Lin Mo stayed up all night catching up on anime. The progress bar froze on the most heartbreaking scene: a pale gray kitten being swallowed by chaos, while the screen filled with comments saying, “Don't!” He sent one last comment: “If only I could rewrite this.” The Enter key was sticky with instant noodle soup, and he died suddenly.
He woke up as a cat. Nine tails, golden eyes, the last disciple of the Judge Clan, and a sharp-tongued System to boot.
The System said, “Host, I suggest you stir up some trouble on your own, or this System will starve to death.”
He looked around: the morning mist of Cloudveil Valley, his old cat master's back, and a pair of eyes at the entrance, so cold and distant they seemed almost transparent.
It was her. The cat from the frozen scene.
Ye Ying clutched a pine nut in his paw pad. The scene that had been stuck last time did not play again today.
Instead, Mingyue crouched in the grass, shaving a vine, her ears pressed low.
Then she placed the vine on the stone steps, its tip pointed outward.
“Come get it tomorrow.”
While Bai Tang was still stumbling over thresholds in Dongqiang Town, Ye Ying had already placed his first piece on Cat Land's board.
He would change the fate of the Twelve Clans, one by one.
He would start with the junior sister right in front of him, whose ears could puff up like that.
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