- It's said that adorable Claras will peek out from the corner and even raise their paws in a beckoning gesture.
-I tried it today, it's so cute!!!
Wen Zheng gave a perfunctory "oh," recalling how he had closed the game announcement without even reading it when he logged on.
After watching the chat for a while, the floor finally melted, and the moment the boss appeared, a full-screen announcement suddenly appeared in every player's view.
[All Channels Announcement]: Congratulations to players [山雨欲来], [轩辕天路], [DuanXiang], and [JamesLiu] for setting new records for clearing the Legendary Dungeon [Pharaoh's Wrath]! The Central Crystal Ranking has been updated!
The live chat exploded with comments.
Holy crap, Pharaoh's Wrath can refresh?! How do you refresh it?!
-Shanyu is indeed a master... I don't think they're doing a live stream tonight, right?
-No! He must be focused on breaking the record!
...
Wen Zheng paused, stared at the name that suggested an impending storm for a while, and said nothing.
A moment later, he drew the weapon assigned to him by the system before the boss battle—
A long knife.
On the Aimao platform, there are two modes to switch between when watching a streamer's live broadcast.
First, there's the streamer's perspective, which is watching from a first-person point of view. Most viewers of Survival Space prefer this mode because it helps them understand the puzzles and follow the streamer's train of thought.
Another option is the God's-eye view, where viewers can choose their viewing point from above the streamer.
Most of Wen Zheng's fans came from watching his God-like perspective live stream recordings of him fighting bosses.
In the words of fans, it can be summed up in one word: cool.
In the game, you can adjust your appearance; as long as you have the patience, you can customize it however you like. However, your walking posture, body language, and movement habits cannot be faked.
Wen Zheng's character in the game always wears a black mask, black T-shirt and black pants, looking like an ordinary passerby at first glance, with no distinguishing features except for a strangely styled chip necklace around his neck.
But as soon as he starts walking or picks up a weapon, he becomes a completely different person.
The bosses in the basic levels are mostly humanoid monsters, primarily zombies, who are naked and have no attributes.
Easy to beat.
Cool.
Wen Zheng picked up his long sword and jumped down from the high ice block. Before he landed, he suddenly heard a series of unfamiliar beeping sounds.
Wen Zheng was taken aback, but quickly realized that this was the alarm from the incubator.
The cat woke up.
Author's Note: Wen Zheng: No.
Wen Zheng: You're the one who's mute!!!
Chapter 3
The boss charged at him menacingly, while Wen Zheng, knife in hand, turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Why did he have to wake up now of all times?! The basic levels don't allow saving, and if he quits now, all his previous progress will be wasted. Although it wasn't particularly difficult, he'd already spent half an hour on it, and Wen Zheng was so annoyed he wanted to explode.
It takes at least five minutes to defeat the boss.
Five minutes isn't a long time; what could possibly happen to the cat?
Wen Zheng thought, "If I don't fight this boss today, I'll be the one who gets into trouble."
We absolutely have to fight. I'd be an idiot if we didn't.
...
Ten seconds later, the idiot Wen Zheng ripped off his holographic glasses and stood in front of the incubator, his body emitting black smoke.
The black cat was indeed awake, but it seemed disoriented, its eyes barely open a crack, and its mouth slightly open, revealing a tiny pink tongue.
Wen Zheng searched for monitoring data guidelines for incubators on his phone, compared them with the black cat's, and confirmed that its vital signs were normal.
He sighed deeply and squatted down wearily.
bother.
They'll be sent away tomorrow.
Wen Zheng opened the box, turned the black cat's head so it was facing the light, and then took some photos using his utterly terrible photography skills.
After taking the photos, I was quite satisfied.
This cat has a high, straight nose and very upright ears. Unlike many pet cats, its ears are small or floppy, making it look listless.
Moreover, the cat's flesh is very firm, no wonder it's so heavy.
Perhaps the anesthesia hadn't worn off, because its eyes quickly closed again, and the incubator showed that the cat had fallen into a coma again.
Looking at the time, it was past 12:10. Wen Zheng apologized on Weibo, took a shower, and went to sleep.
***
The next day, Wen Zheng brought the still unconscious cat to his office.
Because the cat was so big, and the incubator was also very large, Wen Zheng was a little clumsy when he carried it in his arms.
His colleague, Jin Fanrong, hadn't seen the transparent side and reached out to take it, asking, "Is this my package?"
Wen Zheng ignored him and placed the box behind his seat.
"I found a cat," he said. "Anyone want to keep it?"
The famously cold-faced killer has actually picked up a cat!
Even before it was time to start work, the whole office was already buzzing with gossip.
"What kind of cat is that?" someone asked. Those who came closer were puzzled: "It's badly injured, I can't even tell its breed..."
“This cat is huge…” Jin Fanrong stood behind. “But it shouldn’t be a Ragdoll, right? Ragdolls don’t come in black. Could it be a Ragdoll mix? My cousin has a 4A-grade Ragdoll, with a pedigree certificate, and she’s Clara’s cousin—”
Jin Fanrong said, his voice tinged with pride.
Her colleagues' attention was quickly drawn to it: "Clara's relative?! My god, how much money would that cost—"
"It's alright." Jin Fanrong grinned. "It wasn't too expensive; I bought it for a little over two million."
My colleague shrieked, "Two million?! That's not expensive? That's enough to buy a house! Ugh, comparisons are just odious..."
Wen Zheng: "..."
Jin Fanrong felt great, holding his teacup, head held high and chest out.
"Actually, my cousin is alright, but my siblings are better off. My cousin just got married last month, and her husband is really rich and treats me very well... He gave me a small apartment in Pingshan as a gift when we met."
"Pingshan? It's so expensive there!"
"Haha, it's alright."
Seeing his colleagues looking at him with envy and jealousy, Jin Fanrong pretended to be surprised and looked at Wen Zheng: "Ah, you mean cats? Never mind, my brother-in-law said he was going to give me a 4A British Shorthair, but I can't keep it at home."
A female colleague laughed and said, "Didn't you just get a new apartment? Keeping it there is like having a warm room."
"Forget it, I'd need to hire someone to take care of it, and I can't afford that with my salary right now. I'll save up some money first." Jin Fanrong scratched his head and said, "But Wen Zheng, I'm afraid this cat of yours won't be easy to give away. Even if it's not graded, it has to be a purebred. This cat is too ugly."
Everyone chimed in, "...Sorry, Wen Zheng, we also think it's not very good-looking. By the way, what kind of cat is that?"
They looked at Wen Zheng and found that he had already sat down in front of his computer, his ears completely plugged in with noise-canceling headphones.
Jin Fanrong: "…………"
One of the more shameless colleagues waved her hand between Wen Zheng and the screen. Wen Zheng took off one earphone and looked at her coldly.
"how?"
"It's nothing. People are just asking you what kind of cat it is."
Wen Zheng: "Black cat."
"……What?"
“Black cat.” Wen Zheng repeated, pointing to the incubator: “Are your cats any bigger than mine?”
Jin Fanrong was taken aback: "...No."
Wen Zheng then asked, "Is it as heavy as my cat?"
Someone tried to lift it, but couldn't even lift the box with both hands! So they said, "No."
Wen Zheng finally smiled and said, "My cat is amazing."
An eerie silence fell over the entire office.
How can you compare these?
Wen Zheng put his earphones back in, and an old song from over two hundred years ago came through—"I Advise You Not to Be Angry".
Life is short and fleeting, it's not easy to live like this. In this world, we can't do whatever we want.
As the catchy melody played, Wen Zheng scrolled through Weibo.
He just found out that there was no hope for his colleague, so he posted a picture of the black cat on Weibo asking for adoption, and he's reading the comments now.
Within two minutes of posting, he received two hundred replies, one hundred and eighty of which criticized his photography skills, and twenty mocked him for contradicting himself by getting a cat.
Wen Zheng was already numb, and calmly continued scrolling down.
A while later, he received a private message.
@Xiaoyuan's Home: Hello Z. I saw your Weibo post. First of all, thank you for agreeing to perform the surgery on the kitten.
Upon seeing this, Wen Zheng instinctively retorted in his mind: No, he's not young.
Continue.
The kitten wasn't of good quality, making it difficult to find a suitable adopter.
If you really can't find it, please don't abandon it; you can contact us.