair drenched in sweat and plastered to her forehead, her pale face etched with fatigue. But when she looked at the three little creatures, the brilliance in her eyes belied any traces. She reached out, her fingertips carefully touching each cub, leaving gentle traces on their soft fur. Her fingertips felt the warmth of life, and the little creatures trembled slightly at her touch, as if recognizing their mother's presence.

"Thank you, Sissi." Ivan lowered his head, his forehead almost touching Rosie's temple. His voice was so low that it seemed as if only she could hear it, and each syllable was slow and solemn.

Damon stood on the other side, his eyes darting back and forth between his child and Rosie. His Adam's apple rolled, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, they were reduced to just a few simple words.

"Sister, you are amazing." Damon's voice was hoarse, his eyes fixed on the cub in his arms, not daring to look up at Rosie.

Rosie leaned against the headboard, her sweat-soaked hair plastered to her pale cheeks. The furry bodies of the three fawn cubs rose and fell gently with their breathing, like three dancing flames of life.

Caesar stood at the door. The black-haired boy pursed his lips tightly, his dark eyes fixed on the three new lives. He clenched his fists and leaned forward slightly, like a young animal ready to pounce.

"Caesar, come here." Rosie stretched out her hand to him.

The little black dragon hesitated for a second, took a step, and then stopped.

"My brothers and sisters won't take Mom away." Luo Xi understood his concerns and said in a weak but firm voice, "Come and see them."

Caesar then slowly approached, each step seeming to test the danger. He climbed onto the bed, his little hands tightly grasping the corner of Rosie's clothes, but his eyes could not help but glance at the three little guys.

"These are your brothers and sisters." Rosie said softly.

Caesar extended his finger, paused in mid-air, and looked at Rosie. After receiving permission, he carefully touched the nearest fawn. The fawn's fur was soft and warm, and the tip of his nose was moist. A wonderful feeling washed over Caesar.

"Do they bite?" Caesar asked, his voice almost inaudible.

The three adults laughed at the same time.

"No," Rosie smiled and touched his head, "They only know how to eat and sleep now."

Caesar nodded, but his frown deepened. He suddenly straightened his back and clenched his fists over his chest. "I will protect them."

His voice was childish but resolute, his dark eyes gleaming with the same determination as Kyle's.

"If anyone bullies them," Caesar bared his small fangs, "I will turn into a dragon and burn them all to death!"

Rosie couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching out and pulling Caesar into her arms. The little black dragon tensed up at first, but soon relaxed, resting his head on Rosie's neck, his little hands still on guard, as if ready to protect his mother and his siblings at any time.

"Caesar will be a good brother." Rosie stroked his back.

Damon and Ivan exchanged a glance, a tenderness in their eyes. Ivan gently adjusted the position of the two cubs in his arms, allowing them to snuggle more comfortably. Damon carefully placed his own cub back into the incubator, his fingers lingering on the fawn's forehead, reluctant to let go.

Ling Yuan stood aside, a hint of tenderness flashing in his red eyes. He walked over and handed Luo Xi a glass of water: "You need to rest."

"Are you tired, Mom?" Caesar raised his head, his dark eyes filled with worry.

"A little," Rosie answered honestly, "but seeing you gives me strength."

Caesar nodded, slid down from Rosie's arms, and stood straight: "Mom, sleep, I'll watch over you and your brothers."

His serious look made the four adults laugh, but no one dared to break this childish solemnity.

Time passed in the joy of life's birth, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the eve of departure. At that moment, in the Beast Temple, thousands of light-years away, beneath the bright moon, a white figure stood atop the temple. Xingyu's outline was outlined with a silver edge in the moonlight, and the red mark of the red spider lily between his eyebrows was particularly striking in the moonlight. His white robe danced lightly in the wind, like a messenger sent down from heaven.

He looked down at the Beast Temple beneath his feet. The ancient stone pillars and mysterious totems emitted a faint blue light under the moonlight...