Kaito hadn't moved from the windowsill for hours, it had been almost an hour since he had been assaulted in his master's bathroom.
His cat fur had almost dried up, but the look in his eyes gave the idea of a deranged stranger.
In fact, if you looked closer at him, you could even see the little kitty cat having a nosebleed.
It was a miracle in itself that he had reincarnated as a young baby cat and not an adult one; otherwise, what would Lucy have thought if she had seen her pet cat's pole dangling as she gave him a bath?
Kaito still hadn't seemed to come out of his 'epiphany' when a new system notification floated in front of him.
[The user has successfully completed the first cleansing event!]
[+70 Faith Points]
Begrudgingly, the boy looked at the floating blue screens of text ringing inside his head, still not understanding what this whole thing was about these so-called faith points.
[The Cult Cat-a-lyst System]
Species: Domestic Cat (Black Fur, Blue Eyes)
Faith Points: [75/1000]
Time Before The Apocalypse Starts: 29 Days, 20 Hours and 46 Minutes remaining.
Divine Rank: F- (You're literally bottom-tier.)
Assigned Missions:
Start a cult.
Amass worship.
Prevent the destruction of Earth.
Warning: You lose Faith Points whenever you act as a "bad cat" to your owner.
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Kaito stared blankly at the glowing blue screen in front of him.
[Start a cult.
Amass worship.
Prevent the destruction of Earth.]
"…You want me to do what now?" he whispered inside his head, blinking slowly.
He was a cat.
A tiny, black, fluffy cat.
With paws.
And fur.
And no thumbs.
'Start a cult?' The boy cat looked down at himself, then back at the window, where a pigeon sat on the other side of the glass, pecking at something.
"…Should I start with the pigeons?" he muttered.
Another screen blinked into view.
[Warning: Talking to pigeons will not increase Faith Points.]
"Wow. Even the system thinks I'm pathetic." The boy cat purred, slumping against the glass wall as he placed his chin on the windowsill like a sad loaf.
His little cat tail flicked once.
The status window remained in front of him like a teacher waiting for a homework excuse as he read it again and again.
[Faith Points: 80/1000]
[Divine Rank: F- (You're literally bottom-tier.)]
The boy stared at the screen for a long time before he meowed.
'If not for the bonus 50 faith points he'd received when Lucy was drying him with that baby towel, he would still be at 30 faith points only.
He still remembered what had happened, when Lucy was happy that he had nicely taken a bath and said something like she would put her faith in him since he's a good kitty cat and all that bullshit.
It was almost like the sentence had triggered something as Kaito had received the notification:
[The host has gained his first follower!!]
[+50 Faith Points.]
That was all. Kaito read the mission one more time, just to be sure his tiny brain wasn't having a post-bath breakdown.
Start a cult.
'…but how?'
He looked around the room.
Books.
Clothes.
Old instant ramen packets.
And Lucy.
His new owner.
Or as the system probably now calls her:
"His first follower."
Kaito sighed.
"Start a cult with one broke little girl and a cat who cries during showers. Sure. That'll save the world." He purred, raising one of his paws and covering his face.
"…I'm doomed."
Just then, Lucy called out from the kitchen.
"Mochi, do you want some tunaaa~?"
The boy's cat ears perked as his stomach growled at the mention of tuna.
Kaito still hadn't gotten used to this cat diet but everytime he ate it, the guy realised that this so called cat food wasn't that bad compared to how he had lived his life off expired cup noodles the last 2 years of his life as Kaito.
His nose twitched.
And just like that, the blue screen started blinking again.
[New Notification: Tuna Offering Detected.
+5 Faith Points.]
Kaito stared at the screen.
Then at the girl.
"…Wait…is that how this works?"
His eyes slowly widened.
A thought appeared in his head.
An evil, ridiculous and stupid thought.
"If I act like a holy cat…will she keep giving me tuna? And I'll get more points??"
A slow, devilish grin spread across the fuzzy cat's face.
The apocalypse could wait.
After all…the grilled piece of tuna needed his immediate attention right now.
And so began the rise of Mochi, The Prophet Whiskers.
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