Pregnant With the Villain Boss’ Baby - Chapter 10

“Mommy!”

Aside from Yun Lan’s frantic screams, Yun Mu could hear nothing. Her mind raced, calculating every possible way to get them both out with the least amount of damage.

I can take a hit, but Yun Lan can’t. She was still a child, her mental form not yet fully stabilized. While an injury in the Cloud World might seem minor, the sensory feedback was tied directly to the mind; severe trauma here could lead to actual neurological damage back in reality.

The security measures in the Cloud World were supposed to be ironclad. While accidents happened, a full-scale massacre at an officially sanctioned arena was unheard of. As Yun Mu scanned the area and saw no emergency responders, the realization hit her: This is deliberate.

She instantly pushed the thought aside. Politics and conspiracies didn’t matter right now—survival did.

Locking her jaws onto the “bun,” Yun Mu bolted. The exits were choked with panicking crowds, making them deathtraps. Her best bet was to find a less congested area.

The fox was naturally agile, even with a passenger. She leaped over toppled chairs and navigated steep stadium steps with desperate speed.

“Mommy, the mecha is chasing us!” Yun Lan shrieked into her ear.

Glancing back during a sharp turn, Yun Mu’s pupils shrank. One of the rogue mechas had just cut down several bystanders and was now ignoring the larger crowds to head directly for them.

Why us?!

There was no time to think. The mecha was closing in, raising a two-meter-long beam saber that hummed with a low, deadly vibration. Yun Mu had used miniature beam sabers before—she knew they could slice through a support pillar like it was butter. Against a fox and a bun? They’d be split in two before they even felt the heat.

Escape! I have to escape! In the midst of the crisis, a stray thought crossed her mind: I am writing a very angry letter to the Cloud World developers about the lack of an emergency “Log Out” button.

Suddenly, a gust of wind pressured her from above. She threw herself into a frantic roll.

BOOM!

The beam saber slammed into the spot where she had been a millisecond ago, sending shards of stone and dust flying. The ground fractured around the impact site.

“Cough… hack…!”

Yun Mu didn’t dare let go of Yun Lan, but the grit flying into her mouth made her choke. For the first time, she cursed the Cloud World’s hyper-realistic physics.

Whoosh— The blade swung horizontally over her head, clearing the dust and revealing several tufts of red fur drifting to the ground. She felt a surge of cold relief; if she hadn’t ducked to cough, that blade would have taken half her head instead of just a few hairs.

The scene was absurd: a towering mecha swinging a massive sword like a crazed lumberjack, chasing a battered, dusty fox that was leaping off walls and sliding under debris.

Yun Mu: Even while running for my life, I still have a certain cinematic aesthetic.

Yun Lan: Pfft… blech… Mommy, enough with the parkour! I’m getting motion sickness! QAQ

“Seriously… give it a rest…!” Yun Mu hissed through gritted teeth. Her stamina as an Omega was reaching its limit. If it weren’t for the tiny life in her mouth, she would have collapsed long ago.

“Mommy… cough… the signal is being jammed. I can’t reach the outside world,” Yun Lan’s voice wavered with a hint of a sob, making Yun Mu’s heart ache. She wanted to comfort her, but her mouth was busy holding the kid in place.

CRACK.

“Ngh..!” Yun Mu let out a pained whimper. Her back paw had caught on a jagged rock, twisting her ankle sharply.

“Mommy? Mommy, what happened?” Yun Lan wriggled, desperately trying to see. She had never regretted her choice of a useless “bun” mimicry more than in this moment.

SLAM! Yun Mu dodged another strike, but the shockwave threw her against a wall. She hit the stone hard and slumped to the ground. The impact sent Yun Lan flying from her mouth, the bun rolling a few meters away.

“Cough… hack…” Yun Mu’s vision blurred—not from dust, but from a burgeoning concussion. Every bone in her body felt like it had been pulverized.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Yun Lan didn’t bother hopping; she rolled her body like a ball until she reached Yun Mu’s side, circling her in a panic. Her voice had transitioned from a whimpering sob to a full-blown cry.

“Run… get out of here…” Yun Mu nudged Yun Lan with a trembling paw as the mecha loomed over them, its heavy metallic footsteps vibrating through the floor.

“Wuuu, no! I’m not leaving!”

“Yun Lan, listen to me!” Yun Mu shouted, her fear turning into desperate anger as the mecha raised its sword high above its head.

“I WON’T!” The girl’s Alpha stubbornness flared. She turned her back to her mother, baring her tiny teeth at the towering machine. She bounced up and down, screaming, “GO AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM HER!”

The mecha actually paused. But then, it adjusted its grip. The blade flattened—it wasn’t going to cut them; it was going to crush them like insects.

The sword descended. The sheer air pressure pinned Yun Mu down, clearing the dust and giving her a terrifyingly clear view of the approaching flat of the blade. In a final burst of adrenaline, she lunged forward and shoved Yun Lan’s round body as hard as she could, launching the girl out of the impact zone.

“MOMMY—!” Yun Lan screamed, watching helplessly as the massive sword demolished the wall behind Yun Mu and slammed into the ground.

A fresh explosion of debris obscured everything.

Grind… screeech… The mecha made a harsh, mechanical sound. A synthesized, robotic voice crackled: “Obstruction detected. Obstruction detected. Commencing identification.”

It wasn’t a human pilot. It was an automated program.

The mecha swung its sword to clear the settling dust.

“Cough… cough… hack…” Yun Mu gasped for air. Her mind was drifting, and her vision was a white haze. Wait… I’m not dead?

“Are you alright?”

A magnetic voice, calm and deep, vibrated through the air. Yun Mu realized she was being held.

She looked up. A woman was shielding her, her face obscured by the angle, but her long black hair whipped around her in the wind. The woman held a shimmering silver shield above them. They were standing in the center of a two-meter crater, the ground beneath the woman’s boots webbed with cracks from absorbing the force of the blow.

I was saved! That was her first thought.

Then: Wait, why does she feel so familiar? And who the hell blocks a mecha-sized sword with a hand-shield? Is she a Super Saiyan?!

“Are you hurt?” the woman asked again, receiving no response.

“N-no… I’m okay…”

Yun Mu: …Wait, did I just stutter? Since when do I stutter?!

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