He died suddenly while working overtime and woke up as a stray cat.
Smelly ditches, rotten vegetable leaves, and even being slapped by a tabby cat.
Just when I was about to eat the dead mouse with tears in my eyes——
A hand picked me up.
I looked up.
Oh my god, this face.
Did God let me travel through time and become a cat just to look up at him from a cat's perspective?
He thought I was dirty, but he still wrapped me up with a handkerchief.
He said there were spiritual energy fluctuations in my body.
But he said I was just hungry.
Brother, I am a time traveler! It's human! Not a cat!
"Meow."
... Okay.
The moment he carried me across the long street, I suddenly realized——
Why would a cultivator pick up a stray cat?
What he picked up was not a cat.
It's me.
But I seem to have been fooled.
