The Game Bosses Are Fighting to Be My Cat [Full Dive]

In high school, Ji Yuanjia played a little single-player game called The Third Epic: Cats and the Alchemy Workshop.

He was a famous alchemist in the game world, living happily with his cats in his own workshop.

He had five cats of all different colors. They huddled together, soft and fluffy, meowing for his attention. Every one of them was precious to him.

After a year offline during his senior year, Ji Yuanjia returned to a bolt from the blue!

It turned out The Cats and the Alchemy Workshop was some shady pirated game from who-knows-where!

The original game had been removed from the entire internet.

The servers were permanently shut down.

The login screen was frozen forever in front of a sunlit glass greenhouse. Several chibi cats twitched their ears, wagged their tails, and mewed at him.

He could never enter his workshop again.

Until a real full-dive game called The Third Epic burst onto the scene.

[Highly immersive, high degree of freedom]

[Seven races, endless possibilities]

Ji Yuanjia logged into The Third Epic and once again chose to become an alchemist.

Alchemists were versatile, but with low attack, low agility, and fragile bodies, they had no development or supplies early on. They were basically a useless class.

Faced with an elite monster he couldn't beat, Ji Yuanjia fled for his life.

He opened his beginner's chest without much hope, praying for a useful item to help him escape.

What appeared wasn't an item.

It was a game boss.

A vast cloud of black smoke surged in, and a lich with a level of "??" answered the call, killing the elite monster in one blow.

At last, the smoke condensed into a little black cat, which leaped out and licked his face.

That familiar coat.

Those familiar little meows.

One game boss after another turned into a cat before his eyes.

The Cats and the Alchemy Workshop had reappeared in this world, and the cats had finally welcomed their alchemist home.

Ji Yuanjia, covered in cats: "Stop messing around, all of you... Wait, you're my cat too?!"

The alchemist had once casually said that he wished he could see cats in real life.

The cats said they wanted to be with him forever, too.

[Author's notes before reading]

1. People shouldn't fall into the same trap twice, but I do. So many years later, I've started writing another full-dive online game novel. This time, I'll do my best to make it feel like a game novel and not high fantasy [.

2. As I said above, I haven't written in many years, so I'm a little rusty and slowly getting back into the swing of things.

3. As I said in the first note, the previous book set in the same world went off the rails somewhere, so I don't recommend reading that embarrassing old work. Although this one has the same name, many details have been completely rewritten. Maybe only a few place names will be the same in the end.

4. If you've patiently read this far, let's embark on a fun adventure together!

[About this novel]

1. Different cats as seme X cat-loving uke (though as a collective consciousness, they should technically count as fragments).

2. As before, this is a story-driven online game novel, not a numbers-focused one.

3. Planned start date: June 9, 2026 (I'll do my best. I hear it's a lucky date.)

[Coming soon] Your Wand Is Broken!

At 112 Copper Jasmine Street, there was a handmade wand shop.

It was the Vitralite family's two-hundred-year-old ancestral business, and a source of pride they had steadfastly upheld.

But ever since a trendy wand-carving shop opened across the street on the corner, business had plummeted.

Loran spent a hot, lazy summer vacation in the family shop, watching it grow quieter and quieter as his parents leaned against a wooden cabinet piled high with wand-making materials, anxiously discussing how to turn things around.

In the end, they decided to travel farther afield to search for better wand materials.

"Can you manage the shop on your own?"

Loran swore with utmost confidence, "Go ahead. I'll take good care of our family's ancestral business."

On his very first day minding the shop alone, he stepped on a customer's wand and snapped it.

The customer was both a famous person and an acquaintance: the top student in their year, renowned throughout the school.

Loran: "..."

Disaster had struck.

The wand looked extremely valuable. Paying for it would make his family's financial situation even worse.

The customer sat in a swivel chair, one foot planted on the floor, watching him at his leisure as if curious to hear what he would say.

With tears in his eyes, Loran stammered, "I-I'm sorry! I really can't afford to pay you back... Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?"

The top student gave him a knowing half-smile.

Calmly, he made his offer: "As it happens, I'm looking for an attendant."

This young master wasn't some kindhearted good Samaritan. His family was renowned in the magical world, and their influence dominated the top ranks of the profession.

Rumor had it their regular meeting place was a ward shrouded in black magic, one that devoured every spy who tried to investigate.

Now, as their newly appointed attendant, Loran would have to bravely venture alone into the dragon's lair.

A deranged earl.

A stubborn queen.

A womanizing knight.

A king who did whatever he pleased and picked fights with everyone, along with his horribly unlucky attendant, had become the school's biggest villainous gang.

Loran: QAQ

Mom, Dad, the Vitralite family's glory is going to be ruined by me!

"How could it be?"

The king, who always picked fights with everyone, casually unwrapped a candy and insisted on popping the supposedly brand-new candy ball of the year into Loran's cheek.

"Glory isn't some certificate handed to you based on what other people think. Once you succeed, they'll naturally come rushing to claim a share of you."

Loran: "What have I even succeeded at?"

His Majesty the King: "Didn't you succeed in having no subjects to retake this year?"

On the night of the ball, Loran racked his brains to turn down the king's casual invitation to dance. He was determined to hole up in the observatory and study for the major exam coming up.

Then a shadow fell over him, and someone pinned him in the corner behind a telescope.

In a panic, Loran felt the other's chest rumble with low laughter and brushed his fingers over the pure silver mask worn for the ball. Breathing in a familiar scent, he was thoroughly kissed.

It should have been a carefully staged prank: when the lights came on, no one would be there.

But he felt the hard wand at the person's waist.

Loran said calmly, "Your Majesty, so what exactly was that... firewood stick I stepped on and broke?"

"Ah, I thought the mask would keep you from recognizing me."

The man lowered his head and pecked the corner of Loran's lips. "I underestimated you."

Theme: Stay curious about the world and keep loving life