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

"Diego didn't say that... Forget it, it's just bluffing." Mike cooperated with the Sand Man to blow out more onomatopoeia balloons to attack Johnny.

Johnny subconsciously raised his left hand, and noticed that the armor wrapped him tightly, so the claw bullets were useless.

The balloon surrounded him, and the burns, cuts, and impacts stored in it exploded on his body surface at the same time. Sparks flew everywhere and a hole was blown out on the ground beneath him.

"Johnny!!"

"Jero, I'm fine, it doesn't even hurt..."

"What?" Mike's eyes widened.

Johnny looked down at his legs and felt that he still couldn't move them on his own.

No, if this continues I will still be a sitting duck.

"Jero, I'll take off my belt and give it to you. You wear it and kill him!" Johnny tried to take off the belt and just happened to move the rhinoceros beetle's horn.

『CAST OFF』

The heavy armor on his body suddenly collapsed, and at the same time, a rhinoceros beetle's horn rose from the bottom and split the azure goggles in two.

"Johnny, they're coming again! Calm down and listen to me..."

"Wait a minute, Jero, I'm trying to figure out how to take this off." Johnny lowered his head and saw the three buttons on it.

For some reason, an instinct prompted him to press it.

It seems... as long as you press it, you can use some incredible moves.

Without hesitation, he pressed the three buttons one by one and moved the rhinoceros beetle's horn on his belt.

『One, two, three』

『RIDER KICK』

"?"

Johnny looked down at his paralyzed legs.

Tell me again what rider is?

"That's not funny!"

As if seeing his embarrassment, the armor controlled him to stand up automatically, and with an electric current on his right foot, he leaped and kicked directly towards Mike not far away.

Chapter 13 Half

"Let me repeat what you just said, in case I misheard you."

President Fani Valentine sat on the unmoved train, looking down at the wounded native who had escaped.

"That cripple kicked Mike O to death, is that what you just said?"

The sand man covered the injured part and nodded slightly.

“…” Valentine used his little finger to pad the coffee and silently put it back on the plate.

He didn't continue talking about this topic, but seemed to be talking to himself: "How many remains have been unearthed in total?"

What was taken away from Diego included Gero Zeppeli's left and right eyes, Johnny Joestar's left hand, the one who went missing during the rainstorm, his heart, and the torso that people had been sent to look for.

This is actually pretty much the same.

"You can go and rest." Valentine stood up.

The sand man looked up: "The territory of my hometown..."

Valentine glanced at him. "Our deal is about 'snatching the saint's remains, right? Or do the natives have no real concept of the word 'trade'?"

"..."

That being said, he definitely couldn't beat Johnny Joestar, and with all his injuries, there was no way he could continue to participate in the second half of the competition on foot.

"Forget it, come closer." Valentine waved at him.

When the other party got completely close, he directly flipped over the tablecloth and threw it towards the sand man. Even though the other party was on guard, he was still caught red-handed due to his injuries.

The tablecloth immediately deflated, as if the sand man underneath it had completely disappeared from this world.

……

……

"Did you see that just now, Jero? My flying kick was pretty cool, wasn't it!" Johnny looked at his companion excitedly.

Jero: “…”

At that time, he wanted to teach Johnny the real golden spin, but he didn't expect that this guy would jump over from ten meters away and kick the enemy into a pulp.

"I can feel it, it does get me moving, but it just takes some practice. We blamed the cat wrongly."

"Brother, I understand how you feel, but moving around with the help of armor is a bit conspicuous. Should we continue the previous topic? I mean the one about turning." Jello's desire to teach was inexplicably aroused.

Johnny was puzzled: "Didn't you tell me not to have too much hope for the spin before?"

Jero pinched his chin. "Just now I had made up my mind to teach you, but this beetle interrupted me. Now that we've come to this, I have to teach you today..."

Johnny hummed twice perfunctorily and tried to recall what the cat had said.

It seems the phrase "third at the finish line" directly predicts that either he or Jello will finish third in this race. I'm confused, who is this cat? Is it the demon it's talking about?

Johnny once again recalled the hoofprints surrounding the three maps in the wilderness.

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After several days and nights, I don’t know how many sections of the road I have run.

Yimi's previous schedule of following the big cat has been disrupted. She doesn't keep track of the days when she doesn't go to school or work.

As you walk in the next direction you sense, you find less and less food, until even the branches and leaves of the trees disappear, until the ground is covered with snow, revealing the reason for the scarcity.

Winter is here.

The climate is not suitable for travel, not only for humans, but also for Yimi, who is not even a large cat. He may dive into the snow and lose sight of the front. The soaked fur will lose its original warming effect and bring a biting cold to the neck.

The trouble is...

"tired."

Yimi began to feel tired, and a hint of hunger appeared in her stomach again, which was bearable for now. Thinking about it carefully, it had been two days and nights since she last ate.

Strictly speaking, it has never really eaten enough. Even when it met a kind farmer on the road the day before yesterday and gave it more beef than it had ever eaten before, it was only 70% full.

The cat has become stronger, but it must eat more to support its strength.

As she was walking, Yimi suddenly stopped.

It wasn't because it was exhausted or its paw pads were frozen to the point of losing consciousness, but because the creature in front of it suddenly stopped and blocked it.

"Awwwww——"

The little wolf, the size of a local dog, roared towards the sky, but there was a hint of grief and anger in the beast's howl.

"Meow meow meow..." Yimi raised his front paws and slapped it twice.

"Uuuuuu——"

The wolf cub turned around and looked at Yimi with a sad look, then reluctantly pushed aside the snow in front of him to make way for the cat. The big bump on his head was the best proof of his previous resistance.

Apart from feeling a little hungry and cold, Yimi was in a pretty good mood, because the 1.5/10 for the main quest on the system panel had become 5/10.

The newly acquired parts were the legs of the corpse, which were obtained with absolutely no effort. The two corpses were then taken possession of by the medium-sized cat in front of him, whose species was called Dog.

At that time, it was even the wolf cub who took the initiative to find Yimi to fight. Yimi knocked it down and beat it up, took the body, and forced the wolf cub to help him clear the snow and clear the way.

But Yimi never regarded medium-sized cats as prey, because Uncle Nuomi, who often played with it, was a medium-sized cat (dog). This gave the little wolf following a ferocious beast a little bit of security.

"Meow~" is a call that has no meaning, it simply expresses a happy emotion.

It roughly figured out that the 10 after the main task was the number of remains it had to collect. The smart cat knew that 5 was half of 10.

The pigment in the spiritual power no longer looked like a turbid dye vat, but began to show a distinct golden glow, although Maomao didn't know what its use was.

"When the other party needs something, increase the price. Remember not to abuse it excessively. Those who are greedy and lose their humanity will destroy themselves. This is a truth engraved in countless bloody lessons."

The image of the Saint in the Crown of Thorns flashed by, spouting the words he had been reciting to Yimi for several days. He seemed to think that his 1.5 Hero Shards were worth more than a Kamen Rider Transformer.

"Meow." Yimi responded simply.

Human knowledge told it that this was not polite, but when it thought about the way humans spoke, it became confused again.

It seems that humans and people they know will only start talking after they address each other.

"Retrieving relevant information for the host..."

"Humans usually address each other by their unique names, like the 'Quanquan' the host used in the past, and the host's concepts of 'Mom' and 'Grandma' based on human knowledge. There are also Dad, Grandpa, Sister, and Brother. The more common ones are Teacher, Uncle, and Uncle... However, these are not applicable to the current situation and relationship. Based on the information filtered online and combined with the host's current situation..."

What? 'Quanquan' is actually my name and not the dinner signal?

Yimi only listened to the beginning and the end, and did not listen to the long and incomprehensible nonsense in the middle.

Following the name suggested by this system, it stood on its hind legs and greeted the saint's long-disappeared shadow again:

"Got it, Lao Deng."

"..."

There was no response, or rather, there was no real dialogue between the two parties from beginning to end.

Chapter 14: Golden Axe or Silver Axe

This heavy snowfall was quite significant in the past three years, and before that Yimi hadn't even felt much of a temperature change, perhaps because it was spring before she traveled through time.

Even if it were a person, it would be unrealistic to walk in such bad weather. The snow above the knees is enough to make every step difficult.

For the contestants, the real trouble lies in distinguishing which part of the snow is the frozen river. If they make a wrong judgment, they may miss a step and fall under the ice with their horse, completely missing the competition, or even endangering their lives.

The only route available was the one reinforced by the local natives themselves, and this route was only known to the natives themselves.

Of course, Yimi and the others don't need to worry about this with their weight, but compared to humans, they need to pay attention not only to the snow that blocks their vision, but also the wind and frost in the sky that are constantly trying to bury them.

Even though Yimi likes to go out and play when she is at home, she will usually stay at home and watch TV with her grandma on snowy or rainy days.

"Woooooooo..."

The little wolf, who was almost buried, lay down on the ground in a desperate manner, and went on strike without caring whether he would be beaten or not.

It was originally a poor creature that was separated from the group and was hungry. When it saw a fragrant fur ball, it was so excited that it never thought that it would not only continue to be hungry but also have to work for this fur ball.

Yimi looked at it with disdain, plunged into the snow pile, used his body to clear a path, and walked in one direction.

Very close, the next body.

The snowstorm that had begun to subside blew over again, so dense that it was difficult for humans to see the road ahead. If any creature dared to stand still for ten seconds, it would probably be covered in white.

The little wolf closed his eyes and quietly accepted being buried by the snow.

Failure to withstand the test of nature is the final fate of half of the wild cubs. The hibernation of various animals makes life even more difficult for these social carnivores that are not accustomed to such living.

"Meow."

It was probably just ten seconds later that Yimi turned back and brought a twisting mole to the little wolf.

"Meow!" It used its mouth to gently nudge the little wolf who was almost buried.

"Woo!"

The wind and snow died down.

……

The good news is that this time the remains are gathered together in three parts.

The bad news is that although it is in the wilderness, the location of the body this time is more vague than the last time in the town. Yimi and the puzzled little wolf circled the approximate direction three times to the left and three times to the right, but still couldn't find it.

Perhaps because the energy consumed by the food was almost the same, the cat felt sleepy again, a feeling it hadn't felt for a long time. When the snow stopped completely, it had to let go of the corpse in front of it and lie down at the roots of a tree that was spacious enough to sleep.

The little wolf nudged the cat with his mouth, and after making sure that the cat had not died on the spot, he lay down together with the cat to keep warm and rest.

The cat's body was so warm that the wolf seemed to be able to ignore the chill of the air just by sticking to it, which made the wolf not want to leave.

After several hours, Yimi regained some energy and couldn't help shaking her tail in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.