The Great Hamster King

I was reborn as a hamster. “This disgusting rat! It makes me sick!” Before I could recover, I heard a shrill, nasty voice. I turned around and saw that I was living in a grimy cardboard box. “Oh, Grandma! Don’t throw it away. I want to use it for a dissection experiment!” Just as the grandmother and grandchild were about to offer me up in the name of “science,” a voice suddenly rang out in my mind: “Ding! From this moment on, the status of all disgusting rats in the world rises ten thousandfold. Hamsters rise a hundred thousandfold, golden hamsters a millionfold, and white golden hamsters ten millionfold.” The grandmother and grandchild, who had been looking at me with contempt, immediately dropped to their knees and kowtowed. “Oh! It’s the Hamster King! Spare us, Hamster King! Please don’t hold a grudge against insignificant people like us!” A group of people rushed in and dragged the two of them away. “Hmph! They deserve to die for offending the Hamster King!” And so, I reached the peak of my life as a mouse.