Black Cat Pharmacist [Interstellar]

What should a cat do after transmigrating to the interstellar era?

Even with a System, you can't exactly eat it for dinner.

The black cat was lucky enough to be adopted by a wealthy owner who happened to be a marshal.

Every day, its owner would pet its fur, feed it dried fish, and nap with it. The cat figured it wouldn't be so bad to spend the rest of its life like this...

Until one day, after an accident, the marshal's cat went missing and was presumed dead.

Cat: No, I don't think I'm ready to kick the bucket.

System: Young one, then let's become a magical girl... ahem, let's cultivate until you become human!

And so, among the people of the Empire appeared a bald man... I mean, a talented and formidable pharmacist. Strangely enough, this pharmacist didn't stay in the safety of the capital, but enlisted in the military.

System: Are you going to reveal your identity to your human?

Cat: No. He went out looking for women behind my back. I'm going to settle the score with him. What happened to me being the only kitty in his life?

Cat: When he liked me, he called me his little sweetheart. Then as soon as he stopped liking me, he tossed me aside. Sure enough, all cat owners are jerks. *sob*

An expressionless cat-loving gong x a slightly tsundere, lively black cat shou

1. The marshal having a woman is a misunderstanding.

2. The sentinels-and-guides setting isn't particularly rigorous. The cat and the marshal are made for each other. No angst, just sweet, indulgent fluff.

3. The author ate the plot logic. This is pure, brainless sweetness from start to finish. If you take it seriously, you've already lost. If you don't like it, please be kind to the fragile-hearted author and click away in the upper right.

4. This novel has been abandoned. Enter at your own risk, and don't blame me if you hit a dead end (highlighted).

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