I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 470
Chapter 470: Troubles on Both Sides
When I was a child, I used to play a game called “Setting Up a Home in the Wild” with my friends from the welfare home.
The specific rules of the game were that we would set out at eight in the morning and each person would choose a tree by a familiar small river. By noon, everyone had to build a “little nest” for taking an afternoon nap on their chosen tree, then we would cook and eat by the river, take a nap, and return to the welfare home in the afternoon to work and do homework.
At that time, I chose a pomelo tree.
It was about eight meters tall and, due to poor nutrition, it didn’t bear any edible pomelos. I remember that the pomelo tree was easy to climb. Even though I was only about 1.4 meters tall, I could easily climb it and move some nearby materials up to build our “treehouse.”
There were quite a few pieces of discarded wood near the welfare home, the kind that was flat and had many rusty screws. Previous builders had discarded them, so we kids moved them to our respective trees. We would remove or fix the nails from the wood, drag it up the tree, and secure it in a relatively stable position.
Since I was afraid of heights, I chose the thickest branch of the pomelo tree, about three meters off the ground. I secured three wooden planks with ropes around the surrounding branches, laid down some straw, and made sure it was safe to lie down without falling before using it as a bed for my afternoon nap.
I still remember one of the kids chose a fig tree that was more than ten meters high. While setting up the planks, they accidentally fell. Although there were some branches that cushioned the fall, the solid “thump” and the subsequent cries of “ah-oh-oh-ho-ho-ho-ho” from our friend Tom are still fresh in my memory.
The result was that the friend’s foot was sprained, but their body was fine. They were up and about again a week later, so it was a stroke of luck amid misfortune.
However, today, I’m considering making use of this tree that’s over a hundred meters tall. At around fifty meters up the tree, two thick branches grow very close together. If I can use vines from below to tie these branches together and form a handmade “net,” it would be no problem to spend the night there tonight.
In elf mode, I’m generally not attacked by venomous snakes or wild beasts, but since tonight is my first time spending the night alone outside, I hope to create a relatively pleasant memory. At the very least, spending the night “in any tree hollow on the ground” is absolutely not an option.
The night sky in this world, especially at night, is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. There’s no pollution from Earth’s cities, no industrial fumes, and the stars seem to be countless.
Most importantly, the night sky here doesn’t just have one moon!
I remember that when I visited here before, it was at night, and the scenery was incredibly picturesque. The vast Milky Way, several moons of different sizes, twinkling, dazzling stars, and occasional falling meteors.
Since this world has the concept of “magic,” the stars, comets, and satellites here have more dreamlike shapes. So, I hope to spend the night in a higher tree, ideally on a branch that offers a perfect view of the starry sky.
My weight is about the same as two cats, so as long as I don’t bounce around up there, the flexibility of these vines should be enough to support me.
“Meow?”
As I was moving the vines from the “willow trees” at the base of the tree, climbing up the vines to weave the bed near the branch, I heard a cat meowing nearby.
Did I intrude on another cat’s territory?
I climbed up to the “loft” I had woven halfway and spat out the “willow branches” from my mouth, then looked around to locate the source of the meowing.
Actually, after running over and defeating the big cat earlier, I really wanted to tell Xiao Mo about my victory. I defeated the big magical cat of this world.
Yes, I, Yin Nuo’er, defeated the magical big cat here and claimed new territory. The unit of measurement for Yin Nuo’er’s combat power is no longer “the sea iguana of Moon Orchid Island,” but rather “a Grandis super fierce magical big cat.”
Now, hearing the cat meowing nearby again, I instinctively wanted to see which ill-tempered cat was causing trouble.
The catgirl form has many advantages, such as agility, speed, jumping ability, a useful tongue, and low energy consumption. But it also has a “flaw” that neither the human nor the elf forms can avoid: felines have territorial instincts.
Most of the cats in the cafe are pets, so their territorial instincts are less pronounced after spending a long time with their owners.
With over sixty cats around, they rarely show strong territorial behavior, and since I am a staff member familiar with them, even as a catgirl, they wouldn’t exhibit territorial behavior to drive me away—I even feel they have come to see me as their queen.
But the forest in this world is different. If the cats here smell the presence of other cats, their first reaction is to drive them away to prevent them from stealing food or competing for mates. In such cases, I have to use “force” to make them submit.
The so-called “force” involves making myself as large as possible. For cats, this means arching the back, raising the tail, and fluffing up the fur to appear more formidable, warning the opponent, “I am stronger than you. Leave now, or you’ll be outmatched in a fight.”
Although I don’t have the fluffy fur of a cat, I managed to scare off the big cat by arching my body and using the angelic halo from Gabriel. If this new cat also means trouble, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.
“Meow…”
Under my watch, a yellow leopard cat with leopard-like spots, a stout build, and long ears—about the same size as the cafe’s Timon—emerged from the forest ahead. It curiously looked at me for a while, then jumped onto the “willow branch bed” I had only half-assembled.
“Meow?”
After sniffing around on the green little bed, the leopard cat casually lay down.
What a friendly little guy!
Feeling that the cat of a similar size didn’t seem to have any ill intentions, I carefully approached and tried to pet its head.
The little leopard cat lowered its head and licked the back of my hand.
It tickles…
No, I need to confirm your identity first.
I climbed behind the leopard cat, grabbed its tail, lifted it slightly, and then spread its legs—
Hmm, confirmed, it’s a female cat.
That means it’s unlikely to compete with me for territory.
But wait, I should also be a female cat, right? Why did the big cat earlier react to me?
Could it be that it didn’t see me as a rival for territory but just thought I was dangerous?
Confused by all these questions, I decided to stop overthinking and let go of the cat’s tail.
“Meow?”
“Meow!”
Seeing that the cat was still puzzled, I gave it an encouraging look.
“You can sleep here tonight, but don’t roll around too much, okay?”
“Meow…”
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