Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 764 - 123: Hehe, I Must Survive

After clawing it to the ground, the black cat would walk away nonchalantly, waiting for its target to struggle back up before launching another attack.

Cats, truly a species of utmost cruelty.

The shadow struggled out of the garbage bin, stumbling back to the deserted street, an unprecedented desolation engulfing it at this moment.

As the "Demon King," its reputation was known far and wide; wherever it went, despair would destroy everyone. Yet now, there were not many opponents left for it.

After suffering a shameful defeat against the stray cats, its current capable opponents might only be left to mice and insects.

However, the former's souls disgusted it; even it did not want to devour the souls of mice, as it was the last pride of a strong being. The souls of insects were extremely weak, and it struggled to imagine how many insect souls it would have to devour to return to a state capable of hunting humans.

Is this the end?

No, this would never be its ending.

As they say, heaven never seals off all exits. During its escape, it accidentally overheard a conversation among some Imperial Capital people. They were talking about stray cats and then about this kind-hearted person in the Imperial Capital who adopted magical creatures.

Ethan.

It etched this name into its memory.

The humans said that the magical creatures in the Imperial Capital seemed very close to this kind-hearted person. From stray cats to wyrms in the magical beast park, it was all the same. Even those unremarkable magical creatures could get food if they sought help from Ethan. That kind-hearted person would even arrange lodging for magical creatures, ending their wandering lives.

It came up with a new idea.

It absolutely could not wander in the sewers like mice and insects.

It would seek Ethan's help, lodging in this kind-hearted person's home until it recovered its strength one day.

As repayment…

After it destroys this kingdom and even the entire human world, it will spare the life of that kind-hearted person!

Ethan was a famous person in Imperial Capital; finding out where he lived was not difficult, almost everyone knew where he lived.

The shadow immediately put its plan into action and embarked on a new journey.

Hehe, I must survive!

...............

At the same time, after winning 11 times in a row, bringing her record to 11-0-0, the never-defeated champion Little Dark returned to her loyal home.

With a "poof," she turned back into a human, poured herself a glass of milk, added sugar and oatmeal, and began humming a little tune in high spirits. Had it not been for that shadow fleeing into the garbage can, her record would have been even more dazzling.

The training for "cat hissing" and "cat clawing" had preliminarily shown results.

But…

Little Dark lowered her head and stared at the ripples in the milk, her mood suddenly dropping again.

The more she understood the habits of cats, the more she saw the formidable strength of Lindong. That guy seemed just like a real cat, even making Little Dark suspect Lindong was a cat transformed into a human being, indifferent to outsiders, using every means possible to act cute and coquettish with Ethan. The cat's behavior was vividly embodied in Lindong.

She had spent some time with both of them but had never once seen Lindong hiss at Ethan. On the contrary, that Rowena had been hissed at several times and even had her hand scratched by Lindong's claws.

Little Dark could imagine, in Ethan's eyes, Lindong was definitely considered a perfect cat.

Can she really defeat such an opponent?

The sudden knock on the door startled her. With a "poof," Little Dark reverted to her black cat form, landing steadily on the table. She had no idea why she did it; perhaps she had been in cat form too long recently, forming a conditioned reflex.

For some reason, Ethan, who came out of the bedroom, looked very weak.

This was one of those strange phenomena Little Dark could not comprehend in daily life.

She observed that sometimes Lindong would drag a troubled-looking Ethan into the room, and the next day, Ethan would appear very weak, as if…

He had practiced elemental magic all night, consuming a large amount of magic power.

Considering Ethan always called Lindong "teacher," Little Dark suspected the two were staying up all night researching elemental magic under the guise of sleeping.

Ha, humans are such deceitful and pathetic creatures.

Just like those students in the academy, who claimed near the exams that they were "completely unprepared," "didn't grasp anything," "dead for sure this time," only to have test scores higher than each other.

The late-night visitor was Other Shore.

Little Dark, with her tail up, licked the sweet oatmeal in the milk, observing the suddenly visiting female knight.

A big eater, honest and reliable.

This was her basic impression of the Imperial Knight Commander. In life, Other Shore's personality had a unique charm, perhaps what people always called natural leadership, but Light was naturally incompatible with such righteous people.

If she had to say something, it was her interest in watching this type of person fall to the dark side, uttering classic lines like "Gu, kill me!" Unfortunately, Other Shore was a friend of Ethan, so she had to restrain her interest, just like Ethan, who would always save his genuinely interesting content in "secret" folders.

Little Dark sneaked a peek at Ethan and Other Shore talking, quickly sensing that something seemed off in the living room.

Both of them were frequently casting suspicious glances at her. After about a few minutes, Ethan and Other Shore decided to act on their suspicions. They came to the dining table, staring intently at the black cat enjoying the milk and oatmeal.

"Little Dark."

Ethan took a deep breath. Just a moment ago, Other Shore had mentioned that the Imperial Capital residents sighted a black cat attacking a dark-skinned outsider several times.

"Did you go out earlier and scratch someone?"

This was completely wrong, utterly mistaken.

Even if the Imperial Capital people bullied outsiders, it was usually verbal and mental oppression. Someone like Little Dark blatantly scratching people already fell under the category of causing trouble.

"...What do you mean by that?"

Ethan looked at the black cat on the table, which straightened its body, showing them its soft, pink paw pads, its heterochromatic eyes filled with innocence.

"No claws here."

Little Dark imitated Winter's manner of speaking and tone, raising her voice.

Shameful, but effective.

Moreover, what she said was true because what she attacked was clearly not a "human" but some strange, unseen creature with a human-like silhouette but more like some energy body. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I only went to observe stray cats, I didn't harm any 'person'!"

Little Dark wasn't a scientist; she had no interest in researching what kind of creature that shadow was. Her approach was very straightforward — she didn't care whether it was Imperial Capital people or stinky outsiders; if she felt like clawing, she clawed.

She thought that was in line with cat behaviors.

"It probably wasn't her." Ethan decided to believe, "Little Dark wouldn't go this lightly."

"Knock knock, knock knock—!"

The sudden knocking interrupted the conversation.

This might have been the liveliest night at their house, as Ethan opened the door, and what appeared before his eyes was a worn-out cardboard box with scribbled words on it.

"Please adopt me!"

A shadow was sitting cross-legged inside the box, trying its best to appear cute and harmless, but… it could only be said that this effort was not its strong point.

Ethan and Other Shore were stunned, and the timid Little Dark immediately hid behind the door upon seeing this.

Oh my!

The unlucky one she scratched had found her!

Would it demand they pay compensations?

The standoff continued for nearly a minute before Ethan incredulously revealed the identity of the shadow,

— "Demon King!?"

This was clearly the shadow they had seen in Rowena's magic; it had disappeared after the magical cannon's bombardment. They presumed the Demon King was most likely dead, but the RPG law struck again at this moment.

Characters who exited dramatically by falling off cliffs or vanishing in explosions tended to have a return rate of 80%.

This familiar call even froze the shadow in the box.

It never expected to hear this familiar title in such a situation, and worse still, it had a strong conditioned reflex to it.

"Yes! I am!"

The shadow regretted it the moment it acknowledged its identity.

It raised its head, watching as the stern Empire Female Knight approached it.

— "You are under arrest for anti-human acts, intentional harm, and causing trouble. Please come with me!"