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

"What's wrong with you? Cheer up! Please stop it!"

"He's been infected! He's turned into a zombie!!"

When the camera turned to this scene, an incomprehensible and heavy phenomenon appeared in the screen. The voice of the person scratched by the cat became weaker and weaker, and his body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Driven by pain and despair, he actually lay on the ground and began to nibble on the grass in the green belt. He even followed his desire to survive and unleashed his potential. He dragged his mummy-like skinny body and bit off his accomplice's ear and swallowed it with red eyes, but this could not change the horrific changes in his body at all.

Almost at the moment when Yimi caught up with his accomplice, he curled up on the ground, unable to even utter a single wail, and turned into a dried corpse.

The staff member who tried to stop them was even bitten by one of the thugs. If Ratatosk had not sensed something bad and teleported him here in advance, he would probably have been mistaken for an accomplice and starved to death by Yimi.

Shaoqing, there were only five shriveled corpses left in the small garden, and they were so fragile that they were trampled into pieces by a passing stray dog.

Qin Li, sitting in the command seat, took a deep breath and looked at her sister who had just returned from a date: "As you can see, this guy seems to be as dangerous as Tokisaki Kurumi."

Itsuka Shiori clutched his chest, gasping for breath. The shock of this scene, like the one he'd witnessed Kurumi's murder, was the difference between being there in person and observing from a distance. The brutality was even two different levels. He saw someone he lived in the same city with, someone he'd perhaps even had a passing connection with, die tragically before his eyes.

"Well, there's no need to be too pessimistic. After all, it can be called self-defense. When Tokisaki Kurumi approached it earlier, it also showed its friendly side towards humans. In comparison, Shiori, you have to think about how to kiss a cat..."

She was interrupted mid-sentence.

It's a space quake alarm.

"It's that cat!"

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The energy provided by humans was obviously much stronger than that of canned cat food, and it even slightly promoted the fusion of the remains, although it was only a drop in the bucket.

However, the successful meal promoted the kitten's thinking, and he came up with a good idea.

Transformation into spiritual clothing = brings space distortion

Space distortion ≠ Cat summoned by consuming its own energy = Kitten can eat space shock

The critical point appeared again in an instant, and the strange pulling feeling appeared immediately.

The evacuation alarm spread across the city, and stray animals, which were more sensitive than humans, fled in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a massive gap two meters in diameter appeared in the small garden, centered at Yimi's feet! The unprecedented force made everyone in Ratatoskr gasp in shock.

At the center of the space earthquake, the little girl in white puffed up her cheeks and swallowed the food in her mouth. The space earthquake that she had eaten most of successfully further promoted the digestion progress of the saint's remains.

Even spiritual power began to appear and combine with it. Pure white light responded to the holy call and spread across the earth, wrapping her whole body in a hazy state that was difficult to observe.

Yimi lowered her head, and her two little white hands, which belonged to a young child and had not yet grown, scratched and grasped to adapt. The spiritual energy belonging to the substitute completed its evolution under this stimulation. Although it was not completely integrated, it was enough for her to control it for a short time.

『Famine·Love Train』

If I eat that thing a few more times, maybe I can completely integrate it.

The little girl moved her ears, which were surrounded by the crown on her head, and looked behind her as if she realized something.

"Not a cat...a child?"

The girl who was just above Fraxinus had been teleported behind Yimi. She squinted her eyes and tried to look inside. Because of her special physique, she was able to successfully see the person trapped inside through the white light.

A girl who is younger than her sister.

Is this kid the same cat that tortured and killed a few thugs on screen before? He tortured and killed others, and he's an elementary school student?

"But... do you really want to kiss such a young child? That's a crime."

"Xiao? Shizhi, what did you see?"

"A little girl who is probably not even ten years old. Can't you see it?" Shizhi was a little nervous. If that was the case, wouldn't the other party kill her and Ratatoskr might not even be able to react?

"Little girl..." Kotori breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was a human being.

"Think about Yoshino, you are already committing a crime, Onie-chan." She said the words easily, which made Shiori a little embarrassed.

"Then make your choice..."

Four options selected by various Yuri romance masters:

① Are you lost, kid? Where is your mother?

②Looking at that outfit, you should be a magical girl of extremely high purity. Are you interested in joining the Space-Time Administration?

③You have a familiar feeling, have we met there before?

④Did you kill the person in the park?

Because the other party is a child, there is unexpectedly no option for suspected sexual harassment this time.

"I see..." Kotori glanced at the ballot: "Shiori, choose ②."

"?"

"What's the point of this nonsensical option?" Shiori Gokawa held his ear and whispered.

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? This isn't the line from your autobiography you wrote when you were twelve..."

"Stop talking! I choose!"

"What to choose?"

But she saw the little cat girl floating in front of her, staring at her curiously.

Yimi grabbed Shizhi's clothes with one hand and grabbed her ears with the other hand, took off the invisible headphones and put them in front of her nose to sniff.

My sense of smell isn't as sharp as it is in cat form, but I still smell something that might make my stomach rumble after eating it. Compared to this...

Yimi flew around Shizhi, looked left and right, and swallowed: "You smell so good."

It was as fragrant as the white crystal that Phantom had given her to eat.

Chapter 7 Shocking Secret

"Your feelings, mood, and mental state are all impressive. This is a good start... but taking away the headphones right from the start is a bit of a bad idea."

I don’t know how they did it, but the favorable impression was displayed on the screen even though the person couldn’t see it.

Hearing what Kotori said, the deputy commander Kannazuki Kyouhei below said, "Commander, the initial attack on Tokisaki Kurumi was also very good. She is a Pokémon that can eat people, just like the new Pokémon."

Then he was kicked aside: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

“Thank you very much for the reward!”

However, after what Kotori called a good start, Yimi clenched her hands into claws and threatened Gokawa Shiori in the white light: "Ha!"

"?" Shizhi didn't quite understand, but he wanted to reach out and pinch her little canine teeth.

Yimi twitched his ears, also not quite understanding.

She was trying to scare the woman in front of her.

This woman isn't afraid of a giant cat with four ears! Even the cat looking in the mirror feels like it's having a happy bean effect.

"I have four ears." Yimi pointed to his head and reminded.

"Ah, really." Shizhi covered his mouth in surprise.

The mystery of the two-dimensional world has been solved: cat girls actually have four ears!

"Are you the original elf?" Yimi asked directly.

Shiori took two seconds to react: "First Spirit?"

The blank expression didn't seem fake.

Yimi circled around her again, looking left and right, while Gokawa Shiori was also looking at her.

The little girl's appearance was definitely the kind that one could never forget at first sight. Her big, watery eyes transformed from azure blue to a divinity highlighted by golden runes under the sacredness, surrounded by not-so-conspicuous vertical pupils.

Her face has not fully grown yet, and she has the perfect amount of baby fat that is unique to her age. Perhaps because she is not very old, the pair of cat ears on her head, which she consciously uses to scare people, appear small and delicate, and her arms and legs appear slender without being too thin.

The only flaw is perhaps the slightly mismatched outfit. Even though magical girls were originally intended for children, if you want to portray a beautiful figure, you still need girls of real age to support it.

The pure white clothing coupled with the divine radiance made those who looked directly at her feel the baptism of holiness and the shame of their own sins, and they could not have any unnecessary distracting thoughts.

The word "god" automatically emerged in Shizhi's mind, and as for the term "first spirit", the girl in front of him was indeed more suitable.

Oh yeah, the words...

Shizhi recalled the options that everyone in Ratatoskr had just offered. He placed one hand between his brows and placed the other across his body. He straightened his back and bent slightly backward, deliberately making his voice sound thicker.

"Looking at that outfit, you must be a magical girl of extremely high purity. Are you interested in joining the Space-Time Administration?"

"He even coordinated the movements perfectly."

"As expected of Shiori, he can even do such an embarrassing thing..."

The above is Shiori Gokawa’s imagination of what the people of Ratatoskr would say. Because the headphones were in the hands of the child in front of her, she could not hear the next instructions of these people.

Yimi's ears moved.

The cat couldn't understand what she was saying, so it made its own request: "Can I have a bite?"

want to eat.

"Eh? No." Having watched the surveillance video, Shizhi knew what would happen if he was bitten by the other party. The sage mode that was about to be activated in his heart due to the influence of divinity disappeared completely.

Now that I have my headphones gone, am I on my own for the time being?

She took a deep breath and began a very ordinary self-introduction: "Can I ask your name? My name is Gokawa Shiori."

"Yimi." A very simple exchange of names.

"Yimi? What a nice name." Don't worry about whether it's strange or not, just praise it.

So according to the previous convention of the elves appearing, it’s time to “do that”.

Shizhi looked up at the sky helplessly and somewhat nervously.

Just as she thought, the fully armed and somewhat exposed AST had pointed their guns here at some point, and the main force among them was her good classmate Origami Tobiichi.

What was different from the past was that without the inexplicable peculiarity of Gokawa Shiori, all the people in AST were so shocked that they couldn't open their eyes and covered their faces with their arms.

"Is this an elf? What the hell? It can't even aim."

"Captain, it's so warm..."

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?" The captain turned to look at the member who spoke in confusion.

No, it wasn't just her; he felt it too. Was this damned white light clearing away the distracting thoughts in their minds, trying to make them lose their will to fight?

However, this layer of 'purification' does not seem to be absolutely effective.

"Pure white elf..."

The moment he saw Yimi, Origami's brain hadn't reacted yet and sweat started to seep out of his palms.

She had seen this before, how could she have forgotten? This sense of déjà vu...

Five years ago, the raging fire that killed his parents had enveloped the bright daylight, nearly obscuring the entire sky in a murky gray. Yet, reflected in the very center was the brilliance of the suppressed fire, a color as dazzling as the sun.

How could she forget such an important thing?

"Origami, what do you want to do!" The captain noticed that something was wrong with her.

It's impossible to wait any longer!

Tobiichi Origami raised her gun and recklessly pushed the aircraft's fuel to its maximum capacity, dashing forward. If necessary, she hoped to kill herself and the other party on the spot!

Yimi, who had his back to her, moved his ears and slowly turned around while floating in the air.

"Origami! Danger!" Although the four words were spoken separately, the word "danger" was a common reminder from Shiori to both of them.

The hatred she had endured for many years covered up the forced baptism, allowing the white-haired girl to use basic equipment to unleash her extraordinary potential, or perhaps she simply unleashed her strength without considering restraint. Judging from her momentum, Shiori thought that an elf like Yoshino, who was not good at fighting, would not be able to react in time and be injured.

From Shizhi's perspective, he could see the missile that had almost penetrated the little girl. However, the little creature facing him did not defend itself in any way like other elves, nor did it dodge at all, except for the bizarre white light that could only be seen with his naked eyes.

Yet he also suffered no harm.

The divine manifestation emitted by the intact remains of the saint will transfer the "misfortune" to the heads of others and surround the "luck" from other places around oneself.

As Valentine said, in the eyes of the gods, luck and misfortune are a balanced value that equals 0 when added together. As long as the luck and misfortune of the world can maintain this data, no matter how either side fluctuates, it is fair in His eyes.

The true meaning of Famine is the unfair transaction, that is, the fact that Yimi can actually absorb the remains of the saint for his own use.

The third stage of the substitute - the train of love

It no longer appeared as a gap. Under the influence of the white divine power, both Shizhi who was blocked and Origami who launched the attack saw that a man in a trance who broke into a private house in the far west, under the threat of the police, bravely rushed forward with a knife, and was shot by the police with an empty magazine.