I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

"Ouch! Ouch!" The little wolf ran over and tried to continue pulling it, but was slapped away by the ruthless cat.

It wagged its tail, looking at the fur ball with a look of grievance and confusion as it sped away into the distance.

It could only stand there and watch until the wolves heard the news and came to take it home.

Yimi also has her own home to return to, she is just a little bit away.

……

……

The time was 5:13. Yimi, who didn't have a watch and didn't know how to read it, of course didn't know the exact time.

"What a cute little kitty! Can I touch you?" A little girl on the roadside came over with candy and asked for a head pat.

Yimi stared at the sugar cube in her hand for a while, and after feeling that it didn't taste good, he slipped under her crotch and refused her request to pat her head.

It took the whole afternoon to run to this town, and the next body was nearby.

Perhaps because the town's population is almost as sparse as that of a village, the location felt this time was particularly clear.

The fatigue from running in the snow for half a day seemed to disappear completely, and Yimi began to run in that direction.

The next second it stopped again.

"Meow!"

Roots grew out of its claws unnoticeably because the sun was about to set!

Why? It ate it all, so the fused remains don't count as used?

Chapter 18: The Civil War

The remains can bring "miracles", such as when Yimi was thrown out of the disoriented demon's palm when he obtained the spine, and the spring water that sublimates objects.

The remains bring "trials". Although seven remains have been collected, the only things Maomao has truly gained on his own are his ears and right arm today.

Yimi finally understood why the spring water could not be digested, because the "test" was not over yet.

The newly acquired body must be given away before it is completely dark, and it cannot be given as a gift or in a completely unfair transaction.

"Meow!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the cat did not hesitate, dragging its body, which was beginning to be in danger, and immediately ran towards a house.

It only knows how to eat and doesn’t know what is the most precious to humans. But in the simple thinking of cats, the bigger the thing, the more valuable it is.

At the end of the 19th century, there was only a prototype of the car. Due to its poor functionality, it was not popular and only some craftsmen or wealthy people who collected it owned it.

Perhaps some rich people like to buy houses in quiet areas. In this place where you may not hear human voices even if you run ten meters, you can actually see a car that is quite different from the cars of later generations in the yard of a big house.

Yimi raised her paw, flipped it over without saying a word, and embedded it into the wall.

"What? What happened?" The owner of the house went out to check with a hunting rifle.

Maomao quickly controlled the corpse's ears and right arm to separate from its body: "This, I'll give it to you as compensation."

In some countries, the word "compensation" is already known in the language knowledge of children under the age of seven, and there was a previous case of someone breaking someone's glass bottle and causing his grandmother to pay thirty yuan in compensation.

"The cat is talking? Why is my car on the wall?"

While the owner of the house was confused, the roots on the kitten's limbs spread rapidly.

It is not a question of value. Early cars can be regarded as treasures that have decisive significance for future development, but forced buying and selling is not allowed!

"Meow!"

Yimi reintegrated the saint's remains, and without paying any attention to the still messy homeowner, he immediately ran towards the location of the next body he sensed.

The cat didn't fully understand the human trading culture of the Remains Bishop, but it knew that the only remains that could be equivalent to the remains must be other remains, and as long as these remains were exchanged for other remains, it would be "fair."

It could sense two bodies in the town, not together but very close together. They had just made subtle movements, suggesting someone was holding them. The newly acquired parts, the ears and right hand, also counted as two. As long as it could find them before sunset...

The destination was a house, the kind of bungalow you'd find in the US. There were no lights on inside, and the thick, untouched snow outside wasn't even a trace of human or other footprints.

"Meow!"

Yimi took off and, with his weight, broke through the glass and fell in.

Although its body was strong enough to kick a Siberian tiger away, it still nearly crashed into the wall. On the one hand, it couldn't get used to the increased jumping ability, and on the other hand, the roots on its limbs had begun to affect its movements.

Without observing the specific layout of the house, Yimi rushed straight towards the house where the body was.

"Woooooooo..."

But I heard a voice that seemed to have been separated for several hours.

Even at such a tense moment, the cat still couldn't help but look over there. With its excellent night vision, Yimi could clearly see the somewhat timid wolf cub poking out from the corner, and slowly walking towards it with a flattering and expectant look on its face.

"!"

Yimi didn't understand how it kept up, but Yimi, who was in a hurry, ignored its idle time.

Faced with the wooden door blocking the way, it jumped up and kicked it into two pieces. This was probably because the wooden door had become brittle as it had not been taken care of for a long time.

But before it completely landed on the ground, countless fine fragments in the air fell directly onto its fur.

"Meow?"

The fragments were so light and small that it was impossible for them to cause any harm to the cat by just throwing them, but they were drilling up through Yimi's skin!

It's not painful, but the experience of a foreign object moving under the skin is enough to strike fear into any mammal.

Yimi saw clearly that they were nails, many, hundreds of them belonging to the cat!

After they truly merged with Yimi, a layer of transparent film began to vaguely try to bind Yimi's entire body.

"Will humans abandon certain things and continue to move forward slowly, or..."

"Should we pick up the past and go back?"

What came into view was a strange-looking humanoid object. Its head looked like a piece of radiator, and the lower part was simply a metal spine. The flaws were covered by an object similar to a red turtle shell, and it was connected to a huge boot that was like a tree root.

"Meow!"

Yimi raised his claws and slapped the work of art that looked like it was stitched together from garbage, tearing it into pieces. It was more fragile than he had imagined.

"Even though I've heard about it from that person before, I'm still surprised to see it for myself. The enemy is a cat..."

Another unfamiliar voice came from the corner of the room. A man wearing a helmet and military uniform was sitting on the ground and slowly raised his head.

One of the remains was right next to this man, it was the torso.

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying, but I'll kindly remind you that using 'clean water' can suppress them. There's a well in the yard that's still wet. If you understand, go there quickly."

The man who controlled the stand to launch the attack sincerely told Yimi his weakness directly.

Yimi understood, but she didn't believe it, and she hated water.

"Woo woo woo..." The little wolf began to walk towards Yimi.

At the same time, Yimi noticed from the corner of his eye that many familiar things had appeared in this small room. These were not the things he had seen during his search for the remains...

There are cat beds, cat litter, pet weight loss treadmills, cat grass balls, and even an elderly golden retriever in the corner watching over it like a child.

"Wang Wang."

"Nuomi, uncle?"

The cat was a little confused. It had been away from home for too long, so did grandma come to find it as usual?

Yimi doesn't understand the concept of the world and the world. It only knows that every time it runs around and can't find its way back, its grandmother or mother will always appear before dark and take it home. This time is no exception.

The cat struggled to move its almost immobile feet, and couldn't help but take a step towards the elder who had been playing with it. At this time, the little wolf in the hall successfully ran to its side and turned into a thin film to further expand the restraint.

Fake, all fake!

Even without counting the thin membrane that wrapped around Yimi, its right front leg had completely lost the ability to move because the growing tree roots had reached its second joint!

Chapter 19: Throw It Away

"Is the situation not obvious enough, or is that just your limited intelligence..." The man in military uniform smacked his lips and explained, "It's clear that these are all objects you've 'abandoned' before."

"I thought a cat wouldn't care about much besides food and a ball of yarn. I underestimated the emotions of animals. But it seems like things have come to an end. You can't even 'kill' me if you can't even move."

"Forget it, the body is already in our hands."

He stood up and looked down at Yimi, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Compared to the man's stand attack, it was the spring's curse that truly paralyzed Yimi. The shift in time was gradual, but the sunset was fleeting.

The tree roots gradually replaced the cat's entire body. Not only was it difficult to breathe, but the only part of the cat that could move was its eyeballs.

In a hurry, Yimi finally remembered what he still had and quickly shouted in his heart: "Inject energy, inject all!"

It means that the system absorbs all the spring water and the membrane around it.

"Reminder to the host: Energy that does not belong to the host cannot be injected."

"Old Wu!"

It doesn’t matter, there are still frogs and demons to help it.

“Humans always give up something and move forward slowly.”

The familiar words rang out again, but this time it wasn't the disembodied voice of the enemy's stand that spoke.

The phantom of the Lord of the Remains, wearing a crown of thorns, reappeared, leaning over and whispering softly in the cat's ear: "Give it away..."

"Meow?"

"Let's throw it away..."

"What?"

The kitten began to feel a little annoyed with the owner of the remains. It finally understood that this saint who seemed to be preaching to it all the time could not give it any real help when it really needed it. At this time, the only one who could help it was the devil.

"Let's throw it away..."

Yimi no longer paid attention to his incomprehensible nonsense and followed her feelings to pull the contract with the devil.

It was at this moment that its eyes were filled with darkness.

Mixed in among the various objects summoned by the enemy's stand was human hair, or to be more precise, a woman's long hair.

She wore glasses and looked no more than twelve years old, with a rather petite figure. She was wearing a long-sleeved coat, a style quite fashionable for women in the 22nd century.

She lay among the sundries, staring blankly at the cat with her back facing upwards, and called out its real name: "Circle..."

This is Yimi's mother.

A counterfeit created by the stand named "Civil War" using its memories.

The cat's heart, which was about to be infected by the tree roots, trembled. In addition to the physical trauma, something else was touched.

Self-esteem is like human self-esteem.

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Aesar RO, whose stand name is "Civil War", has the effect of materializing the enemy's sins and abandoned things with their memories in a limited area. Once the enemy comes into contact with it, they will merge into one and be locked in motion by a layer of isolation.

But in fact, without his stand attack, the cat who was suffering from the fountain punishment was almost unable to move.

As his attire suggests, Aysar was once a soldier in this country.

In 1863, when he was still young, he had dreams of becoming a musician, but he was drafted into the most remote part of the battlefield to serve as a sentry.

Staring at the horrific scenes on the battlefield day after day, he, who had no awareness of fighting, began to develop a habit of drinking. This led to him oversleeping on the most crucial day, just when the enemy quietly approached the treetop where he was standing guard.

According to his mission, he should have lit a lamp as a signal to inform his soldiers several kilometers away that the enemy was approaching, but he did not do so. Instead, he covered his face with a hat and pretended not to see it.

Because according to the distance at that time, if he dared to light the lamp, the enemy would immediately find him and shoot him...

He escaped in the dark, but one can imagine what happened to his comrades and townspeople who were attacked.

These people were all the sins and guilt he carried, and it was also one of the main reasons why he helped the President collect the remains.

Have someone kill him.

It is impossible for a person to take another person's life without any guilt or remorse. As long as someone else kills him within the range of his substitute, all the sins of his body, which has already died once, will be cleansed and transferred to this person.

Furthermore, due to the nature of his Stand, he will be resurrected as a person "bearing sin." This is the second ability of "Civil War"! It is also the main reason why he will even actively remind his opponents of his weaknesses, showing weakness and showing "fairness," thus causing the enemy to feel ashamed of their unfair victory after victory.