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

He was very sure that the function of forced knockback was not added when designing this BOSS. How could a horror-themed BOSS have a function of forced knockback?

"You can't do this, you will interfere with the system!"

On the other side, Yui pointed at Yimi and scolded her.

"You didn't tell me what to do."

Yimi was unhappy.

Yui didn't understand again: "You should know how to do it."

Even she can exercise some administrator privileges under her control, but if she does so, she may be wiped out.

Now that Yimi pressed the buttons randomly and nothing happened, it seemed to prove that she was indeed Cardinal.

But Yui's words made Koneko lose confidence, and she tried pressing it a few more times.

Switching the view back to the 65th floor, the boss, who had been elusive before, launched a high-speed attack and came towards Asuna with a shocked expression.

A slap restored her health bar to full.

"..."

There is something wrong with this BOSS, but I can’t tell where the problem is. Is it a bug?

"That's not right."

Yui was still talking beside him.

"You said it's wrong, but you didn't tell me. What should I do?"

Yimi tapped the keyboard with his paw in dissatisfaction.

The next second, the BOSS on the 65th floor who had locked Heathcliff as his target directly used a skill that was only available in the second stage, and ignored his shield and killed him to half his health.

At the same time, Heathcliff's life-saving mechanism as an administrator was triggered.

There was a silence in the air, and everyone stared at the sign above his head.

1

Chapter 1 [Extra] Christmas.

Fantasy town.

"Christmas? Is today Christmas?"

"Maybe. It's said to be the day of the Holy Son's birth. Who knows? People in the outside world seem to celebrate this day, or maybe not. It has nothing to do with me anyway."

Reimu was curled up in the kotatsu, peeling the tangerines that Marisa was giving to her... or to be more precise, to Imi.

She had basically only known about it from books, and Marisa had told her about this before, which made her think that Santa Claus was a monster for a long time.

"The day of the Son's birth?"

"It's just a birthday, don't you even know something like that?"

This is nothing, after all, Reimu herself doesn't know who her shrine is dedicated to.

A shoe was suddenly kicked towards Lingmeng. She looked over with her dead fish eyes and saw Yimi taking off the cotton socks on her right foot.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm getting the socks ready."

Yimi placed the removed socks next to her pillow and patted them: "Marisa said it's her turn to be Santa Claus and she needs to prepare socks to put the gifts in."

Her socks were too small to hold anything.

Yimi took off the other sock, took out a colored pen and wrote something inside.

"Is that even possible? If you don't mind your feet getting cold, then go ahead. You won't mind the smell if you put it next to your pillow."

Reimu reluctantly got out of the kotatsu and turned to walk towards her closet.

Including the socks she wore as a child and couldn't bear to throw away, she should have saved more than a hundred...

“My feet don’t stink!”

Yimi raised his fist in retort.

Reimu ignored him and even complained, "Why do you need to put a gift in a sock? Does this guy who was originally called Santa Claus actually have some special quirk?"

"what."

Yimi suddenly clapped his hands.

Reimu looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"You don't have a chimney."

Yimi pointed at the ceiling.

"Chimney? Nonsense, how can you install a chimney in a wooden house?"

"But Santa Claus comes in through the chimney."

Yimi paced anxiously.

"Where does this weird rule come from? The shrine door isn't locked anyway, so why don't you just tell Marisa to let her go through the door at night?"

"I'll go tell her."

Yimi put her shoes and socks back on, turned around and ran out.

But when Yimi ran to Marisa's house, she didn't see her in the messy house.

Yimi sat outside dejectedly, waiting for her to come home.

"What are you doing?"

Yimi's little friend Rumia appeared with her arms open.

Although I don't know where she came from, it was a bit presumptuous for her to jump out on this day as she was used to doing such things.

"I'm waiting for Marisa to come back."

"Is that right?"

Lumia responded with a smile.

"What are you doing now?"

Yimi asked her in return.

"Lumia doesn't know either."

"Well……"

"But Rumia just saw Hei Bai flying over there."

Rumia pointed in a direction.

"I'll go find her."

Yimi moved her legs and ran towards that direction.

Rumia pointed in the direction of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Marisa was considered a frequent visitor to the Scarlet Devil Mansion, although ninety-nine percent of these frequent visitors had never been invited by the owner.

Yimi is considered to be Fran's friend, so Hong Meiling, who had been sleeping at the door, was very perceptive and did not stop her.

At the same time, Yimi did not forget that the biggest relationship between Marisa and the Scarlet Devil Mansion was that her mistress was here, so she ran straight to Mu-Q's library.

However, MuQ, who likes to stay at home, is not here. Only a red-haired girl with bat wings is left sitting there drinking tea.

This seems to be MuQ's familiar demon.

"Well, who are you looking for?"

The little devil glanced sideways at her.

"I'm looking for Marisa."

"That Black and White? Lady Patchouli just beat her out. She must be being hunted down now."

The little devil looked at Yimi gloomily: "Is it now known that Black and White will spawn in the Scarlet Devil Mansion? What do you want to do with her?"

"Marisa is, Santa Claus, I have something important to tell her."

"Santa Claus?"

"It's the good man who enters the good children's homes through the chimney on Christmas Eve, dressed in blood red, and carries a big bag to give gifts to the good children."

"Is that called Santa Claus? He's obviously a thief."

The little devil responded dissatisfiedly.

"You're talking nonsense. Marisa is not a thief. I saw her carrying a big bag of gifts before."

Yimi angrily defends Marisa.

"A big bag of gifts? A thief would also carry a big bag to carry his stolen things. She always steals a lot of books every time she comes here."

"you are lying."

"I'm not lying. I have evidence."

The little devil opened the drawer of Patchouli's desk and took out a stuffed animal that looked very similar to Marisa. He then covered his face and dubbed her:

"I'm Marisa. I come to the Scarlet Devil Mansion every day to steal things. This is all true."

"You said that yourself!"

Yimi won't be fooled.

"Why don't you go and see for yourself? Lady Patchouli is hunting her down. If you don't believe me, ask Lady Patchouli."

"Humph!"

Yimi turned around and threatened the little devil before leaving: "I told Marisa that I won't give you a gift tonight."

"I don't care. You said yourself that Santa Claus is covered in blood red. The red and white after killing someone is obviously more similar, right?"

Inside the little devil's head: Reimu, who had just killed someone, was covered in blood, and the large bag on his back contained the victim's head. He then jumped into the chimney to look for his next prey...

"pain!"

Yimi kicked her on the calf and ran out.

"Wait a minute, Patchi. Doesn't the chase usually end when it reaches the door?"

Above the misty lake, Marisa screamed as she dodged Patchouli's dense barrage of bullets. The agility of carrying the large backpack made it very difficult for her to avoid the bullets.

Patchouli's forehead veins bulged. "I usually turn a blind eye, but what do you mean by even snatching the book I was reading?"

"I'm really interested in what's in here. You're not a child anymore, why are you looking at that? Didn't I tell you I'd give you something as compensation later?"

"I can't read any book!"

"what!"

In a moment of carelessness, the package behind Marisa was cut open by the bullet screen, and all the books inside were scattered out.

What the bad guy said was true. Marisa is not Santa Claus at all. She is a thief.

Imi's ears drooped, and she covered her face with her arms and ran back toward the shrine. What hurt the cat more than the fact that Marisa was a thief was that Marisa had lied to her.

-

"What's wrong? You were so excited when you ran out just now."

Reimu looked at the bulge in the quilt.

After running back with his face covered, he crawled into the bed without saying a word, looking very sad.

"Go to sleep."

"Sleep? It's up to you. Since you're going to sleep first, don't get into my bed tonight."

What worries could a child have? He will forget them all after a good night’s sleep.

I turned my head and looked at the sky outside. It seemed that heavy snow was falling again.

Reimu also crawled back into her bed.

The sky has darkened.