Ovoviviparity

Reincarnation is an art, and at this moment, Ji Ming had undoubtedly mastered its core technique.

Beneath a small pond, having already been reborn as a grass carp, he lingered near the bottom, seeking refuge from the scorching sun above. His fish mouth opened and closed in a constant rhythm, drawing water in and pushing it out through his gill slits. In this process, water flowed over the filamentous gills, where oxygen and carbon dioxide exchanged places—a fish’s instinctive underwater breathing, ensuring his long survival beneath the surface.

To be honest, after two full years of fish life, Ji Ming still found it hard to accept or adapt to the fate of being reborn as a fish. In his previous life he had committed no great sins, so why had he come into the world as a grass carp? Such meaningless questions, however, never lingered long in his mind. He had always been one to go with the flow, and although his current experience was strange beyond words, the instincts of a fish constantly drove him to search for food, to procreate, and to evade predators.

With a gentle flick of his paired pectoral fins, a thin layer of silt above the pond bed was swept aside. From the disturbed mud, he bit off a tender sprig of newly grown water grass and swallowed it bit by bit. Occasionally, a few crunchy-shelled snails were also devoured without mercy. In this pond, the reason the aquatic plants grew in such balanced patches instead of overrunning the whole place could mostly be attributed to his efforts.

A deep gurgling rang out as a “giant” fish aggressively swe