The Shameless Little Cat Took Down the Zerg War God!

Next up: Crime Scene Cleaner. Synopsis at the bottom. After dying alongside the Lord of Alien Beings, SSS-ranked sentinel Nan Qi transmigrated into an insectoid world. The male insect who found him told him that in this world, male insects were highly esteemed because they could guide female insects' mental energy. But an F-ranked male insect, a good-for-nothing, was only fit to mine on a wasteland planet. Nan Qi: “...I'm a good-for-nothing male insect?” The male insect who found him: “That's right!” Nan Qi: “...” A disastrous start, but... Looking in the mirror, Nan Qi saw that after his spirit form had manifested, he had grown nine fluffy tails and a pair of cat ears. He fell into thought. Could male insects grow cat tails too? Were the mental energy rankings in this world different from those in his original world? * Before Nan Qi could figure out this new world, war broke out. The commanding general was injured, and Nan Qi lined up outside his room with a group of other good-for-nothing male insects, waiting to use their weak mental energy to guide the general's SSS-ranked mental energy. One male insect after another was thrown back out as soon as the door opened. Remembering that he was still a sentinel who needed someone to guide his mental energy, Nan Qi tried to make a run for it, but someone shoved him inside. As soon as he entered, the scent of catnip filling the room triggered his spirit form. In a daze, his tails curled around the other's wrists and ankles. Then he met a pair of icy eyes, a high kick, and two pairs of beautiful wings. Nan Qi, kicked in the chest: What a kick! What beautiful wings! I want to pounce. Cats pouncing on butterflies is instinct. No one can stop it! * General Bai Smelid, a god of war, was on the verge of death as his mental energy ran wild. He needed a male insect to guide it if he was to survive, but the mental energy of an F-ranked male insect would only make it more unstable. At the brink of death, something fluffy suddenly wrapped around his hands and feet. He looked up and froze on the spot. How could a male insect have a cat tail? The cat tail rubbed back and forth, not behaving itself. The male insect tilted his head like a cat and politely asked, “Little butterfly, you smell so good. Can I pounce on you?” Pounce my ass! He kicked the guy away and got into a fight with the frivolous male insect. And then, he sat up in bed, covered in red marks and clutching his waist. Damn cat! What a jerk. He was doomed. They'd fought their way into bed. At least his mental energy had stopped running wild. Also, what exactly had pounced on him last night? Wasn't this insect an F-rank? Since when were F-ranked male insects this powerful? Setting: Insectoids receive an injection of a mental-energy manifestation agent at the full moon. The agent combines with each individual to produce a different scent, and the strength of the scent indicates their mental energy rank. The higher the rank, the stronger the scent. When mental energy surges, the scent becomes completely uncontrollable. The lower the rank, the fainter the scent. F-ranks have almost no scent. Content Warnings: 1. Top protagonist, mutual pampering. Cheerful, dependable, mischievous, and scheming nine-tailed cat top x beautiful, powerful, tragic, and ruthless bottom. The top is a little bit of a jerk, in different ways to enemies and friends. 2. Explicit content. They fight their way into bed. If that's not for you, please stop reading. Their understanding comes from instinct, and they're a perfect match. Both are hopeless romantics. 3. Male superiority and female inferiority, but there are also class divisions and a central-brain system for assigning marriages. Male insects can have several wives and concubines, but not all of them can do so or lord it over others. Not all male insects are bad. There's a reason this distorted society formed. The author will try to make it clear; if not, please overlook it. Thank you. 4. This story isn't friendly to extreme fans of either character. Please don't read it. The author is not responsible if you get upset. 5. The author's writing is amateurish. No writing advice, please. You don't have to tell me if you're dropping the story. There are countless good stories on Jinjiang. If this one doesn't work for you, find another. There's no need to force yourself to read it. 6. No children are born in the main story. There are original worldbuilding details, and possibly quite a lot of them. This is a fictional setting unrelated to reality. Please don't apply it to real life!!! If you don't like this subject matter, run for it. Run as if a train is chasing you. 7. At readers' request, the top's name was changed to Nan Qi Aide. Through the efforts of the top, the bottom, and their companions, society will improve in every way. In other words, they'll overthrow the old world order and establish a new one. If you don't like that, please don't read it. Everyone wins. Synopsis written on February 27, 2024, with a screenshot saved on Weibo. All revisions are documented. Coming Soon: Crime Scene Cleaner An accident split Xia Ji's life in two. Before he turned twenty, both his parents were alive, and he was surrounded by gold, silver, and jade. He lived freely and carefree. The only thing wrong was that he could never get in touch with his childhood friend. Still, his life was nearly perfect. After twenty, he lived cautiously. His father was dead, his mother was insane, and enormous debts forced him to grow up fast. What surrounded him was no longer gold, silver, and jade, but large pools of blood, the traces left by badly decomposed bodies, clouds of mosquitoes and flies, rotting garbage, and resentful spirits lingering at crime scenes, unable to move on. The one thing that hadn't changed was that he still couldn't get in touch with his childhood friend. * Through the wide-open door, blood stained the entire house. The stench of corpses that wouldn't go away wormed into Xia Ji's nose despite his three layers of masks. He tugged at his long hair, which he couldn't bear to spend money on getting cut, then expertly lit incense to dispel the odor. Holding his breath, he placed the incense in the burner and rushed into the room, muttering, “The wronged have their grievances, the guilty have their debts. Take your revenge on the guilty, not the innocent. I'll even praise your excellent judgment.” Then he picked up his case, put on his protective gear, and got to work: cleaning. That's right. He wasn't a Daoist who drove out ghosts and evil spirits. He was a cleaner who specialized in cleaning up after murders and suicides. In other words, a crime scene cleaner. Once the dead have been taken away and all the procedures are complete, a cleaner has to clean up what's left. The job often involves large pools of blood, pieces of human remains left by badly decomposed bodies, flying insects, the stench of corpses, and garbage. It's a severe test of a cleaner's mental and physical endurance. Of course, those drawbacks seem insignificant compared with the advantages: a monthly salary of 30,000 and a bonus of 1,000 for each house cleaned. At least, that's how Xia Ji sees it. Even when he can see the wronged spirits of the victims at certain crime scenes, it doesn't dampen his enthusiasm for making money. Good pay, little work, and no more facing other people's sympathetic looks. Aside from the things mentioned above and the fact that travel distances vary, the job is practically perfect. Until one night after work, when a male ghost latched onto him. Only then did Xia Ji realize he'd been taking things too lightly: making money is never easy. Reader's Guide 1. A money-loving bottom with intermittent Yin-Yang eyes whose fate was switched x a powerful ghost-king top carrying a deep blood feud. 1v1, HE. Theme: No matter how difficult your circumstances, keep working hard and living life to the fullest.