The Strange Cat from Fuuto

The dog let out a nonchalant whimper, showing no interest whatsoever.

..........

late at night.

Under the dim streetlights, stood a woman with a voluptuous figure. Her shoulders were narrower than her hips, and below her shoulders were huge, suffocating breasts. Below that was a perfect waistline that made one's heart itch, and below that was a round, peach-shaped bottom.

Her hourglass-shaped figure is so captivating that it's impossible for any man to look away.

The woman was rather odd; she was dressed in a dark red coat, wrapped up tightly in a white scarf around her neck, and wearing a face mask.

The woman standing motionless under the streetlight seemed to be waiting for someone.

At this moment, a middle-aged office worker with a flushed face was staggering down the street carrying his briefcase. In front of him was a woman who was completely covered up.

As the middle-aged office worker and the woman walked along the road, they got closer and closer. When he reached the streetlight, the woman suddenly stepped forward and blocked his way.

"Ok?"

The drunken office worker let out a soft, puzzled "hmm," but his eyes suddenly lit up when he noticed the woman's graceful figure in front of him.

"Miss... hiccup... is there... hiccup... anything I can help you with?"

"gentlemen!"

"Ok?"

Do you think I'm beautiful?

When the woman asked this question, the middle-aged office worker's face showed a lecherous expression. He looked her up and down and said in a strange tone, "Of course you're beautiful!"

"Oh!" The woman slowly took off her scarf, threw it on the ground, and then reached into her pocket with one hand.

With her free hand, she removed her mask again, revealing a face that could stop a child from crying at night.

"So... what about now!"

The woman's voice suddenly turned somber and terrifying, her eyes gleaming with a cruel light under the dim streetlights.

The face hidden by the mask had a hideous and terrifying mouth, with the corner of the mouth splitting all the way to the ear. Through the wound, one could see the blood-red gums, and there were still blood vessels that looked like they were about to break and were pulling between the skin and flesh.

This face made her look like a monster.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

The middle-aged office worker, who was speechless while pointing at the slit-mouthed woman, instantly lost his drunkenness, and not only that, his pants also got wet.

"Am I beautiful?" The slit-mouthed woman, who had taken out a sharp half-scissors from her pocket, approached the pitiful middle-aged man.

"Beautiful...beautiful...beautiful!" The middle-aged office worker, stammering, was suddenly grabbed by the chin by the slit-mouthed woman: "Since I'm so beautiful, then I'll make you as beautiful as me!"

The slit-mouthed woman, her smile gradually turning ferocious, suddenly thrust out one half of the scissors.

"what!!!"

A piercing scream echoed in the silent night sky.

A moment later, a cat riding a husky arrived at the scene of the crime and saw the poor thing lying on the ground, convulsing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's really fierce!"

The middle-aged office worker on the ground had his mouth ripped open, with the corner of his mouth connecting to his temple, making him look like a circus clown.

"Awooo..."

Iggy howled twice, and Miku nodded: "You're right, this is a bit too fierce. It's only been a few hours since it was born, yet it's already so... interesting!"

"I'm starting to look forward to the next urban legend!"

"And you!?"

"Humph!"

Iggy gave a disdainful snort.

Miku slowly began to speak: "Since it's the world of Ghosts, there has to be something supernatural!"

"Otherwise, the little devil would be all alone, how pitiful!"

Chapter 3: The Darkened Ghost Child, Strange Hand-Made Creatures, and the Collection of Relics.

Holy area.

Clouds drift across the vast, azure sky, and the clear, transparent water reflects everything in the sky, making the boundary between water and sky indistinguishable.

Between heaven and earth, a pitch-black cocoon floated in mid-air, its dense black aura polluting the surroundings, as if it were nurturing a bizarre demonic embryo capable of unleashing calamities upon humanity.

"Shh!"

Miku, whose figure suddenly appeared in his divine realm, looked at the cocoon in front of him with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, and his gaze went straight through the thick cocoon to see the scene inside.

The young man, dressed in colorful clothes, had skin covered with chilling black lines that were not concealed by his clothes.

The black veins seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting to absorb the black energy within the cocoon.

"Wow, wow, I never imagined that little Miko's 'Evil of This World' would have such a powerful corrupting effect! It's amazing!"

As Miku muttered to himself, the cocoon began to move rhythmically, the rhythm becoming faster and faster, like the heart of someone on stimulants, quick and powerful.

This is a sign that the little devil is about to emerge from its cocoon.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sound of the drumsticks growing louder and louder caused faint ripples to appear on the water below.

As the ripples spread, a large section of the cocoon suddenly bulged out, as if someone was struggling inside, and the protruding part became increasingly taut.

Finally, with a "whoosh" sound, an arm covered in magic runes stretched out, and soon another arm stretched out as well. The two arms grabbed the two sides of the tear and tore it apart with force.

"laugh...."

The cocoon was completely torn apart by the ghost child, revealing his new form, corrupted by the "evil of this world" derived from Miku's use of his son's abilities.

His entire body was covered in chilling demonic runes, his originally red hair had turned even blacker than ink, and his clear, distinct eyes had black pupils that resembled a deep pool, profound and unfathomable.

"My God!"

The corrupted Ghost Boy, kneeling on one knee, bowed his head to Miku. Upon seeing the Ghost Boy, whose mind had undergone a drastic change, Miku's eyes revealed a hint of joy.

Back when he was a college student, he was disgusted by the cowardly words and actions of the character Ghost Boy when he rewatched Ghost Boy's novels. Now that he can personally reform him, he naturally feels very comfortable.

As the demonic markings on the surface of the blackened ghost child's skin gradually dissipated and disappeared beneath the skin. If you were to strip him naked, you would find that the patterns of these demonic markings were exactly the same as the markings on the ghost child's body after his transformation.

"Hmm, it looks really good!"

With a satisfied nod, Miku left the divine realm with the corrupted ghost child. Although this was his divine realm, it was actually just a small alternate dimension. He could create many more if he wanted. He brought the ghost child here to show off his status.

It's convenient for deceiving people.

After the two disappeared into the otherworldly space where the water and sky merged, Miku casually tossed the corrupted ghost child into an alley.

"Alright, you're free to do as you please, but don't reveal your identity easily. We'll need you to do some things later!"

"Yes!"

After bowing respectfully, the blackened ghost boy turned and left the alley.

Miku shook his head and grinned: "Now that this move has been successful, it's time to move on to the next one!"

After saying that, Miku disappeared into thin air.

When they reappeared, they arrived at a residential house in the city. The room was small, at most a one-bedroom space. To the left of the entrance was the toilet, and further in was a single bed facing the window. The walls were bare.

But after Miku settled here, she moved the single bed away. After a thorough cleaning and removing the mold, she laid a soft wool rug on the floor, placed a large kotatsu in the middle, put fruit and a remote control on the table, and hung a television on one of the walls.

"Huh?"

"Yes, I'm back!"

Miku, who had snuggled into the kotatsu, stretched comfortably and asked with half-closed eyes, "Speaking of which, what about the things I asked you to collect?"

"Wang!"

The dog slammed its hand on the table with a serious expression, indicating that everything was ready.

"That's fine, take a portion first, and then we'll gradually filter them!"

"Oh!"

Iggy placed a stack of books on the table, and Miku, with his tail outstretched, picked up one and slowly opened it.

But Miku's expression changed after just one glance.

The next second, a roar echoed through the room.

"Damn it, I asked you to collect urban legends and bizarre events, where did you get this complete collection of dog food?!"

"There are also pet massage spas, paw care for large dogs, and dental cleaning for large dogs..."

"You damn bastard!"

Miku, having dropped all the magazines in her hand, lunged at Iqi.

Immediately afterwards, muffled thuds of fists landing echoed in the room.

Five minutes later, Iggy, covered in bumps, squinted his eyes, his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

Miku, panting heavily, lay sprawled on the carpet. "You bastard, how come you're so hard now? I can't even hit you without using force!"

"Hey!"

Iggy chuckled and nonchalantly crawled into the kotatsu. The large bump on his head was visibly receding rapidly. His body was becoming increasingly rigid, and his regenerative abilities were terrifyingly astonishing.

"As expected, I was too naive!" Miku sighed. "I can't teach you to do things that require thinking!"

"I'll do it myself!"

As the thought crossed Miku's mind, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his voice rang in the ears of the corrupted ghost boy somewhere in the city.

"Go and collect some urban legends, I want them no matter where they are from, even different countries."

"Yes!"

After receiving the reply, Miku lay down again, satisfied.