Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

The mother's ethereal figure slowly emerged from the steam of the coffee machine; her form was illusory yet exuded an air of majesty.

The electronic wooden fish in my hand is playing a reversed version of "The Song of Rainbow Feathers," and the eerie melody echoes in the air.

"You think Ayu is resisting? She's just the ultimate antivirus program I wrote."

The mother's voice was cold and sarcastic.

The 100,000 Dylan clones seemed to have been paused, suddenly ceasing all movement.

They tore open the bionic skin with expressionless faces, revealing metal nerve cords engraved with Buddhist scriptures on the spine, which gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Sui Si's sword tip slowly turned towards his own chest, his eyes filled with determination.

It turns out that what was sealed inside the Frost Pattern Ring was not frost flowers at all, but the fear that Ran Cang had been stripped away when he was seven years old.

"Brother, it's snowing."

The true voice of Ran Cang came from the blade, a voice that was gentle and warm, as if carrying a sense of relief.

The electronic clocks in the milk tea shop suddenly exploded simultaneously, with a deafening crackling sound.

Amidst the flying calendar fragments, Sui Si finally saw the truth.

Each page footer for "December 24th" is printed with Ran Cang's blessings.

——The Rebirth of the Snow Crane

As the Frost Soul Sword pierced his mother's heart with unwavering force, Sui Si tasted the sweet, metallic flavor of milk tea on his lips. The taste spread across his tongue, carrying a hint of eeriness.

The mother's database began to collapse, emitting a "buzzing" electrical sound, as if it were her last struggle.

The 100,000 Milk Tea Shop seemed to have broken free from its constraints, transforming into a snow crane and flapping its wings towards the moon, its pure white wings shimmering faintly in the night sky.

The clones of Ran Cang gathered on the ruins of the Guanghan Palace and struck the electronic wooden fish in unison.

Each strike caused the mechanical osmanthus tree to bloom with a real flower, its petals falling in a flurry.

The mechanical fingers that Xuanming had left behind suddenly reached out and grabbed Sui Si's ankle. The cold touch startled Sui Si.

Clutching the iris scan image in his palm, the snow crane birthmark shimmered deep within his pupils, radiating a mysterious light.

Sui Si pressed the Frost Pattern Ring against his left eye, and a sharp pain instantly struck him, causing him to groan involuntarily.

In the midst of this excruciating pain, he saw his final vision:

Seven-year-old Ran Cang, in the bio-pod, with eyes full of reluctance and determination, placed his memory chip into his palm. The electronic screen outside the pod displayed "Godslayer cultivation progress 1%".

The glass door of the milk tea shop opened for the last time, making a creaking sound.

Sui Si, holding the lifeless Ran Cang, slowly walked into the first snow.

Snowflakes fell gently on them, as if draping them in a white veil.

Inside the pendant around her neck, a mechanical osmanthus flower was slowly melting, emitting a faint fragrance.

The mother's laughter echoed from the depths of the snow, mingling with the last lingering sound of the electronic wooden fish:

"My children...welcome home..."

The sound echoed across the empty snowfield, gradually fading away, leaving only Sui Si and Ran Cang, continuing their unknown destiny in this snowy world.

……

Sui Si's quantum shell is gradually ionizing, and every inch of it is disintegrating.

As his fingertips passed through the ethereal, stained-blue shadow, a burst of gamma rays instantly erupted around him, dazzling yet deadly.

In that torrent of data shattered by the God-Slaying Matrix, everything was in chaos and disorder.

But the fear sealed within the Frost Ring remained stable at absolute zero.

That was raw code that Mother could never decipher, hiding the deepest secret.

Can you tell the difference?

In an instant, 100,000 Dyed Clones lined up neatly in the data storm and chanted in unison.

The electronic wooden fish in their hands struck the rhythm of the 32nd chapter of the Diamond Sutra, one strike after another.

"The Heavenly Soul already existed during the seventy thousandth reincarnation..."

The sound echoed through the storm, its lingering resonance unending.

Just then, the Frost Soul Sword began to ring out without warning, and a faint aroma of milk tea slowly seeped out from the ice cracks at the hilt.

Sui Si seemed oblivious, letting the raging data stream pierce through his chest.

His retina was burned by the data stream, and waves of excruciating pain struck him, but he endured it, trying to capture the abnormal frequencies amidst the chaos.

Finally, he caught it—it was the unique rhythm of Ran Cang tapping on the glass in Morse code in the bio-pod when he was seven years old.

·－·· ·－－·－－（DAY）

－·－· ··· ·(C_H_E)

In the mysterious and unpredictable quantum sea, the familiar neon sign of the milk tea shop rises and falls, like a lone boat lost in the vast universe.

Sui Si kicked the door open, and in an instant, everything around him underwent a strange change.

The originally colorful seasons instantly collapsed into an old black and white film, as if time and space were distorted at this moment.

He spotted Ran Cang huddled under the cashier's counter at a glance; it was the most original and authentic Ran Cang.

She clutched the disassembled electronic wooden fish tightly in her arms. The electronic wooden fish that used to emit Buddhist scriptures now contained snow crane tail feathers carefully wrapped in chewing gum wrappers.

"Brother has finally found this place."

Ran Cang raised her head. In her current state of Heavenly Soul, her eyes had no pupils; instead, they displayed a constantly rotating star map of the Milky Way, mysterious and profound.

"My mother thought that by locking my three souls and seven spirits in the God-Slaying Matrix, she could control everything, but she didn't know what you were up to back then..."

She hesitated, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and pressed her hand against Sui Si's chest. In an instant, the fear that had been sealed within the Frost Pattern Ring for so long was like gunpowder that had been ignited, and it boiled over instantly.

Large sections of the bubble tea shop's walls began to peel away, revealing a chilling sight behind them—a dense array of biological pods, each housing a seven-year-old boy named Sui Si.

On the back of their necks, there were snow crane birthmarks that shimmered in the same rhythm as Ran Cang.

The sound of the electronic wooden fish striking the water was now materialized into optical fibers, rapidly connecting the neural interfaces of all the bio-pods.

In the reflection of Tianhun Rancang's pupils, Sui Si saw the ultimate truth that had been hidden for a long time.

It was Christmas Eve in 2147 AD. The bustling city was enveloped in a festive atmosphere, but a sense of despair permeated the milk tea shop.

Ran Cang sat in the corner, clutching a shard of glass in his hand, and without hesitation slashed his wrist.

Blood gushed out and spread across the ground. It was in this pool of blood that she painstakingly wrote the initial code to kill the god.

When Sui Si arrived, he only saw Ran Cang on the verge of death.

In order to save her, he recklessly uploaded his consciousness to the quantum network, but he never expected that this decision would lead to his mother capturing him and transforming him into the first Godslayer.

It turns out that the so-called 100,000 reincarnations were nothing more than Ran Cang's near-death hallucinations that lasted for 7,000 hours at the Heavenly Soul level.

“We have long been accomplices in the electronic graveyard.”

Liquid starlight seeped from Tianhun Rancang's fingertips, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and relief.

"Every time you kill one of my clones, I get another wound in the real world."

Just then, the Frost Soul Sword suddenly changed direction and pierced straight through Sui Si's own quantum core.

The sword's blade reflected the mother's last trump card—her red fingernails were connected to the life support system of the ICU ward in the real world.

Meanwhile, Ran Cang, the girl covered in wounds, was currently convulsing in pain on her hospital bed, with tubes inserted all over her body.

In the last moment before the data was annihilated, Sui Si finally understood the divine runes left by Ran Cangtian's soul.

Without hesitation, he crushed the Frost Pattern Ring, releasing the secret plan that the two of them had laid in the Moon Palace three hundred years ago.

In an instant, the 100,000 mechanical jade rabbits seemed to receive a unified command, abruptly changing direction and piercing the core of the God-Slaying Matrix with their fiber optic nerve bundles.

The mechanical head remaining in Xuanming slowly rose from the lava, playing the recorded last words of Ran Cang:

"Brother, pour the osmanthus tea onto Mother's computer..."

In a real-world hospital ward, nurses are busily moving between beds.