All Those Years I Was the Cat King

On the first day I traveled through time, a hundred loyal swordsmen and axemen listened to my orders, rushed into the palace, killed the evil and cruel old king, and made me the new king. The operation process is simple, easy to understand, and ridiculous enough that a third-grade elementary school student can learn it. What's even more ridiculous is that I dressed as a cat - I can't change into a human, but I can walk upright and have nine lives. Several years later, I am still not used to being a maverick cat, but it seems that humans and animals across the country have become accustomed to being ruled by cats. One day I came across a wanted poster depicting a fluffy creature in boots. Another day I heard that a young man riding a dragon appeared on an island in China, and his companion was named Toothless. ... His Majesty the King, who is wise and mighty and dominates the universe, but still refuses to admit that he is a cat and is diagnosed with racial cognitive impairment by the royal doctor, sits in the palace, holding his chin with his front paws and is deep in thought: I may have some misunderstandings about the world. Reading instructions: The male protagonist has no CP, it is a short story, and the text is written in third person. It is an overly serious cat king and an overly inappropriate fairy tale background. It combines a large number of animated movies, fairy tales, and an original world view. I have recently decided to release this interesting pit again, but I don't know when to write it. Intention: tentative