A morning came softly.
Xu Yang woke to the sound of rain dripping from the edge of the roof and the low crackle of firewood burning in the stove. Warmth seeped into his fur from the woven mat beneath him, easing the stiffness in his limbs.
For a few heartbeats, he forgot everything.
Then memory returned. The forest. The voice. The words death is mandatory.
Xu Yang opened his eyes slowly.
He was still a cat. Black fur. Small body. Four legs tucked beneath him. A thin tail resting against his side.
For a moment, he just stared at himself.
I'm Still here. (...)
A long, quiet pause followed.
Why? (...)
His thoughts came slower now, heavier.
Can this just be a dream already? (...)
He blinked once, then again, as if that might reset everything.
Maybe I'll wake up if I close my eyes. That's how dreams work, right? (....)
He squeezed his eyes shut. Opened them again. Nothing changed. The fur was still there. The small body was still real. The faint spiritual warmth still pulsed inside him like a reminder he couldn't ignore. Xu Yang let out a small, helpless breath.
" Seriously?" His thoughts sank deeper, less panicked now, more exhausted.
I don't want this. (....) A pause.
I didn't ask to come here. I didn't even get a say in dying once, and now I'm supposed to do it nine times? (...)
His tail twitched slightly, irritated more at the situation than anything else.
What kind of system is this? Who designed a "game" where the player just keeps dying?
(....)
A bitter thought followed.
If this is someone's idea of reincarnation, they have terrible humor. (....)
His ears flicked as distant memory returned again fragmented, but sharper now.
That voice… "death is mandatory.". (...)
Xu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. Like it's a rule. Not even optional. He stared at the ground.
So what, I'm just… a disposable character?
(.....)
A strange calm began mixing with frustration.
The room was quiet. Lin Chen lay asleep on the low bed across the room, his chest rising and falling evenly. Early light filtered through the window paper, painting pale gold patterns on the wooden floor.
Xu Yang stayed still. He listened.
The village was waking. Footsteps outside. A door creaking open. Someone coughing. A rooster crowing hoarsely somewhere nearby.
Normal sounds.
Xu Yang exhaled slowly.
I'm alive, he thought. For now. His eyes lowered slightly.
How many days do I even have like this? (...) A pause.
Nine lives… so what, I just count them like a timer? One mistake, one death, repeat?
His ears flicked faintly at the absurdity of it.
If I was going to die anyway… why send me into a book? The thought felt sharper than fear now.
What's the point? Just to suffer differently each time? That's not reincarnation, that's… scheduling death. (....)
A dry, humorless thought followed.
"Congratulations, you got hit by a car. New DLC unlocked: Cat Mode, Extreme Difficulty." He almost laughed at that but it didn't come out. Instead, a quieter realization settled in.
I don't even know what the goal is. (...)
His tail shifted slightly behind him.
Survive? Escape? Become strong? Or just… keep dying until something changes? (...)
He didn't like any of the answers forming in his mind.
At least tell me the rules before throwing me into the game. (...)
A pause. Then, more softly.
I didn't even get a choice. (....)
He pushed himself up into a sitting position, movements careful and silent. His body responded more smoothly than it had the day before. Less clumsy. More balanced.
That, in itself, was worrying.
He padded quietly toward the window and hopped onto the sill. From there, he could see most of the village..Simple houses. Dirt paths turned to mud by the rain. Smoke curling gently from chimneys.
They didn't know what Heaven was. They didn't know what demons were capable of. They didn't know that something unnatural had slipped quietly into their world.
Xu Yang's ears twitched.
He needed rules.
Rule one: Do not stand out.
Rule two: Do not speak.
Rule three: Do not cultivate openly.
Especially not cultivate. The faint warmth in his chest pulsed weakly as if responding to his thoughts. It was unstable, fragile barely enough to qualify him as anything more than a spiritual beast.
A sudden movement caught his eye.
Lin Chen stirred. Xu Yang jumped down from the window and immediately curled up, forcing his body into the loose, relaxed posture of an ordinary cat. He even let out a small, lazy yawn, stretching one paw clumsily.
Lin Chen sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"…Morning already?" he muttered.
His gaze fell on Xu Yang, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "You slept well, huh?"
Xu Yang flicked his tail once, pretending disinterest.
Lin Chen stood, stretched, and tied his hair back with a piece of string. He moved around the room, lighting the stove properly and boiling water.
Xu Yang watched from the corner of his eye.
Lin Chen moved carefully. Economically. Like someone used to not wasting energy or resources.
There was no sharpness to him, no ambition blazing behind his eyes.
He was… ordinary.
Which made him dangerous in a different way.
Ordinary people survived by blending in.
Xu Yang understood that instinctively.
Lin Chen poured water into a basin and splashed his face. "I need to head out early today," he said absently, as if Xu Yang could understand him. "Old Granny Wei asked me to help repair her fence."
Xu Yang's ears twitched. Lin Chen glanced down. "You can stay here. Or come along, if you want." Xu Yang didn't move.
He waited until Lin Chen finished eating and stepped outside before relaxing again.
The door closed. Silence returned.
Xu Yang moved.
He climbed onto the table and sniffed around. The smell of food lingered rice, vegetables, faint traces of meat. He resisted the urge to eat everything immediately.
Control, he reminded himself.
He jumped down and padded slowly around the room, memorizing it.
One door, One window, No hidden spaces, No talismans,No protective arrays.
"Good"
"Too good."
He paused near the stove.
The warmth made the strange energy in his chest stir again. Without thinking, Xu Yang focused inward just a little. The warmth responded. A thin thread of energy shifted, flowing clumsily through his small body.
Xu Yang froze..He immediately stopped.
His fur stood on end.
The air felt… different. (...)
I just entered this world. (...)
His mind went sharp again, all earlier thoughts collapsing into instinct.
Don't tell me it's already started? (....)
His ears strained, trying to catch anything unusual beneath the normal village sounds.
I haven't even figured out how to walk properly in this body. (...)
A tight pause.
Can't you give me one peaceful day? Just one? (...)
His claws dug lightly into the floorboards without him noticing.
I don't even know what "danger" feels like here yet. (....)
Xu Yang swallowed hard and forced the energy to settle. He slumped down, heart pounding, and pressed himself flat against the floor. Several breaths passed. Nothing happened. No voice. No pressure.
Still, sweat or the cat equivalent of it prickled beneath his fur. So even this much is dangerous, he thought grimly. He couldn't cultivate.
The door creaked open again.
Xu Yang sprang up and resumed his role instantly, batting at a stray piece of straw with exaggerated enthusiasm. Lin Chen stepped inside, carrying a bundle of firewood.
"You're lively," he said with a chuckle. "Good sign." Xu Yang flicked his tail innocently.
Lin Chen set the wood aside, then paused, studying him more closely.
" You're really smart," he murmured. "You didn't knock anything over."
Xu Yang blinked slowly.
What does that mean? (....)
A small, immediate thought followed.
Of course I didn't knock anything over. Why would I... I'm not a toddler. (...)
His tail gave a subtle, offended flick.
Is that… a compliment in this world? "Smart" because I didn't destroy furniture? The standards here are low. (...)
He sat a little straighter without realizing it.
Still. I am smart. Just because I'm a cat now doesn't reset my brain. (...)
Lin Chen crouched, peering at him with curiosity rather than suspicion. "Most cats would've tried to steal food by now." Xu Yang yawned.
Wide, Slow, Convincing..Lin Chen laughed.
"Alright, alright. I get it. You're proud."
Xu Yang relaxed slightly.
Still dangerous. The rest of the day passed quietly. Xu Yang followed Lin Chen outside, keeping close but never too close. Villagers noticed him, commented casually, but no one questioned his presence.
"A stray?"
"Pretty one."
"Looks healthy."
Healthy. (...) Xu Yang almost laughed.
He watched everything Where people gathered. Where cultivators occasionally passed through. Where talismans were hung at doors not for demons, but for bad luck.
At one point, a traveling cultivator stopped near the well.
Xu Yang froze instantly. The man wore blue robes with a faded emblem stitched near the shoulder. His aura was stronger than Lin Chen's much stronger. Xu Yang lowered his head and forced himself to move lazily, like a bored cat uninterested in anything.
The cultivator's gaze swept over the area.
For one terrifying second, it lingered on Xu Yang. Xu Yang held his breath. Then the man frowned slightly, as if confused, and looked away. " Strange," he muttered, then continued on.
Xu Yang didn't move for a long time.
He didn't see me, Xu Yang realized slowly.
Or rather He didn't see what Xu Yang was.
That frightened him more than being noticed.
Night fell again.
Back in the house, Lin Chen prepared a simple meal and set aside scraps for Xu Yang. He watched the cat eat, thoughtful.
"You're not afraid of people," Lin Chen said quietly. "But you're careful."
Xu Yang paused mid-bite, then continued eating as if he hadn't heard.
Lin Chen smiled faintly. "Guess that's how you survived."
Xu Yang curled up near the stove later, eyes half-closed.
Lin Chen lay down, extinguishing the lamp.
Darkness filled the room.
As sleep crept in, Xu Yang felt it again
That distant, cold awareness.
Xu Yang's tail twitched once in his sleep.
In the quiet village, under an unremarkable roof, a cat demon hid perfectly
and fate, for now, let him.