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

"Meow?"

Looking back, I saw a group of horse racers rushing towards this side. Among them was even a hiker who had not put on shoes but was running as fast as a horse. Obviously, everyone's routes were not necessarily the same, but they miraculously gathered together at the fourth station.

Here you can only compare the level of the riders and the condition of the horses, because the hot air balloons in the sky can always watch them and there is no way to commit fouls and harm others.

"Meow meow?"

The cat doesn’t know what the competition is, and the cat doesn’t care what they are doing, but the cat is a thoughtful cat.

So in Yimi's mind: the Gold Tooth Man regretted giving the cat the fish → the Gold Tooth Man recalled that the cat dared to kick him, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got and couldn't sleep → the Gold Tooth Man with ulterior motives called a few of his men early in the morning and was determined to catch the cute and innocent cat and stew it into soup

"Meow!"

The frightened ball of fur moved its short legs and ran forward quickly.

Jero narrowed his eyes. "Is that... the Panda from yesterday? Why is it running ahead of us?"

"Looking closely, it really does look like a panda. Maybe some third-rate circus in town painted it like that to steal some kids' pocket money... It doesn't even know how to avoid horses. It might be a pet of a wealthy family."

Johnny ordered, "Jero, drive it away. It will affect the horse's pace."

"Are you worried that my horse will kick it away, man?" Jello took out his weapon from his waist. Where others stored their guns, he had a green metal ball fixed with a leather buckle.

In his hand, the iron ball without any mechanism began to spin automatically. As he pushed, the iron ball spun in the air in a perfect arc, and then turned close to the ground and came to Yimi's side.

It's not a stand ability, it's the 'spin' technique passed down from generation to generation in the Zeppeli family, and its effectiveness extends to attack, medicine, execution, and even daily life.

What he had to do now was to use the rotation of the iron ball to twist the skin on the back of the cat's collar into a ball, and then take it out of the runway safely.

But the cat dodged it nimbly!

"What the hell! It's so round and so agile?" Jello complained loudly.

It reminded him of Diego Brando's terrifying beast, which also had dynamic vision that was so agile that it was difficult to hit with ranged attacks.

"Meow meow meow!"

Jero's attack made Yimi even more convinced that he was a murderous person, and she quickened her pace and ran forward on her four short legs.

The contestants, who were worried that this thing would be kicked away and hinder the progress of their horses, noticed something strange.

"Uh-oh!! They've appeared! Everyone, Jero Zeppeli is leading Johnny Joestar by a full length and taking the front row. The indigenous Sand Man has been overtaken by them!"

The staff on the hot air balloon began to observe the situation from a distance.

The sand man was the Indian running on foot. Who invited him? The horsemen barely surpassed the ones on foot and were still shouting so excitedly.

"No, there's another creature ahead of them! It's Panda... No, it's a cat! It's unbelievable, this cat can run faster than a horse! Can someone save this poor little creature? Oh my god, it's going to get crushed under the horses' hooves, but with the runners in the final mile near the finish line, there's no way they can expect to slow down."

"Meow meow meow!"

"No, this cat hasn't slowed down yet. How can it have so much energy in such a small body?"

"Oh my God! It crossed the finish line ahead of all the other competitors! It actually beat all the competitors' horses with more than a mile left on the track! I declare this cat the first place winner of the fourth stage!"

The audience erupted in loud cheers.

Of course, the first place being a cat was just a joke, but this sudden incident successfully ignited the enthusiasm of the audience waiting at the fourth stop.

Some wealthy young ladies have expressed their desire to adopt the cat and are willing to pay a high price to buy it if it has an owner.

"Ted Khan, that's not a resting place. Don't ride so fast in the city! Where are you going?"

Jero's face was disheveled in the wind. "I knew it wasn't an ordinary cat! How could a cat possibly learn to fish?"

"Fishing?" Johnny looked at his companion suspiciously.

"Ah...uh..."

Chapter 6 Civilized Cats

"Meow--"

A slightly sharp, threatening meow.

It wasn't Yimi's cry.

After arriving in the town, perhaps because of the obstruction of the houses or because there were too many people, the perception of the smell of the remains became very vague, so we have not found it until now.

Yimi's field of vision is much lower than that of humans, and his sense of direction is almost entirely based on his sense of smell.

If a person born in the 22nd century came to the United States in the 19th century, there would certainly be many inconveniences in terms of life. However, for cats, who cannot experience much human culture, they would not feel much difference, except for the buildings.

A town without tall buildings is a paradise for cats, and not just for Yimi.

"Meow!!"

The short-haired cat, which might have been abandoned or was a stray, wagged its tail at Yimi, ready to attack. I don't know if it was frightened by the hair style Yimi had never seen before, or if it was simply out of territorial awareness.

A simple meow only served as a warning. In the past, Yimi's temper would have led to a beating, but not now. After it was chased to this town, many inexplicable people were trying to catch it, such as some of the young lady's servants or the young lady's lapdogs.

Yimi wagged his tail and purred threateningly as he dealt with the short-haired cat, which was slightly smaller than him. A battle between the domestic cat and the wild cat was about to break out.

But now Quanquan is considered a civilized cat. What is one of the differences between civilized people and wild animals? Don't always think of solving problems with violence.

Yimi, who is now much wiser than before, recalls Uncle Nuomi, who used to play with him, saying:

“Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.”

Yimi raised her head slightly.

What Uncle Nuomi said makes a lot of sense.

So Yimi wants to pass on Uncle Nuomi's warning to the short-haired cat, so that it can also understand that harmony is the most important thing.

Yimi stood up on his hind legs according to human speaking etiquette and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Woof! Woof woof woof!"

"Meow!"

The short-haired creature's eyes widened, the hair on its tail stood up, and it climbed over the wall as if its feet were greased, almost breaking its nails.

"Congratulations to the host for unlocking the achievement [Happy Beans (Uncanny Valley) Effect], and reward 5% portal energy."

"Congratulations to the host for unlocking the achievement [Traitor of Cat Star], rewarded with 5% portal energy."

"Reminder: The current portal energy has reached over 20%, and can be used to draw items. Do you want to draw?"

Don’t smoke, don’t smoke. Save it up and take it home.

The cat doesn’t know what 20% is, the cat only knows that it is one step closer to going home.

It’s not difficult to accumulate energy.

"Miaomiao Miaomiao!"

In a good mood, Yimi shook his little head, nimbly spread his claws and climbed onto the roof to chase the fleeing fellow, ready to follow it to find the gathering place of his companions.

"Meow?"

It stopped as soon as it passed a roof, looked in a certain direction, and its tail couldn't help but wag.

Yimi used her paw to hold the tail down to calm the other party down.

It smelled, at a very close distance, the scent of the saint's remains!

The cat changed direction and ran quickly towards that side along the roof, but smelled a strange smell again.

The mainstream animals domesticated by humans in modern society are cats and dogs. Apart from them, the only animals that can be seen in towns are rats, which are hated by everyone. In this era, there is also the pigeon used for delivering messages, which is also something Yimi has seen in his cat life in the 22nd century.

But it had never seen this thing falling on the eaves and chimney.

The entire body is probably slightly larger than a cat's head, because without whiskers it's hard to judge its size. All you can tell is that it's a winged creature, with a flat head and no obvious feathers. When it grins, it reveals a mouthful of sharp teeth that don't belong to a bird.

The most important thing was that it was roaring threateningly at Yimi, and did not show any sign of retreat in the face of a predator that was more than twice its size.

If a cat were here, it might feel the repressive force more keenly than Yimi, which comes from the bloodline suppression of ancient creatures from the Jurassic period.

"Hiss--" It vibrated its fleshy wings, opened its sharp beak full of dense fine teeth, and bit towards Yimi.

"Meow!"

Yimi dodged sideways and bit most of its body into her mouth in one bite.

It's a bit hard to chew, and tastes like Uncle Glutinous Rice's teething sticks, with more bones than meat, and it's a bit broken.

Yimi swallowed it.

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"The saint's remains will mark the clues to finding the next piece of remains."

"The remains will be attracted to each other and will eventually come together."

"The remains will trigger miraculous phenomena and be accompanied by 'trials'."

"The remains will merge with those who possess 'qualified' abilities, helping them awaken the supernatural powers known as 'stands'."

"The remains of a saint who has been incorporated into another can still be taken by someone else holding the remains."

"The remains of a saint aren't necessarily buried underground. They might also be assimilated into some living creature and thus moved."

These are the qualities possessed by the remains of the saints.

On the balcony just above the narrow alley, a middle-aged man in a magenta suit looked down at the end of the alley indifferently.

He wasn't a particularly large man, and even had a rather unpleasant bulge of fat on his side, which didn't quite match his carefully styled golden hair. Although his gaze was directed downward, he didn't lower his head even a bit, maintaining his arrogant attitude to the end, because his status gave him the capital to be so arrogant.

The biggest supporter of this SBR tournament and the most distinguished person in this country is President Fani Valentine.

He did not conceal the specific information of the remains from his subordinates. It was not because he trusted his confidants that much, but because he was confident that he, who was chosen by the most critical "heart" part of the saint's remains, would gather all the remains into one like a whirlpool.

The remains were accompanied by trials, and this competition across the American continent was ultimately nothing more than using talented people from all over the world to help him collect all the saints' remains under harsh trials, so that he could snatch them all at once.

"Perhaps only a Stand User can find the cat you are looking for, Mr. President." Valentine's confidant gave him bad news.

"Compared to the significance of the horse race itself, the women watching the scene were more concerned about the cat that brought a stunt. In less than half a day, its 'wanted' amount reached 5 US dollars."

"The trouble is, some of the unsuccessful recruits have started to get shady ideas. They're catching stray cats, painting them with inferior paint to look like pandas, and trying to sell them to some clueless young ladies..."

As he said this, the henchman was holding a cage containing a cat that had been deliberately painted to look like a panda. It was obvious that the person who had done this had never seen a real cat before and didn't even understand the proper placement of black and white.

Valentine's expression remained unchanged, and he simply commented: "Poor lowly bastard."

Its well-known characteristics of extreme flexibility, agility, excellent reflexes, and neurotic behavior combine to create a creature that is difficult to catch.

But no matter how agile they may appear to humans, an average cat can't outsprint a horse on a straight line more than a mile long.

Just as he had just said, "The saint's remains may also be assimilated with some living things and thus moved."

There is no doubt that this strange-looking cat must be hosting a corpse.

Valentine touched his heart.

"Were you attracted here?"

The remains will be attractive to each other, and low-intelligence animals do not have self-behavior other than instinct, so they will come to you on their own initiative, which is a good thing.

Chapter 7: Horrible Beast

A blond young man dressed in blue, apart from the glory of his past honors and his handsome appearance, the only feature that symbolizes his identity is the golden "DIO" logo on his hat.

Diego Brando is one of the core contestants with the best chance of winning the championship.

Perhaps due to the stormy conditions, he should have been in at least the top ten, but he only managed 54th place in the fourth stage, which was right in the middle of the competition.

There are still nearly four hundred contestants who have not withdrawn until now. Even if his ranking seems to be at the front, it is still an absurdly bad result for him, to the extent that even the audience cannot accept it.

After a simple supply, he found the President's confidant and whispered something to him. The reason why he wanted to find the President was simple. His horse was injured and could not continue on the next journey, so he needed the President to provide him with some conveniences outside the rules, and... to help him take revenge on Johnny Joestar and Gero Zeppeli who injured his beloved horse.

Of course, in this competition, contestants are not allowed to attack or interfere with each other, but that is within the limited surveillance range of the hot air balloon.

Of course, he also prepared chips that would definitely tempt the president - the left eye of the saint's remains, and the general features of the "traitor" who ran to seek help from Johnny and others on the day of the rainstorm.

As a rare and talented rider, he could easily identify the hoof print that belonged to Johnny among the chaotic horseshoe prints, and the fact that there was a lighter person on his horse at that time.

Will this transaction go smoothly? At least he himself is very confident, if there is no cat blocking the way.

"A black cat blocking the road usually means bad luck, but what does a black and white cat blocking the road mean? Since you have more white area, I'll reluctantly consider it a blessing in disguise. Now, if you can retreat along the same route you ran out like a clown on a unicycle, I can still pretend that you didn't run out to ruin my Dio's luck."

Yimi didn't understand what he was saying, but she finally felt a little puzzled, not understanding why each body had to be on top of someone else.

It no longer took detours and simply stood up and made its own request: "I want eyes."