The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　The warm wind tousled her hair, and her two cat ears fluttered in the wind like fallen leaves.

　"You're very tired, Kal'tsit."

　Chen Lingxu half-embraced the catgirl in human form, allowing him to better and more carefully feel the temperature of her body and the texture of her skin with his palms.

　But a slight pinch reveals that her body is very stiff, making one wonder if she had had a proper rest during her long journey.

　"...I'm used to it."

　Kal'tsit's eyes drifted to her belt, which she had taken off and was hanging on the chair, with a pocket on it containing her special food for replenishing her energy and relieving fatigue.

　"If I'm too tired, I'll have a homemade side dish."

　"Oh? I'd like to try some too. Give me one to try, Kal'tsit."

　"...Okay. It's in that pocket over there."

　Following the direction of her finger, Chen Lingxu used his floating divine power to pull the small object inside into his hand.

　"Hmm...this taste..."

　It was a pale green cube, about the size of a sugar cube. Chen Lingxu sniffed it; it had a faint minty scent and a hint of wasabi spiciness. He popped it into his mouth and chewed it, and immediately understood why it had restored Kal'tsit's spirits.

　"You added something to this..."

　"Yes, I added a little catnip."

　Mustard and mint can only refresh you; to relieve fatigue and restore your sanity, you need something stronger.

　But for Kal'tsit, the catnip she added served more as a way to escape the hardships of reality by re-entering a world of fantasy during her brief moments of leisure.

　"Phew...no wonder..."

　The breath exhaled by the Qilin carried only a hint of minty coolness and a touch of catnip in its aftertaste.

　Her body became even softer... Kal'tsit inhaled the minty scent that brushed past her nose and couldn't help but twitch her ears.

　This time, however, she no longer needed to deceive herself with those fantasies.

　“A-Xu…”

　Kal'tsit's fingertips were still slightly cool from the water. When she touched the Kirin's body, it was like water being poured on hot coals, burning her so much that she wanted to pull her hand back, but she resisted her instincts and kept stroking him tightly.

　"Tell me your story, Kal'tsit. Start from the moment we parted."

　Chen Lingxu grasped her hand, which was resting on his chest, and began to peruse the history she had recorded over the past ten thousand years.

　"Well, if you want to hear... Ah Xu, I'll tell you."

　Kal'tsit began to speak.

　After the Originium Storm descended, she dispersed the immortal divine power left to her by the Kirin, leading the beastmen she had gathered to escape the storm's range.

　After the last trace of immortal divine power within her body was separated, her body disintegrated in the fierce Originium storm. Fortunately, her resurrection mechanism remained reliable, allowing her to lead those beastmen to escape to safety through endless cycles of life and death.

　As a price, her appearance changed with each resurrection, becoming more and more like a beastman, until finally, she completely transformed into a catgirl.

　"After returning to the Beast Kingdom, I originally planned to unite with those divine beast kings to continue the unfinished expedition and to avenge you."

　But Kal'tsit was far too naive back then. She simply possessed an abundance of data, like a human library, which allowed her to become a revered 'sage' among the beastmen who valued erudition during the time of the Primordial Celestial. However, she understood nothing of political struggle, nor did she possess the power to suppress dissent. Faced with the rebellion of the Divine Beast King, ultimately powerless to reverse the tide, she chose to die before the throne of the Qilin Overlord.

　"The Beast Kingdom... was destroyed by my hands... I'm sorry... Ah Xu..."

　This is a major worry for Kal'tsit.

　She encouraged her friend to launch an expedition, but ended up plunging him into a life-or-death crisis. She wanted to avenge her friend, but due to her own inadequacy, she squandered his legacy, turned his kingdom into ruins, and shattered his civilization.

　Her repeated daydreams only made her realize her own incompetence time and time again.

　She is not reconciled.

　Thus, each fall allowed her to rise again in anticipation of that fleeting happiness.

　It took ten thousand years of effort to transform that 'sage' who only knew how to recite from the book into the 'learned' Kal'tsit she is today.

　"Hmm...it's alright, Kal'tsit. You did a great job."

　Chen Lingxu hugged her tightly, stroking her hair as if soothing a cat.

　He traveled through time and space to ten thousand years in the future, and time did not affect him, but Kal'tsit truly lived through those ten thousand years.

　"Thank you for your hard work these past years, Kal'tsit."

　Is it hard work...?

　Many people have said similar things over the years, but none of them have made her feel so incredibly wronged as she does now.

　"It's not hard... Ah Xu... It's not hard at all... I'm so happy to see you again..."

　Large tears fell from the lynx's emerald eyes, and her little face became wrinkled. After staring at Chen Lingxu, all that remained was a cat hugging the Qilin and wailing.

　"..."

　After holding the lynx and letting her vent her pent-up emotions for a while, Chen Lingxu was then faced with a question that he had to answer carefully.

　"A-Xu...where have you been for the past ten thousand years?"

　Where did he go?

　Chen Lingxu held his head high, giving Kal'tsit no chance to continue looking at him.

　Is he going to say that in the blink of an eye, I've arrived ten thousand years in the future as if on vacation?

　Imagine the psychological impact that would have on both of them. This lynx has been holding onto him for a million years; even the worst guy shouldn't say something like that.

　"I don't remember either. I only remember that after colliding with the Originium, I drifted around somewhere for a long time."

　Chen Lingxu began to describe how agonizing, empty, and long that process was, as if he were in the deepest hell.

　"I have been thinking about those beastmen, about those Tikkaz, but what I think about most is what my friend said about life after ascending into space."

　Kal'tsit rested her head on his chest, listening quietly to Chen Lingxu's nonsense.

　Every time she reminisces about the past and gets lost in her fantasies, recounting their shared experiences, she understands him a little better.

　For the past ten thousand years, Kal'tsit has not dared to claim that she knows everything about anything else, but when it comes to everything about the Qilin before her, her words can be considered absolute authority.

　But it's okay... We've already seen him again, haven't we? If he's willing to do something this small, let's just go along with it for a while.

　"There is only one thing that allowed me to endure in that hellish abyss."

　Chen Lingxu embraced the lynx's drum and whispered his true feelings in her ear.

　"For ten thousand years, I have loved you, my Kal'tsit."

　Chapter 72 The Gentle Cat Girl is the Best

　"I will love you for ten thousand years."

　Liking something can be time-sensitive; it might be because of a high-quality model or because a certain line of dialogue can touch people's hearts.

　But love is a responsibility.

　The lynx's ears twitched, and she kept her eyes tightly shut, seemingly unwilling to respond to the question.

　But on her face, the expression that had remained unchanged like a rock for millennia now seemed to melt like an iceberg, a smile appearing under the warm sun and in the springtime.

　“A-Xu”.

　She then understood his feelings and knew his true heart.

　"*A shy buzzing sound*"

　The little monster lying not far away covered its 'eyes' with one bladed foot, but then revealed a sliver of something out of curiosity.

　A certain fascinating little piece of knowledge was thus instilled into her understanding.

　A crow flies an airplane, a tiger kills two sheep, an antelope kicks its legs, and a bear eats honey.

　The words are divided into two parts.

　Theresa sat on the edge of the bed, one of her shoes on the floor, her fair and tender foot slightly red and swollen.

　Ramalyn cast a recovery spell on her, but judging from her stubbornness, she would need to rest for another day to recover to the same extent as before.

　"Ramallen, have...have you seen him?"

　Theresa, clutching her pillow, moved further into the bed to make room for Lamarle.

　"No. I know what he's doing even without looking."

　Lamarle thought about that film killer.

　"That Feilin is quite attractive, and she's his old flame. They couldn't wait to stick together after they reunited, and they've probably already started a game."

　Lamaren knows that guy so well. When she said she was going to get rid of them, she didn't refuse his advances at all.

　If Theresa hadn't used her persuasive skills to change his mood and interest, turning his small head into a big head to think, the two sisters would have gotten a good beating.

　Now that he has a gentle catgirl by his side, how could that guy possibly act like a gentleman?

　"Well……"

　Theresa hugged the pillow in her arms tightly, a few wisps of mist fluttering across her peach-like face.

　"What's wrong, Theresa?"

　Lamaren knew her personality was a bit awkward, but she couldn't read minds, so she could only pray that her best friend's thoughts weren't too twisted and uncorrectable.

　"It's alright, it's alright... Lamaren."

　Theresa stared at her ankle, which, now tinged with the red of a sprain, made her look even more like a peach just picked from a tree.

　She still remembers one of the comments.

　"You little slave, why are you so sweet and juicy, like a peach? Aren't you just trying to tempt me?"

　No matter how she refuted him, he would always shut her up with the phrase "How does it taste? I've tasted it and I'll judge for myself," and then he would devour the part he had his eye on without restraint.

　Perhaps afterwards they'll leave behind a lie about "eating too fast and not tasting anything," and then, without any further reason, do it again...

　"hey-hey……"

　Lamarle was startled by the strange laugh.

　The banshee glanced at Theresa, who was grinning to herself, lost in thought. Then she rubbed her arms, moved the drum to a sunny spot to bask in the sun and dispel the gloom.

　"Hoo... Ah Xu..."

　"

　The lynx lay lazily on the Qilin's chest; she was too weak to even move a finger.

　"Am I amazing?"

　"...I don't know how to compare them."

　Chen Lingxu had hoped to get some encouraging feedback from her, but a single sentence from the lynx brought him to a complete halt.

　"For example, Kal'tsit."

　"Hmm...you damaged the cultural relic. And the method was particularly rough. Even if the relic is repaired, it will never be the same as before; it will be completely shaped like you."

　The cultural relic, which would have remained intact for ten thousand years, has now fallen into his hands.

　"Then it seems that I will have no choice but to secretly take the broken artifacts home and admire them alone."

　Chen Lingxu gripped the lynx's paw pads, his reason returning, and he remembered something that had troubled him for a long time.

　"Kal'tsit, do you know the situation regarding the survival of civilizations?"

　Looking at the fragment floating in the Qilin's palm, the lynx blinked and tilted its head in confusion.

　"Ugh?"

　Kal'tsit was stunned.

　Although she knew that the continuation of civilization had been destroyed, in her mind, that thing might just have had its appearance modified due to some programming issues. After all, the original crown image was set up this way because of the engineers' perverse tastes, so if they wanted to, the user could turn the black crown from a crown into a strawberry cake.

　She thought it was some demon king lamenting that the Sarkaz had lost their homeland in Ticaz and scattered to all sides, their hopes shattered. That's why he pretended to be sentimental and turned the complete black crown into a broken crown to symbolize the broken Ticaz Empire.

　Now she's being told that because a part of the system was taken away by the Qilin Overlord, the civilization has existed in a fragmented state for the past ten thousand years... This is beyond her comprehension; anyone would be baffled in her presence.

　"I don't know the reason either. But the function of civilization's survival should be normal. It's currently hanging on the head of the Demon King Elesh. Maybe collecting all the fragments will allow it to use all its functions."

　Kal'tsit thought for a moment and then explained her plan.

　"I originally intended to take advantage of this momentous change to use the last bit of strength I could muster to salvage the survival of civilization in order to prepare for any future crises."