The Strange Cat from Fuuto

"OK!"

Chapter 58: When Iggy Begins to Think

"OK!"

Seeing the proud look in Serena's eyes, Miku felt a surge of unease.

"You're a billionaire woman with a net worth of billions, and you actually have this kind of hobby?" Miku exclaimed in surprise. "Salina, you don't have a collecting obsession, do you?"

Collecting addiction is a psychological and mental disorder characterized by the patient collecting all sorts of waste items to fill their "collection".

In a sense, the scraps of magic gems also fall into the category of waste.

Serena, who was holding the deep blue magic gem and pondering how to polish and cut it, suddenly froze. With her hands on her hips and her neck tilted back, she said, "I call this a little whim in life, you know what I mean!"

"Every time, I would use the scraps from the magic gemstones I used to make rings to create all sorts of jewelry. They were my personal testament to this!"

"No doubt about it, his collecting obsession is confirmed!"

Miku turned his head away with a look of disgust, and the disdainful smile on his lips made Serena puff out her cheeks.

"Hey, hey, don't make that face. You should know you're over forty."

"Get the hell out of here!"

Serena slammed the door shut after kicking Miku out of the door. "Find your dog! That guy's been out all day!"

The force of the slamming door made Miku's neck fur sway. After glancing at the tightly closed door, Miku spat and limped towards the elevator: "That old woman really went all out. I miss the days when we first met!"

Torii-zaka, in an old residential building.

The dimly lit room was illuminated only by a single light bulb casting a yellowish glow. The curtains were tightly drawn, and the windows were covered with newspapers.

In the dark corner, there was a pile of all sorts of strange tools. They were of different kinds, but their purpose could be vaguely discerned as some kind of torture device.

The walls are covered with dog head ornaments whose eyeballs are filled with emptiness, despair, and death, as well as various dog "parts" that have been specially treated and hung on the walls.

In one corner of the room, a large iron cage covered with a black cloth was swaying slightly. If you lifted the iron cage, you would find it filled with pet dogs whose eyes revealed panic.

Inside the cage, a husky lying horizontally was particularly eye-catching. The husky, with a saddle tied to its back, had its eyes closed, its mouth half-open, its tongue hanging limply out, and even drooling a lot.

He also had a small dog tag hanging around his neck.

"Snoring..."

A rhythmic snoring sound came from the husky's mouth, and the husky, with a snot bubble hanging from its nose, was clearly unaware of its predicament.

"Bang!"

The dull thud of the door closing echoed in the hallway, and crisp footsteps passed through the entryway and went straight into the living room.

"Hey hey hey..."

A chilling chuckle suddenly rang out, followed by a soft "snap" as the lights came on.

******, a young man wearing a butcher's leather apron walked straight toward the cage placed in the corner with a cruel and excited smile on his lips.

"Shh!"

The man who ripped off the black cloth looked at the dog in the cage with a fanatical gleam in his eyes. "Hehehe, we're going to have a wonderful night!"

The young man, who was slowly scanning the cages, saw the fear in the dogs' eyes, and his smile deepened.

"Yes, that's the look in my eyes. That's the kind of look that's most irresistible, and only with that look can I experience that extraordinary pleasure!"

"Cats are too delicate, energetic dogs are much more fun!"

"Hehehe..."

But then, the young man noticed the husky lying soundly asleep in the cage. "This one..."

He lunged at the cage, gripping the thin bars with both hands, a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Why are you sleeping!?"

"You should be feeling fear!"

The young man, who was inexplicably roaring, shook the cage violently, causing all the pet dogs inside to whimper in unease.

The young man's face stiffened when he realized he couldn't wake the husky no matter how hard he shook it, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Then let's start with you!"

The young man got up, pulled a lasso from the wall, opened the dog cage, and yanked the husky out of it.

"Huh?"

The husky opened its eyes in confusion, its neck tightly strangled, cruelly hanging it alive. But its eyes held no other emotion besides confusion.

"Awooo..."

The husky, barking loudly, seemed very angry that its sleep had been disturbed. The young man reached out and gently stroked the husky's fur: "This feels so good. It seems your owner really loves you!"

Having handled so many pet dogs, this young man knew exactly how to assess their condition. The husky in front of him had glossy, smooth fur, bright, piercing eyes, and white, sharp teeth. You could feel the incredible explosive power hidden within its bones just by gently pinching them.

"However, you're now in my hands!"

The young man who had suddenly grabbed the husky by the neck glared at it, trying to find a trace of fear or anger on the husky's face.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else; aside from doubt, there was no other emotional reaction.

"Awoooooo... Awoooooo..."

The husky barked and glared, but the young man didn't pay it any mind. However, when he grabbed the husky by the neck, he noticed the dog tag on its neck.

“Iggy?”

"Your name is Iggy, right?" The young man holding the dog tag grinned. "Then let's play a game, Iggy!"

The young man dragging Iggy shoved him into a cage with an iron plate. Just as he was about to close the cage door, he looked at the saddle on Iggy's back and found it extremely offensive.

"Sizzle..."

The young man who ripped the saddle off Iggy's back closed the cage door and then picked up the remote control next to him with a smile.

"Let's start with fifty degrees!" The young man's eyes gleamed with cruelty as he turned the knob on the remote control. His teeth, gleaming under the light, revealed a peculiar cruelty as he grinned silently.

"Let's warm you up first!"

As the young man turned the knob, wisps of heat quickly rose from the iron plate inside the cage, and the surface rapidly turned slightly red.

"This is my most prized work; you can't escape it."

The young man, talking to himself, desperately wanted to see the pain contorted on Iggy's face, but Iggy in the cage shifted uncomfortably, as if the saddle had been pulled off and he was uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, instead of showing any signs of discomfort, Iggy lay comfortably on the iron plate, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"How could this be?" The young man, looking puzzled, thought for a moment and turned the knob again: "Then give me a little more!"

From the fifty mark, the young man went straight to one hundred.

The iron plate inside the cage resembles a teppanyaki grill plate; it can be heated electrically, and the temperature can be freely adjusted. An electric current is connected to the cage.

The young man's favorite thing to do was to put his pet dog in a cage, slowly heat up the iron plate, and watch the dog keep hitting the cage because of the high temperature under its feet, howling in pain from being electrocuted.

Whenever he sees such a scene, he feels like he is truly alive.

The dog head ornaments that filled his walls were all specimens made from the dog heads he had cruelly killed, sawed off while still alive.

But this husky was beyond his expectations.

The iron plate, heated to 100 degrees Celsius, had been running for over three minutes, but Iggy showed no reaction whatsoever, as if he couldn't feel the heat at all.

It's just like lying on your own floor.

"how so!"

The young man, who didn't believe in such superstitions, turned the knob up to the maximum of 300 degrees Celsius, saying that even if someone put their hand on it, it would be cooked in less than ten seconds.

Even at this temperature, Ichi still paints a picture of natural beauty.

He showed no pain whatsoever, and his face was completely expressionless.

"damn it!"

The young man turned off the remote control and, disregarding the temperature inside the cage, dragged Iggy out with a lasso.

"I refuse to believe you don't feel pain!"

The young man's face was contorted as he clenched his teeth together, but he never dreamed that he had brought back such a thing.

Iggy, who was resurrected by Miku, is now a complete monster in disguise.

The young man, whose gaze was fixed on a freezer with a transparent glass panel, was about to stuff Iggy inside when his eyes fell on the dog tag around Iggy's neck.

"It's such an eyesore!"

The young man ripped off the dog tag and threw it into the trash can. Iggy's eyes followed the dog tag, and even when he was stuffed into the freezer, he kept looking at the trash can.

"What was that... again?!"

With a vague idea popping into his mind, Iggy stared blankly at the dog tag peeking out from the trash can.

"I'll set it to the absolute lowest temperature, and I'll freeze you to death!"

"Then I'll smash you to pieces!"

The young man, who had opened the freezer to its limit, glared at Iggy inside. The freezer made a rumbling sound as it cooled down, and the temperature inside suddenly began to drop.

As the temperature dropped, Iggy's thoughts became clearer and clearer: "Which one is the dog tag Miku gave me!"

"Dog tag?"

"Dog tag?"

"Dog tag!"

A fragment of memory flashed through Iggy's mind as his eyes suddenly widened:

"From today onwards, you're my dog. No one but me can bully you. I'll beat them all up!"

The cold, mechanical tone was filled with care and affection for him, and as the memories deepened, a glimmer of light inexplicably appeared in Iggy's eyes.

The only thing that can limit a husky's intelligence is temperature. Only in extremely cold environments will a husky activate its wild mode, start thinking, and rediscover its intelligence!