I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

Author: Misda

Summary:

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow...

Son: "There is no real fairness in the world, cat."

Maomao nodded, "I should have an unfair substitute."

System: "No knowledge can be learned by reading it once. Please experience its meaning repeatedly."

Maomao nodded: "It turns out that knowledge can be eaten."

Infinite flow, will become a cat girl but the second volume is coming, single

Tentative: JOJO7 Puma Yaro → Date A Live → One Piece → Fate/Zero → Touhou Gensokyo → JOJO Old World → Puella Magi Madoka Magica → RE0 → Sword Art Online SAO

Chapter 1: The Devil and the Saint

The STEEL·BALL·RUN competition, a long-distance race of about 6000 kilometers, started at 1890:9 am on September 25, , starting from San Diego Beach in the Pacific Ocean and ending in New York. It was the first race in human history to cross the North American continent in the form of horseback riding.

That being said, the competition is open to all nationalities, races, identities, and skills. There are even no strict requirements for transportation. Anyone who can ride a horse, a vehicle, or even walk is eligible.

It was a very crazy move. What was even crazier was that in this era when motorcycles were not well developed and horses were the main means of transportation, no one was allowed to change the means of transportation during this race, which would take more than two months to complete even if the runners ran every day.

But this has nothing to do with the circle.

First, the registration fee of $1,200 was collected from most of the candidates who were screened. Quanquan couldn't afford it, and even if he could, he wouldn't use it to buy a qualification to participate.

Secondly, no matter how nicely it is said, there are no restrictions on skin color or race, that is within the scope of humans and the means of transportation they use.

"Meow."

Obviously, neither of them can contain a cat, no matter how chubby the cat is.

If we insist on saying there is any connection between the two, it is probably only that the cat is barely in the front half of the track. But in fact, except for a small number of people who are willing to take risks and take shortcuts, I am afraid no one is willing to take a shortcut through the middle of the desert where there is a lack of water resources.

"Warning, the host is severely dehydrated. Please replenish water as soon as possible."

"Warning, the host is in a state of extreme hunger. Please eat as soon as possible to replenish your strength."

The system in his head issued repeated warnings, but where in this vast expanse of yellow sand could there be anything resembling food? Not to mention the humans who might have some survival knowledge, it was undoubtedly fatal to this fur ball, which had been just an ordinary cat before and after its time travel.

"Hungry." The fur ball lay motionless on the hot sand. The scorching sun made the cat's eyeballs visibly shriveled.

The cat can no longer climb.

It is true that wild animals have their own ways of survival, such as leaving scent in the form of urine to determine the direction, but this sand is like a living terrain, even the footprints just made in the last second can be buried immediately.

Devil's Palm, that's what the local natives call this place.

The reason is that when viewed from above, the arrangement of the rocks looks like the devil's claws reaching out from the sand. According to local legend, this is a curse left by a meteor that hit this place in ancient times.

The compass is completely useless here, and because of the quicksand, the ground will move, causing the mountains to suddenly disappear or a canyon that is not marked on the map to appear.

It is not even fixed in a certain direction of the desert, as if it is wandering and moving every moment, and no one knows how large its specific range is.

"Meow……"

What day is this? The cat has no concept of time. It only knows that it has never been so thirsty before. All it can hear is a buzzing ringing in its ears, and all it can see is a white light.

This was a warning of impending death, but this warning lasted for nearly ten hours and failed to take the life of the fragile fur ball.

This is a 'miracle', or a 'holy sign'.

In addition to its properties of causing disorientation and constant movement, the Devil's Palm has another lesser-known property: it awakens dormant and unknown abilities in the human body, materializing them through the human spirit, also known as the 'power of a stand-in'.

Perhaps finally remembering to save the poor host, the system, which wasn't overly intelligent, made another move:

"When you first bind the system, you will receive a psychic scroll, which can be used to summon creatures from the multiverse that match the host's nature. Do you want to use it?"

The cat ignored it and remained unconscious.

"The host's life force is weak. The system will use the default countdown timer: 10, 9... 2, 1."

A bundle of scrolls unfolded on the sand like a rolled piece of toilet paper. The warm breeze in the air solidified instantly, and humidity appeared in the middle of the desert, which was out of place. It finally brought a sense of comfort to the cat that had not seen water for a long time.

Even a swamp-like quagmire appeared out of nowhere in the sand, filled with undisguised muddy malice.

It seemed that the obvious moisture in the air helped the cat regain some consciousness, causing its hair to stand up. Following its instinct, it used its last bit of strength to wag its tail to send a warning signal.

Then, a deep, muffled voice rang out in its ears with an interested tone: "Sister, your desires are as rich as a gambler's wallet."

It was a tall, fat man, whose body could only be covered by at least two coats sewn together. Although it was described as such, it was not strictly speaking a human being.

It has slippery skin that is unique to aquatic creatures, limbs that imitate those of humans but are too short in proportion, a head that is almost half the size of its body, and no neck can be seen. It is not an exaggeration to say that its mouth can swallow a person in one bite. The tiny teeth that are not arranged neatly on the upper and lower parts are small only for its own size.

Above the lips, whiskers as thick as human arms extend to the left and right. From the cat's perspective looking up from below, the pair of malicious little eyes cannot be seen.

This strange species looks like a toad and a catfish, but in a stark contrast, it wears a gentleman's hat that is considered small for it.

This is a demon, not from this world.

"Meow——" the cat made a weak warning sound.

The toad stared at the cat for a long time. To be more precise, the black mass originating from the cat's body seemed to transform into substantial spiritual energy.

The cat didn't know if it was an illusion, but it clearly saw this creature it had never seen before, grinning with its mouth that could make even humans nervous, although in fact, because of its appearance and structure, it looked like it was almost always smiling.

It spoke directly, as if piercing through its deepest desires: "Let me guess, you must be craving a hearty dinner right now, like a swill bucket with a hole in it. Madam, why don't we reach a deal and trade your extra beard for a hearty meal?"

A cat's whiskers are never superfluous.

But compared to a hungry stomach, it actually seems insignificant.

"Meow." Although Maomao didn't quite understand, he agreed to the deal.

For cats, everything in the human world is incomprehensible.

"Meow!" This time it was really the last bit of strength he had, used to urge.

The devil laughed again, and it dived into the quagmire it had just created like diving into water. At the same time, the whiskers that had accompanied the cat almost throughout its life disappeared.

When the devil jumped out again, clouds that blocked the sunlight gathered in the sky, and strong winds blew up the sand and rocks without warning. As expected, a rainstorm that was drinkable without any utensils came.

At the same time, as the devil had promised, what he placed in front of the cat was not an object that could be classified as a delicacy by ordinary people.

It was a skeleton that had been dried into a mummified form.

To be precise, it was a part of the body, only the spine.

"Eat."

Chapter 2 Hoofprints

"There is no real fairness in the world. Things are most expensive when you need them most, cat."

Like a false illusion, the Lord of the Corpses, wearing a crown of thorns, turned his back to the cat and pointed somewhere with his hand pierced by a hole, leaving behind a riddle that sounded like a warning and a prophecy.

"Never listen to the devil's temptations."

"The third stage of the finish line, this is your positioning."

The cat behind him:

Like the apparitions recorded in the Bible, the vision of the Lord of the Remains was fleeting.

Boom——

"Meow meow meow!" The deafening thunder and the accompanying violent storm made the cat realize it belatedly, and it quickly moved its limbs, which seemed a little short in proportion to its body, to look for shelter everywhere.

Just now, the devil fulfilled its wish and disappeared.

The spine it brought with it penetrated the cat's much smaller body like a centipede when the cat was about to bite it, completely disregarding physics and directly merging with the cat, which was a completely different species.

Surprisingly, the cat's hungry stomach temporarily stopped sending out danger signals, and it almost immediately regained all its vitality, even the dryness of its eyeballs and the noise in its ears disappeared.

Secondly, this section of the saint's spine triggered a "miracle" phenomenon. The circle that was originally in the center of the devil's palm was teleported out and thrown directly from the desert to the wilderness 20 kilometers away, fundamentally deviating from the danger zone.

The inconvenience of losing its beard seemed insignificant in the discomfort of the storm, so much so that it did not notice that the place where it had just been lying had projected three patterns from its spine and imprinted them in the desert. These were clues pointing to the locations of the body's right hand, ears and feet.

"Meow."

The cat was lucky and successfully found a cave nearby that could be used to shelter from the rain.

The entrance to the hole was a little small, so it used the cat's unique racial talent and slid its round body into the hole smoothly like a ball of mud.

Only the entrance to the cave seems a little narrow, but the space inside is enough for the cat to turn over.

"Meow?" After shaking off the water droplets on its fur, it finally had the chance to question the existence of the voice in its head.

Today it didn't accidentally eat the hard little thing (Bluetooth headset).

The cat lowered its head and looked at the collar around its neck. There was a 22nd-century pet locator on it. Sometimes this little gadget would make the voice of its mother or grandmother, but now there was no movement.

"Affected by the miracle of the [Saint's Remains], the host has now acquired 'human intelligence' and 'vocal cord evolution' and can now attempt to speak." But this voice did not come from here.

"Complete the achievement [The Most Amazing Cat!] and be rewarded with basic human language skills (level of a 7-year-old child in various countries)."

"Meow (*＾-＾*)~"

This reward was very important to Quanquan. Before today, she was just an ordinary house cat living in the 22nd century, a one-year-old female. Her hobbies were eating and sleeping. She would occasionally sneak out to pick fights with other kittens (real cats) and medium-sized cats (dogs). Whenever she encountered an unfamiliar one, she would beat them up first.

The name "Quanquan" comes from the fact that the color scheme on its body is almost exactly the same as that of a panda, but the mother at the time only saw that it had a pair of dark circles under its eyes, so she named it Quanquan.

Just yesterday, or at least it felt like yesterday. After seeing her "grandmother," who never took her out, come in with a cat bag, most likely because she'd discovered she'd stolen a ball of yarn and was about to send her to the punishment room (the veterinary hospital), Quanquan, using her cute appearance and clever intelligence, managed to escape, planning to wait for her grandmother to calm down for a day before returning home.

The end result was that I ended up in this desert for no apparent reason.

"Meow?" The cat asked the voice in its head.

"Dimensional Travel System 2.0 is at your service. The system's main function is to help the host travel in a world dominated by the second dimension."

"Host, please be reminded that the nickname 'Quanquan' does not conform to the host identity of this system. Please change it as soon as possible. Otherwise, in order to maintain the dignity of the system, the host's name may be turned into a blocked word."

"Meow!"

"The host refused to communicate, so the system AI automatically assigned a name. Identity verification in progress... One character from each of the host's parents' names, namely 'Yimi'."

The name of Quanquan on the system was changed to "Yimi (Quanquan)".

"Meow?" The cat was a little confused, but it didn't feel unacceptable. The only thing was that she didn't understand why the "Yimi" had to be followed by brackets to indicate a signal for dinner.

"Meow!" Going home!

"No relevant request was found. Please ask again."

"Old Wu...Old Wu!" The cat started swearing.

It's not a homeless cat.

"The host can complete tasks and achievements to accumulate 'energy' to embark on the next journey."

"'Energy' includes the system bonus energy and the host's own energy. As long as the host's life is safe, his own 'energy' can be replenished by 0.1% for the journey. Do you want to replenish it? Note: Do not replenish energy in dangerous situations."

"Note 2: After the version update, quests are not forced to be completed. 'Journey' represents freedom and ease. The system, as a means of transportation, will not interfere with the host's behavior and choices, nor will it provide excessive assistance. If the host wishes to become stronger, they must rely on their own efforts, but the system will provide you with convenient props to make up for your innate deficiencies."

Yimi's ears drooped, and he once again showed the same expression he had when facing the saint's phantom.

In sync with the system's self-introduction, a crude interface unfolded before the cat's retina, automatically incorporating the meaning of its functions into its head.

It's really rough. There is a gray portal on the left, a big turntable for lottery on the right, a personal information column in the corner, as well as tasks and achievements. Apart from that, there is not even a system space.

Click on this turntable and the lottery also uses energy.

There is only one mission: Collect all the saints' remains (1/10)

Mission Rewards: Dimension Portal Energy Replenishment, Novice Combat Suit (Fake), Space Ring 2m×2m, One Lucky Draw Chance

Note: Only the first mission has a physical object reward, the regular reward is energy. The host can also try to use the reward energy to draw a lottery to try to get props

"Newbies will receive a bonus of 1 lucky draw. Please choose whether to use it."

Yimi ignored the system and lay in the cave, snoring and waiting for the heavy rain to pass.

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