Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World-Chapter 334 : Reunion with Fuzzball
However, despite their protests, Kim Haru had firmly decided to take action on his own.
Thus, they could only watch helplessly as Kim Haru and Chung Hwangeun walked toward the source of the commotion.
It wasn't that the other ability users were unwilling to follow; they were simply afraid of disrupting Kim Haru's plan.
If their recklessness led to him getting hurt, they would never forgive themselves.
Kim Haru knew he was being a bit impulsive.
In order to o avoid making the others wait too long, he quickened his pace, reminding Chung Hwangeun as they moved forward, "If I don't signal you to act, don't do anything rash."
Chung Hwangeun fully aware of the gravity of the situation, replied firmly, "Understood."
They hadn't walked far before even Kim Haru, with his ordinary human senses, could hear the noise.
It was the sound of snow falling to the ground, accompanied by the rustling of branches.
The creature wasn't walking on the ground—it was leaping through the trees.
Kim Haru looked up, gazing at the bare tree trunks.
This area had likely been a forest once, but after the apocalypse, very few plants had successfully mutated, leaving only withered branches behind.
Yet, even stripped bare, these trees remained tall and robust.
Their branches were thickly blanketed in snow, with icicles hanging down like fairy-tale decorations, creating a stunning winter wonderland.
Amid this frozen landscape, a graceful creature darted from branch to branch, drawing nearer with each leap.
It was a fluffy, snow-white animal with sky-blue eyes as clear and brilliant as the finest jade.
Its small, pointed ears twitched with each jump, and its tail painted elegant arcs in the air, captivating anyone who saw it.
It was an exceptionally beautiful long-haired cat.
Kim Haru froze in place.
"... Fuzzball?"
The word escaped his lips in a soft murmur, and the cat leapt gracefully from the branches to land right in front of him.
Then, in an unmistakably sweet tone, it let out a soft, sweet meow: "Meow~"
Kim Haru couldn't believe his eyes.
The cat before him was the spitting image of the cat he had owned before his transmigration, right down to the last detail—except this one was slightly larger.
But not by much.
Every feature—the pristine, unblemished white fur, the mesmerizingly blue eyes, the sugary-sweet voice—was identical.
Even its fondness for climbing trees.
But how could that be?
This was a completely different world.
And even back in his previous world, his cat had died in an accident—he had buried it with his own hands.
Yet here it was, calling to him!
Kim Haru stared at the cat, stunned.
It had only meowed once, but when it saw him standing there like a statue, it tilted its head and let out another sweet, drawn-out meow.
Kim Haru couldn't hold back any longer.
He crouched down, hesitantly extending his hand. "Fuzzball?"
"Me. Kim!"
Chung Hwangeun who si standing nearby, was growing increasingly anxious.
At first, even he had been entranced by the sudden appearance of the cat, but his experience with mutated creatures told him that the more enchanting an animal's appearance, the deadlier it often was.
This cat was spotless, its fur immaculately clean—a clear sign it lived in extraordinary conditions.
How could such a creature exist without being exceptionally dangerous?
In this dangerous situation, with such a perilous creature before them, if not for Kim Haru's strict earlier command, Chung Hwangeun would have already unleashed a lightning strike.
To his astonishment, Kim Haru seemed intent on reaching out to touch the creature.
Chung Hwangeun suspected this was a skill of the cat—luring prey closer with its charm and then delivering a fatal blow.
As Chung Hwangeun considered defying Kim Haru's command to isolate the cat from his master, the creature glanced his way.
The moment Chung Hwangeun locked eyes with its crystal-clear blue gaze, he felt his entire body freeze.
He couldn't move a single muscle.
The realization hit him: he was under the cat's control!
Panic surged through Chung Hwangeun's mind.
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He wanted to make a sound to warn Kim Haru, but even the smallest noise was impossible.
He couldn't even shift his gaze.
All he could do was watch helplessly as Kim Haru's outstretched hand moved closer to the cat.
No—correction.
Kim Haru wasn't actively trying to touch the cat.
Instead, the cat took the initiative, nudging its head into Kim Haru's palm.
The cat seemed far from satisfied with just that.
Purring sweetly, it began to rub its head against Kim Haru's hand, back and forth, as if basking in affection.
Chung Hwangeun's heart sank.
This was it.
Just one look from the cat had completely immobilized him.
Now, with Kim Haru so intimately connected to the creature, its control over him would undoubtedly be even stronger.
Any second now, Kim Haru would collapse.
But... wait—what?
Contrary to Chung Hwangeun's fears, Kim Haru didn't collapse.
Instead, he calmly used both hands to lift the cat from under its front legs.
Even more shockingly, Kim Haru took a closer look at the cat's underside.
"Male," Kim Haru murmured to himself. "It really is Fuzzball?"
Feeling affronted by the repeated questioning of its identity, the Persian cat raised a paw and lightly batted Kim Haru on the forehead.
The soft, pink paw pad carried a frosty coolness.
The gentle slap startled Kim Haru, but it also snapped him out of his daze.
He broke into an overjoyed smile and pulled the cat into his arms. "It's really you, Fuzzball!"
What a miracle—across two entirely different worlds, Kim Haru had somehow been reunited with his beloved Fuzzball.
His happiness knew no bounds.
"Chung Hwangeun, look! I found my cat!" Kim Haru exclaimed, holding Fuzzball close and turning to share his joy.
However, as he turned around, he froze.
"Huh?"
Only then did Kim Haru notice that Chung Hwangeun stood completely still, utterly motionless.
At first, Kim Haru didn't understand what was happening.
A moment later, he hesitantly glanced down at the cat in his arms.
