Chapter 2: The Heiress School Beauty x The Illegitimate Son School Bully

Her face was etched with disbelief and anger, her hands flailing wildly in the air as if that could somehow dispel the utterly absurd order before her. She simply could not accept the idea of bearing a child for a stranger.

007 clicked its tongue helplessly, fluttering over to her side. Looking up at her with earnest concern, it coaxed gently, “Song Ran, you need to calm down first. Look at your current state—your soul is practically falling apart. If you don’t complete this mission, there’s truly no way out.”

But Song Ran couldn't hear any of it. Tears welled up and spilled over as her voice sharpened with fierce resistance. “I’m only nineteen! I’ve never even held a boy’s hand properly! In my world, I’m still staying up late cramming for finals, working to earn my tuition through part-time jobs. Having a child is a million miles away from my reality!”

She trembled as she spoke, involuntarily picturing scenes from movies where women in labor screamed in agony, drenched in cold sweat. The excruciating pain of childbirth, the changes to her body, the endless hardships afterward—all surged through her mind, binding her in a vine of terror.

“I’m scared. I’m truly terrified... The tearing pain, the responsibility of raising a child—I just can’t bear it. Thinking about it all, I’d rather vanish into nothingness right now.” Song Ran sobbed uncontrollably, curling into a ball; her soul wavered fiercely, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

007 grew frantic, circling her anxiously, quickly soothing, “No, no, no, there’s a way. Every world has auxiliary tools to ease the pain and minimize risks. Just think—if you get through this, you’ll be reborn, back at school to continue your studies. The future will be wide open and bright. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Song Ran eyed the tiny glowing orb floating before her with suspicion. Her gaze was wary and uncertain, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, “This childbirth system you’re talking about—don’t tell me it’s just going to turn me into some breeding machine, mindlessly having children with different men in every world? That’s utterly insane, like I’m not even human!”

007 frantically fluttered its gleaming little wings, explaining anxiously, “Oh no, don’t think of me that way! Although having children is the core mission, it’s nothing like the inhumane operation you imagine. There’s much more to it—each new life you bring into the world is actually tied to saving that world.”

Seeing Song Ran still frowning with disbelief, 007 hurried on, “For example, in the first world, which is ancient times, your offspring could very well be a wise ruler who averts war, sparing the people from devastation. In the interstellar era, your child might carry special genetic codes that solve the energy crisis and revive a decaying star system. In the tumultuous Republican era, your child could grow up to be a hero who ends division and ushers in peace. You’re not a mere birthing machine; you’re a key player in the fate of each world!”

Song Ran snorted coldly, “That sounds all well and good, but the one suffering is me. What if something goes wrong and I lose my life? What do your grand reasons matter then?”

007 drifted closer, softening its tone. “That’s exactly why we’re bound together. I’ll protect you all the way, giving you cheats—ancient secret remedies to secure your pregnancy, high-tech shields in the stars, hidden connections in chaotic times to keep you safe. Finish the mission, and beyond rebirth, you’ll receive rich rewards—peerless martial arts, astonishing talents to choose from, all guaranteed to benefit you. Trust me on this one.”

Biting her lip, Song Ran fell into thought. Though doubt still lingered on her face, a flicker of wavering hope had begun to glow in her eyes.