I Became the Cat of the Richest Family

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Xu Chenxing debuted three years ago. With extraordinary talent, he became the youngest Best Actor in history.

Proud and arrogant, the Best Actor nitpicked everything and spoke rudely to investors, so his company sent him into exile.

Then he woke up and discovered he'd become... a little kitten?

Later, he also found out the kitten belonged to his investor's investor: the family of the richest man in the country.

Qi Guang, the newly installed head of a wealthy family, rose to the top of the rich list and became a figure at the center of every controversy.

Rumor had it that he was gentle and refined on the surface, but ruthless and unscrupulous underneath.

That's right! This guy is poison! an innocent little kitten said as it struggled to squirm out of his arms.

"You've been a bit too lively lately. Should we get you neutered?" Qi Guang mused like a doting father.

The little creature in his arms stopped at that.

How do you play a well-behaved cat? Urgent. Best Actor is waiting for advice online.

Later, Xu Chenxing, whom everyone had thought was too ambitious for his own good and destined for a tragic end, enjoyed one success after another and once again claimed the Best Actor title.

Reporters rushed to interview him about his award, only to see Xu Chenxing, decked out in accolades, sitting with his eyes closed against the sofa in the dressing room, quiet and serene.

A mysterious man was sitting beside him, with a cat on his lap. The cat was hunched up, watching the doorway nervously.

"Turn me back."

"Meow QAQ!"

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"Strange Strength, No Supernatural Nonsense"

One second, Yin Sheyu was sitting on a plane that had crashed and gone down.

The next, he discovered he'd transmigrated, and absurdly enough, into an unlimited-flow game scenario, face-to-face with a pale, blue-white face.

--Either way, it was a disaster out of nowhere.

Blood sprays everywhere as the game is livestreamed in full swing.

His teammates can chant spells, wield swords, summon gods, and command spirits. They're all incredibly powerful in the game... but none of them think much of him.

The reason is simple: his predecessor lacks spiritual aptitude, has zero spiritual power, and even the game itself looks down on him. The viewers are always telling him to quit or laughing at his misfortune.

The only one by his side is a little succubus, guiding him down the route of a foolish beauty and telling him to get back together with his ex-boyfriend and cling to him for support.

Yin Sheyu: Seriously, what is with this lovesick idiot? Why is she into someone who believes in superstition?

"Beg me, and I'll keep you alive--"

The beauty, who had been trembling with fear and tears in her eyes just moments earlier, suddenly sneered.

"Sorry, the thing I hate most in this life is asking people for help."

"I won't beg the gods, and I won't beg even if I die."

A poem says: On the first day, the candle is extinguished; on the third day, objects are moved; on the seventh day, the dead return to life in another's body.

By then, resentment will have gathered, and no living thing will survive.

On the seventh day, time rewinds, and a girl lies in a pool of blood.

The gods turn away, and there is nowhere to seek refuge.

Every player wishes they could disappear on the spot.

Only Yin Sheyu happily steps forward.

"At last, something normal has happened."

He pulls on a pair of gloves, a long-lost smile appearing on his face.

"Let's see... who killed you?"

Theme: How to balance ideals and reality