The Strange Cat from Fuuto

"How dare you denigrate my masterpiece like this, and even dare to develop a vaccine against the game virus!"

"Unforgivable!"

"If they actually succeed, then my ultimate game will have become nothing but a bubble!"

With a flash, Palad appeared in front of Shrimp Dumpling and grabbed his collar, his eyes filled with malice: "What did you just say?"

What vaccine?

Explain yourself!

With a twisted smile on his face, Xiajiao slapped Palad's hand away. As he slowly straightened his collar, the ferocity in his eyes quickly dissipated.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had previously erupted in rage.

"It means exactly what it says!"

Sitting in his boss's chair, Xiajiao recalled a scene he would never forget in his life.

"CatsDog has not only developed its own Knight system, but has also developed a vaccine to eradicate the game virus."

"AV vaccine!"

"To you Bugsters, this thing is practically a genocide virus!"

With a playful expression, Xiajiao's words were highly provocative: "This is really bad!"

"Once this vaccine is widely distributed, gaming disease will become a thing of the past, and you Bugsters will also be wiped out!"

"This is incredible!"

"Oh!"

He slammed his hand on the desk next to him, his expression so gloomy it looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Tell me everything you know!"

"Good good!"

The shrimp dumpling, with a slight smile on its lips, turned its eyes slightly and looked at the wall behind the ping-pong table, where there was another listener.

"The boss behind CatsDog wants to play a game with us, and the rules of the game are..."

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

"Dad, are you really going to play games with those doctors?"

Miko moved closer to Miku, her eyes frequently glancing at the cigar box next to Miku. These cigars were made with catnip by top-notch cigar artisans that Miku had specially asked Serina to find.

With a flick of its tail, it swept the cigar box behind Miku and glared sternly at its son, who was eyeing its cigars.

"if not?"

"Since we've come into this world, wouldn't it be a waste not to do something?"

"So, do I still have to work for you?" Miko lay down, her expression somewhat helpless. "I've been through too many battles already, I don't want to fight anyone else!"

"Don't be so lazy!"

Miku slapped Miko across the face and scolded, "You're supposed to be the next generation of pioneers, how can you be so dejected?"

"This is outrageous! I'm starting to wonder if I and that bastard switched babies back then!"

"Switched babies?"

Miko noticed the sensitive point in Miku's words and her ears perked up immediately: "Could it be that there are other children?"

"if not?"

"I searched for that child for a while in the last world, and compared to him, your fighting spirit is far too weak!"

Is he really that outstanding?

Miko propped herself up on her two front legs and stared intently at Miku. Even the four little darlings who were teasing her cousins ​​nearby perked up their ears and paid attention to the commotion.

"Compared to him, you're each got your own strengths and weaknesses!" Miku rolled a cigar, cut off one end with his paw, and put it in his mouth. With a thought, the other end of the cigar suddenly lit.

"Clatter, clatter..."

Miku took two puffs, then curled the cigar with the tail of his cigarette and exhaled pale blue smoke.

"Compared to Mino, you're much more well-behaved!"

Upon hearing this, Miko's tail suddenly started wagging.

"Do you think this is something to be proud of?"

Miku, pointing his claws forcefully at Miko's head, said with exasperation, "I do wish you were a little more rebellious. As my son, you should have your own pride. Even if you're unruly, I can tolerate it!"

"But look at you, you're just too gentle!"

Miko smacked her lips, thinking to herself that it wasn't that she wasn't rebellious, but that when she rebelled, she could even kill her own father.

Can that kid named Mino compare to me?

Filled with resentment, Miko memorized the name Mino and secretly vowed to challenge him in the future.

.......

A certain world.

The white-gold masked monster wielding a cane-sword suddenly sneezed. Mino, rubbing his nose, said irritably, "Who the hell is nagging me?"

"If I find out, I'll skin him alive!"

.........

"Ah!"

Miko, in his top-floor office, also sneezed. He rubbed his nose and pouted, "Who's talking about me?"

"If I find out, I'll make sure he's buried in the mud!"

Looking at his son rubbing his nose, Miku's three-lobed mouth, which was holding a cigar, cracked open, but a hint of amusement quickly appeared in his eyes.

"It's really interesting to find someone this stubborn!"

"I'm just worried about not having enough manpower!"

Meanwhile, downstairs.

A disheveled young man in a black leather jacket arrived at the entrance of CatsDog. With his arms crossed, he stared at the huge CatsDog logo, a cold, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Is this the place Dan Kuroto was talking about?"

Graphite, his arm down, clenched his fist. "Let me utterly destroy you!"

"Eliminating the game virus and eradicating the Bugsters is absolutely impossible!"

Meanwhile, in the president's office of Genm Games.

"Looks like Graphite, that impatient guy, really did go!"

Shrimp Dumpling crossed his legs and looked smugly at the computer screen in front of him, where countless streams of data flowed like water.

At the very center is a battle scene between the little angel, Hana Taiga, and the Miko siblings.

"No one in the world can surpass my talent; my talent is the greatest in history!"

"No one can compare to him, not even a god!"

"No....."

The shrimp dumpling, its eyes closing and then reopening, gradually contorted its expression: "I am the god!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha...."

The room echoed with broken laughter as Palad lay on the sofa, holding up his handheld game console with both hands.

Hearing Xiajiao's maniacal laughter, he gave a disdainful smile.

.......

CatsDog Company Lobby.

Graphite's bizarre attire made him stand out in the crowd. He took out the Gashacon Defect Shield and pressed the blood-red A key on it.

"Knock knock knock knock..."

The annoying music started playing, and Graphite reversed the Gashacon defect shield and inserted it into the knuckles of his right-hand EXP grip.

"nourish!"

Like a proliferating tumor, dark yellow viral lumps rapidly multiplied on Graphite's body, quickly covering his entire body.

Infection!

Let's play!

Bad Game!

Dead Game!

What's your name?!

The Bugster!

As the sinister chanting began, Graphite, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light, waved his right hand, and the muzzle of the Gashacon's flawed shield spewed out a chilling gunfire.

The energy blasts instantly engulfed the entire hall, and for a moment, gunshots, the sound of objects breaking, and various screams filled the air.

As Graphite strolls forward, it also unleashes a storm of bullets around it.

The storm swept everything away.

Top floor, office.

Miku's expression changed instantly as he bit off the cigar in his mouth. His eyes turned terrifying and sinister as he wiped the cigar from his mouth.

"Iggy!"

"Wang!"

Iggy, who had emerged from the cat castle, looked up. Miku coldly said, "Someone's causing trouble down there. Go and give him a good talking to!"

"Wang!"

Iggy strode out of the office, leaving Miko looking regretfully at the cigar that Miku had bitten off.