Fifteen years after the end of the world, humans are struggling to survive on the ruins ravaged by alien beasts. Nineteen-year-old Su Qingyue was the most inconspicuous low-level superpower in the base—until she picked up an orange-white milk cat in the ruins.
It was a useless-looking cat. She has short legs and a round belly. She sleeps eighteen hours a day and is best at basking in the sun and snoring. Except for the iconic tuft of black hair at the tip of its left ear, it is no different from any stray cat in the apocalypse.
What Su Qingyue didn't know was that the cat's body contained the soul of a social animal from the old world, and was bound to a "god-like system" - the worse it was, the more points it had; the more points it had, the stronger the materials that could be secretly delivered to her.
The healing potion "happened" to fall at her feet. The high-level crystal core "happens" to appear next to the enemy's corpse. The purple thunder falling from the sky "just happened" to kill the strange beast that she couldn't defeat. Every desperate situation was saved by a "coincidence", and the cat was always there - lying in her pocket, squinting and purring, as if it had nothing to do with it.
"What are you?" She asked.
The cat turned over, revealing its white belly: "Meow."
This is a story about protection and growth. A cat who vowed never to work hard again in this life, and a girl who vowed never to lose anyone again, warmed each other and moved forward in the cold apocalypse.
When the empress ascended the throne and all beasts surrendered, she still carried the orange cat in her arms. Someone asked her what was the secret to her success.
She thought for a moment and looked down at the cat: "Maybe... I have better luck."
The cat yawned.
