The little cats’ gazes were like intense X-rays, shining directly on Sinclair.
The braver ones had already started whispering among themselves, their soft meows barely audible.
Sinclair twitched his erect cat ears, ignoring them, and continued to stare at Jiang Huaying with that highly deceptive expression.
Jiang Huaying clenched her lips tightly, then mustered all her acting skills to say something no one would believe: “The décor here doesn’t look very sturdy. I’ll go get a broom to clean up—”
Before she could finish, she hurried away.
The moment she disappeared around the corner, the soft, honey-like little bun she was turned into a terrifying, evil overlord.
“Meow awoo awoo awoo—”
“Hiss… meow!”
“Yip yowl lah!”
“Ding-ling aye nah!”
Jiang Huaying stood behind the wall, listening to the fierce commotion outside, shrinking her neck nervously.
By the time she returned with the broom, ten minutes had passed.
Inside the room, everyone but Jin Jianchen had quieted down.
Cat fur of various colors danced in the air, as if a heavy snowfall had descended.
Oh, no, Princess Rag Doll was fine, sitting on the windowsill far away from all the fur.
“Meow~”
Sinclair trotted over to Jiang Huaying on nimble little paws, raised a paw, and gently tugged at her pant leg.
It was like some kind of signal.
The cats sprawled on the floor all shuddered in unison.
Thinking of their boss’s recent order, they all scrambled up and began to spring into action.
A small white cat with lustrous eyes took the lead, emitting soft, milky meows from its throat.
The other cats walking toward them recoiled as if hearing a disgusting sound, instinctively gagging.
Sinclair’s deadly gaze swept over them.
Immediately, they all revealed identical large, dazzling eyes like Kazelan, and with throats squeezed, began to meow incessantly.
If anyone walked past the cat café window at that moment, they would witness a scene of tranquil peace.
A blonde girl lounged lazily on the sofa, surrounded by a large group of Clip-Voice Cats.
Sunlight draped a soft golden halo over her hair and shoulders, the warm tones vivid and beautiful, like a richly colored vintage oil painting.
Chen Sixi was running for his life within a nightmare core.
After being swept away by a tree branch, he found himself in a place both strange and familiar.
It was a hospital from the real world—but filled with Abnormal Creatures.
Chen Sixi hadn’t expected to experience a “Biochemical Crisis” within a game dungeon.
These monsters were grotesque fusions of flesh and machinery, hideous and unnatural, like the products of a heretical cult.
He finally managed to hide in a secluded spot, not daring to breathe, clutching his mouth and nose tightly.
Just then, the terminal suddenly vibrated.
Survivors: 10/100
The game had entered the final round; the number flashed in an exhilarating gold.
Chen Sixi’s face fell.
Fire blazed in his eyes—he despised the organizers all the more!
This was deliberate!
The terminal only vibrated lightly earlier, the sound barely perceptible, but it still couldn’t escape the monsters’ super-sensitive senses.
Almost simultaneously, two malformed creatures hunting Chen Sixi turned their gaze his way.
The other eight survivors were engaged in similar deadly chases.
Each time they thought they might escape, hope was shattered, and they were dragged into a new abyss—like cats chasing a weary mouse.
These fully fused monsters were taking revenge for all they had suffered at human hands.
But that was still far from enough!
Not even one-tenth of the torment humans had inflicted on them!
Jiang Huaying felt herself on the verge of collapse.
Surrounded by so many furry cats, it was truly hard to keep her composure.
Besides, she was never the kind of person with a steadfast mind, unwavering affection, or patience.
Each and every one was so lovable.
Though she loved them, Jiang Huaying refrained from touching them carelessly.
Even with her limited knowledge of the nightmare core, she could tell these little cats were no ordinary creatures.
Maintaining an appropriate, respectful distance was vital.
Fortunately, there were many ways to express affection.
Jiang Huaying looked at the little cats gathered around her, smiling warmly as she praised them one by one.
Sinclair sat right beside her, holding a position neither too close nor too far, but definitely asserting his territory.
His signature bright yellow cat eyes fixed unwaveringly on the human girl.
She had let down all her defenses and fears, clutching a blanket with a joyful smile, her green eyes like a crystal-clear lake sprinkled with stars, shimmering softly.
From start to finish, she hadn’t tried to touch any of them.
She only wanted to pet one.
【Black Mist Intensity -1】
【Black Mist Intensity -2】
【Black Mist Intensity -3】
Jiang Huaying blinked at the alert sound, momentarily puzzled by the reason for the decrease.
She guessed it was probably because she had shown kindness to Sinclair’s companions.
That was wonderful—she would surely come to truly love them!
After praising the little Siamese in front of her, Jiang Huaying noticed that Princess Rag Doll had somehow jumped down from the windowsill and now sat upright among a pile of little hunters.
Very well, next up is you!
Zen Yue hadn’t come over to hear compliments.
She only wanted to observe this special human up close.
Not only had this human tamed the butcher and become her master, but she had also influenced the boss to change his decision, becoming… quite different.
Compared to her hatred for other humans, Zen Yue was more wary of her.
This human was unlike any others she’d seen.
Fragile, delicate, pampered—her muscles held no offensive strength, and even her running was slow.
If she were the mouse, she’d be dead within three seconds.
Yet… she smelled pretty good.
Her voice was pleasant as well.
Zen Yue had heard her call Sinclair “Princess,” the word coated in a thick layer of sweet syrup that slipped right into her ears.
Wait, that’s not right.
Male creatures shouldn’t be called princess.
Realizing she’d been complimented, Zen Yue raised her head and was immediately drawn into a pure azure sea.
Those were eyes filled with magic.
Any creature gazed upon by them would involuntarily sink into them, as if they were the one uniquely and dearly favored.
Zen Yue felt a strange change in her body.
Metallic machinery within twisted and began to heat up in pulses.
Her original doll body seemed attacked by an invisible force that sapped her strength, leaving her tingling and numb.
The other little cats noticed as well.
This human was ex-, trem-, e-ly dan-, ger-, ous!
Every word she spoke caused uncontrollable changes in their bodies.
They didn’t even bother to pretend anymore, emitting those sticky, purring sounds!
It was terrifying.
More frightening than any human!
Yet they offered no resistance, feeling the twisted bones that usually ached become soft and light as feathers.
The cat café slowly filled with a sweet, tender scent.
Sinclair finally sensed something wrong.
Watching the cats who were about to turn into little honey drops, little sweethearts, his pupils instantly narrowed into slits.
Shameless human! Licentious human!
【Black Mist Intensity +1】
【Black Mist Intensity +…】
Before Sinclair’s darkening value could rise a second time, Jiang Huaying scooped him into her arms: “…Although all the other cats are nice, you’ll always be my favorite little cat!”
【Black Mist Intensity -3】
【Black Mist Intensity -3】
【Black Mist Intensity -3】
With that, Jiang Huaying pressed the advantage, her fingertips stroking from Sinclair’s head all the way to the tip of his tail.
Sinclair’s pupils twitched violently; his body spasmed uncontrollably.
The spot she had just touched tingled like an electric shock, every nerve ending stinging painfully and numbingly.
Jiang Huaying felt the stiff little cat in her arms suddenly relax.
Then five consecutive alerts sounded by her ear: 【Black Mist Intensity -6】.
“Meow meow~” came a soft, weak cat call.
Jiang Huaying looked down; Sinclair’s little head was resting on her chest.
He fully exposed himself, revealing his soft, rising and falling belly.
His trembling meow was softer than cotton candy, making her heart melt.
She recalled their past at the pet hospital and the visions she’d seen after touching the clip cards.
Perhaps besides reducing the darkening value, she should also treat Sinclair better.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she felt a warm, itchy sensation at her neck.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Jiang Huaying saw Sinclair rubbing his nose hard, desperately sniffing her.
She tried to avoid him: “That tickles a little haha…”
“Meow awoo.”
A sharp, indignant cat cry cut through the cozy atmosphere of the café.
Jiang Huaying suddenly felt a lightness in her arms, followed by a tall, upright figure blocking her way.
Sinclair arched his back abruptly, trapping her between the sofa and himself.
His gray-brown hair fell messily over his eyes, and his pupils shrank to tiny pinpoints from the intense surge of emotion.
His exquisite, handsome features were filled with ferocity; his murderous intent soared, and the breath he exhaled was hot enough to burn Jiang Huaying.
She smelled the scent of that wild dog butcher on him!