Am I A God?

Zhao Yao looked at the distant Wheatley, who had a Level 28 indicator above her head. He pondered hard.

The space in front of him rippled and he saw the Dimension Portal, which only he could see, appeared before him.

“Once a cat reincarnates as a small girl, the body takes the form of a small girl. The feelings, taste and touch are different from a cat’s. After some time, preferences change but some habits stay.” Zhao Yao got Matcha behind the portal and said, “Help me check what a small girl likes.”

Zhao Yao clenched his fists. “This is frustrating. I don’t know what a small girl likes.”

Wheatley sat on her throne and propped up her feet.

Perhaps she retained her cat’s habits, she wore very little clothing. She wrapped her important areas with shredded cloth. Her legs, hands, collarbone, stomach, which were wheat colored, were exposed.

Wheatley pouted her lips as she said, “None of them look fun.”

A golden-haired youth standing by Wheatley said, “Lord Wheatley, let them showcase their skills learnt in the Cat Slave Hall. See which one’s more outstanding. They are all apprentices, if all are sent into the palace, some may not be suitable.”

“Meow?” Wheatley’s eyes rolled and said, “Didn’t they learn about combing fur, preparing catmeal and training? What’s there to see?”

Wheatley swung her fair leg and looked at the cat slaves as she said, “I’ve heard all the recent stories of the palace. I’d like to listen to new stories. Everyone will tell me a new story. If you’re good, you’ll stay. Otherwise you’ll go back and continue the apprenticeship.”

“Storytelling?”

Everyone was stunned and puzzled.

The golden-haired man said, “Are you defying Lord Wheatley? If she wants storytelling, you’ll tell good stories.” He pointed at Blue Moon in the first row and said, “You’ll be first.”

“Me?” Blue Moon looked at Wheatley’s curious pupils and a strong dominant feeling engulfed him.

Blue Moon was unprepared and cold sweat dripped down his head. Finally, he said, “Long, long time ago, a courageous cat slave called Black Smoke served a cat called Ka Ka. One day, Ka Ka was captured by a huge evil cat, Black Smoke decided to rescue Ka Ka…”

Wheatley opened his mouth and yawned, “Boring story, next.”

Blue Moon looked glum and stopped. Another apprentice beside Blue Moon was pointed out by Wheatley and he said, “Long… long time ago, there was a mountain with lots of people. They hunted… hunted daily for a living…”

Wheatley frowned at the cat slave who was tongue-tied and said, “Next.”

The apprentices in the Frosted Teeth City had been training since young to be a qualified cat slave. They trained diligently every day so they had no time for storytelling.

Wheatley was getting impatient while the cat slaves were getting more disappointed. It was finally Zhao Yao’s turn.

Zhao Yao walked out confidently. He had thought of a story while other cat slaves were telling their stories.

“Five hundred years ago, 100 thousand meters above Satol, in a cold dark end of the sky, nine corpses that were 1000 feet each dragged a green bronze coffin in the air. This was the Nine Cats’ Coffin Drag…”

“On this day, in the northern part of Satol, a cat called Jojo was training his superpower diligently.

Three years ago, Jojo had great potential and was of a premium grey cat breed. On a strange night, he became the lowest level orange cat.

While training, he could not resist looking at the direction of the great hall. On that day, the beautiful Lizzie looked for him to break their engagement…”

As Zhao Yao told his story in an animated way, a story about the orange cat Jojo came to life before the crowd.

After Jojo became an orange cat, he was humiliated. Then he increased his power step by step and obtained the respect of other cats. He expanded his territory and gained dominance. Wheatley’s eyes glimmered with interest.

When the orange cat Jojo fell off the cliff and met an old white cat, Zhao Yao stopped abruptly.

Wheatley asked anxiously, “Why did you stop? Continue immediately.”

Zhao Yao said helplessly, “I can’t think of what comes next.”

Wheatley was surprised. “The story you told just now, did you just think of it?”

Zhao Yao nodded and said, “Yes, I like to listen to stories and I’ve tried writing some too. I haven’t finished this story. You have to wait if you want to hear more.”

Wheatley frowned and shook her leg impatiently. “How long do I need to wait?”

“I can think of a bit everyday. I’ll tell you a small part each day.”

Wheatley’s eyes lit up. “Good! From now on, you’ll stay in my palace and tell me stories daily.”

The other apprentices looked astonished at Zhao Yao. Their gazes were full of jealousy and envy.

Zhao Yao nodded with satisfaction and looked at the Dimension Portal at the side. Matcha stood behind the portal and raised his cell phone to flip the novel for Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao was reading the novel on the phone while improvising and adding more cat roles to attract Wheatley into the story.

He thought, “It’s good that I read a lot of books. I’m able to use them at a critical time.”

Black Dune asked, “Lord Wheatley, what shall we do for the rest of the apprentices?”

Wheatley looked impatiently at them and said, “Let them prepare meals, clean feces and do general cleaning.”

Black Dune lowered his head and said, “Yes, my Lord.”

Wheatley smiled merrily and walked to Zhao Yao. She stuck out her tongue and wanted to lick Zhao Yao. She said, “From now on, I’ll protect you.”

The golden-haired youth hurried over and stopped Wheatley. “Lord Wheatley! You can’t lick others! There’s bacteria, you’ll be sick.”

Wheatley retrieved her tongue reluctantly and licked the corners of her lips. She pretended to be an adult and patted Zhao Yao’s shoulders as she said, “Work well and I’ll feed you. You’ll eat what I eat. Be obedient.”

The golden-haired youth, who was the cat slave supervisor, gazed at the little hand on Zhao Yao’s shoulders and frowned.

Other apprentices were getting more jealous of Zhao Yao. They suffered for many years and had started from the bottom with common jobs. Guang Yu was only an apprentice for a short while and his potential was bad but he was favored by Lord Wheatley for his storytelling skills.

“Yes.” Wheatley looked at Zhao Yao and said, “Are you able to accept my power? Then you can tell me stories any time.”

Wheatley tip-toed and extended her hand towards Zhao Yao’s chest as she wanted to lend her superpower to Zhao Yao.