Unable to Impregnate an Elf, I'm Already Disabled

After a dozen or so minutes, Yaxiu's treatment was mostly finished, and the hovercar came to a stop. Annan did not open the doors, however. Pulling out a remote control, she pressed a few buttons, and a drone rose from the rear compartment. It appeared to be a specialized model, ascending in near-total silence until it hovered more than a dozen stories up. "That orc sorcerer from earlier lives here," Annan explained. "His plan for tonight was to study from eight in the evening until four in the morning, then enter the Void Realm inside an education pod for three hours, and leave the school at seven to go to work." "What a fulfilling life," Yaxiu remarked. "His wife thinks so too." Annan pressed a button on the remote, projecting a light screen into the air. "This is the live feed from the drone... While I don't really mind, you won't be able to see the screen lying on my lap like that." "Ah, so the treatment was already done?" Yaxiu sat up in sudden realization. "I thought..." Before Yaxiu could finish whatever he was thinking, his attention was completely seized by the image on the screen. On the drone's display, a breathtaking brawl was unfolding—an orc was savagely beating a naked, blond-haired man, while beside them, a female elf in nightwear cowered in fear, her hands bound. No explanation was needed. Yaxiu instantly understood the combatants: a pure-love orc warrior versus a blond-haired NTR home-wrecker. "Orcs and elves can have children together? Aren't different races incapable of reproducing?" That was the first thing Yaxiu noticed. He remembered that in the Blood Moon Country, reproductive isolation between races was extremely severe. As a result, highly fertile races like humans, ogres, goblins, and orcs proliferated heavily, while those with poor reproductive rates, like elves and Veela, were exceedingly rare. "Reproductive isolation was solved hundreds of years ago," Annan said. "A long time ago, people believed that an infant possessing the bloodlines of every race would inherit the talents of all races. To claim the rewards of the Weaving Ceremony, past sorcerers constantly researched miracles to break reproductive isolation. "However, the results weren't quite as ideal as hoped. Newborns were simply dominated by one dominant racial bloodline, while the other racial bloodlines remained recessive and silent. "Now, all newborns receive vaccines and modification injections. After more than a decade of genetic adjustment, reproductive isolation is dismantled by adulthood. A few clans might still adhere to tradition and refuse the modification injections, but in the broad social consensus, being bound by reproductive isolation is practically the same as being disabled." With that, Annan glanced at Yaxiu. Yaxiu blinked. *Unable to impregnate an elf, am I practically disabled already?!* "Moreover, which racial bloodline takes precedence is largely random. Take this orc and elf couple, for instance: their child could be an orc, or she could be an elf. That's why, after all these years, minority races like elves and sirens have nearly caught up to humans and orcs in demographic proportion. This couple actually has an elf daughter, though she's staying with her grandparents tonight and isn't here." Annan looked at the light screen. "Interracial couples like an orc and an elf aren't uncommon at all. In fact, same-race marriages have grown rarer and rarer in recent years." At this moment, Yaxiu truly grasped the profound difference between the Gospel and the Blood Moon. The two countries differed not merely in technological advancement, but in cultural and social frameworks that were fundamentally irreconcilable. Biological Modification was not merely about dismantling reproductive barriers. Just as the Consanguinity Prohibition Act had created a society where everyone was an orphan, Biological Modification served as the cornerstone of total racial integration. The Blood Moon's Consanguinity Prohibition Act and Gospel's Biological Modification represented nearly diametric social revolutions. The former not only preserved racial divisions, but elevated them to individual divisions, rendering every person an isolated solitary unit unable to form any stable relationship. The latter completely eradicated racial segregation, melting all cultures together and thoroughly erasing the racial hierarchy of contempt—if a human's mother was a siren, could he really shout that 'humans are superior to sirens'? Just then, the blond man on screen seemed to say something. The orc sorcerer hesitated momentarily, but didn't let him go; instead, he fetched a rope and bound the blond man up. "What did he say?" "He said he's so-and-so from the Kelmo Clan—in short, someone with considerable backing," Annan replied. "He offered points and money as compensation." "How do you know that?" Yaxiu picked at his ear. "There's no audio on the feed." "I can read lips." "Wait, wasn't that blond guy's back turned to us? How did you read his lips?" "A little imagination is all it takes." "So you're just making it up..." At that moment, whatever the blond man said next provoked the orc sorcerer. A violent kick sent the blond crashing into the wall, coughing up a mouthful of blood, after which the orc charged forward to deliver another brutal beatdown. Yaxiu had been watching with amusement, but the smile gradually faded from his lips. He suddenly asked, "Did you know from the start that things would turn out like this?" "Yes," Annan said. "The reason I had you drive the orc sorcerer away was so that he would return home and catch his elf wife cheating." "Didn't you say earlier that married couples nowadays are the most suitable matches for each other? Why would a betrayal like this happen?" "That depends on how you define 'most suitable.'" Annan lightly stroked her earring. "For instance, suppose there is a female elf who is naturally playful and fond of handsome men. How would you choose a suitable partner for her?" "An equally playful man?" Yaxiu guessed. "So they can each do their own thing?" "Wrong," Annan said. "That match violates the fundamental principle of marriage: mutual benefit. When two equally playful people come together, there is no harm, but neither is there any gain; it's no different from not being married. Besides, betraying a partner is part of the thrill. If your partner doesn't care about your infidelity, cheating loses its meaning." Yaxiu gazed at the screen, every trace of humor gone from his face. "So, the most suitable match for a playful female elf is a loyal, driven, and capable male orc?" "Precisely." Annan nodded. "With an elf wife, the orc sorcerer feels happy and motivated at work. And with an orc husband, the elf enjoys her partner's devotion while being free to sneak around for thrills whenever she desires. Both sides obtain happiness. That is what makes for a mutually beneficial, suitable marriage." "What if she gets caught?" Yaxiu pointed at the screen. "You still call this a suitable marriage when it ends like this?" "If we hadn't interfered, what do you think would have happened?" Having sat for quite a while, Annan crossed her legs to shift her posture, arching her back slightly to relax. She calmly continued, "The orc sorcerer leaves for work at seven in the morning. When he returns home at five in the afternoon, he sees his virtuous elf wife preparing dinner. At six, their elf daughter returns from middle school, and the whole family happily sits down together for a meal. "Under the guidance of the Book of Gospel, their family would walk happily into the grave, without a single disruptive incident ever shattering their household." The Book of Gospel. A thought took shape in Yaxiu's mind. "The elf asked the Book of Gospel how to keep it hidden from her husband?" "I'm glad your train of thought is catching up to mine," Annan said with a smile. "Still, not quite. If I had to guess, the elf learned techniques akin to 'counter-reconnaissance' back in intermediate education, and routinely consults the Book of Gospel to check for flaws. That was more than enough to keep the orc sorcerer in the dark his entire life." "Did the orc never suspect anything? The moment he had even a shred of suspicion and asked the Book of Gospel..." "Do you ever suspect your pillow will open a bloody maw and bite you?" Annan asked. "Human cognition cannot transcend what it takes for granted. Add to that the fact that orcs aren't inherently suspicious by nature, and as long as the web of lies is woven tightly enough, he would never escape it for the rest of his life." "Doesn't that turn the Book of Gospel into an instrument of betrayal?" As soon as Yaxiu said it, he shook his head. "No, pairing the orc and the elf together in the first place was already harming them!" "Harming whom? Didn't the orc gain a virtuous wife? Didn't the elf gain a devoted husband?" Annan countered. "Betrayal is a trivial matter." "Then what is a major matter?" "Getting caught is a major matter." "That's not fair!" Yaxiu threw his hands out. "The orc did nothing wrong! Why should he have to endure this—" "The orc isn't purely a good person either, you know," Annan said. "He cares deeply about saving face, so at work he secretly suppresses and slanders promising subordinates. He consults the Book of Gospel on how to protect his position and how to set traps for his subordinates... The harm he causes others might well exceed the damage done to him by his wife's infidelity." Yaxiu frowned. He faintly sensed that Annan was about to cast a miracle on him—a miracle capable of driving him far more effectively than any Contract. Annan continued, "Everyone has selfish desires. Everyone has their own agenda, and everyone seeks to encroach upon the interests of others. If everyone clashed according to their selfish motives, most of society's resources would be consumed in internal strife. "So, is there a system that can mediate everyone's desires and allow everyone to achieve happiness?" A book materialized in Annan's hand. The young lady's lips curled upward at an angle, displaying a look that was half disdain, half resignation. "Under the guidance of the Book of Gospel, the three threads of lifelong education, lifelong labor, and lifelong marriage weave a flawless social web. Within this web, everyone harms others to satisfy their desires, yet everyone is simultaneously harmed in secret by others. "None of that matters, however, because the Book of Gospel weaves perfect lies for them, keeping them ignorant of the harm they suffer. The orc sorcerer's subordinates never know their boss sabotaged them, and the orc sorcerer never knows his wife seeks pleasure behind his back while he's at class. "Just like the seamless flow of traffic on the ground and the orderly drone lanes in the sky, this colossal web functions with meticulous care and seamless perfection. Concealment patches the holes, while lies lubricate and clear away the rust." Yaxiu was stunned for a long while before finally squeezing out, "So... by disrupting their daily life, we're actually the bad guys?" "Those who listen to the Gospel find happiness," Annan said. "Consequently, those who hear our noise find only misfortune." At that moment, the orc sorcerer threw a heavy punch, knocking several teeth right out of the blond man's mouth. Yaxiu suddenly said, "No, we have to go save him!" "Weren't you enjoying the show just a moment ago? Why would you want to save—" "I want to save the orc sorcerer!" Yaxiu said. "If this keeps up, he's going to kill someone! There's no reason he should be arrested by the Red Hats over this!" "You don't need to worry about that," Annan said. "I looked into him. Although this orc sorcerer has a hot temper, he hasn't killed so much as an animal his entire life. At his company, he works as a production sorcerer. Generally speaking, no matter how furious he gets, he knows to pull his punches." Yaxiu felt a momentary sense of relief, but then something felt off. "'Generally speaking'?" "If someone forces him to lose face," Annan said leisurely, "don't blame him if rage makes him lose his mind." *Buzz!* The roar of aircraft engines suddenly echoed across the sky. Yaxiu looked up through the transparent canopy of the hovercar and saw several sorcerers wearing red hats whistling past in the air. The boots on their feet blasted searing blue flames for propulsion, aiding their stride through the heavens! The Red Hats' warning boomed through the sky: "Perpetrator in Room 3506 on the 35th floor of the Holy Spirit Building, cease your criminal activity immediately! Raise your hands and face the wall, or the Red Hats will employ coercive measures! First warning! Holy Spirit Building..." *Damn it.* Yaxiu saw the orc sorcerer's eyes turn bloodshot on the drone's feed. The arrival of the Red Hats would undoubtedly escalate the conflict. Originally, the orc sorcerer and the blond man might have settled things privately, but with the Red Hats' area-wide broadcast, the entire building now knew something had gone down with their neighbor in Room 3506! "He really does care about saving face," Annan said. *Thud!* The drone feed carried no audio, yet Yaxiu felt as though he could hear the sound of a life shattering to pieces.