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"Hmm?" Su Ming’an became alert: "Which organization are you from?"

Daring to speak disrespectfully of deities, this Persian cat’s performer couldn’t be an ordinary person.

He already understood that in today’s World of Old Days, there are a total of four major organizations:

[Holy Alliance Army (abbreviation: MM)]: Lawful Evil. They are extreme believers in deities, supporting the Divine Sect.

[Human Self-Rescue Alliance (abbreviation: HE)]: Neutral Good. Su Ming’an’s faction, resisting the deities.

[City Guardian Department (abbreviation: GAD)]: Lawful Good. A government organization protecting the public, actively handling strange incidents.

[Old God Court (abbreviation: LM)]: Chaotic Evil. Said to be an evil organization supporting Exotic Species, notorious for triggering Exotic Species to massacre cities and villages with extremely cruel actions.

...

Su Ming’an didn’t fully understand the distinctions between these factions. In short, the twenty-six Kingdoms and thirty-two independent cities all exist around these four major powers, intertwined like the winding vines of old trees, impossible to untangle.

Anyway, to keep it simple—

The Holy Alliance Army loves deities.

The Human Self-Rescue Alliance hates deities.

The City Guardian Department is a good man, saving everyone equally.

The Old God Court is a big bad, hating everyone equally.

"You’re asking about my faction?" The Persian cat squinted its eyes: "I am independent. I am loyal only to my Kingdom."

It spoke with pride, as if "Kingdom" was something extremely noble to it.

"Oh." Su Ming’an understood. Just a lone wanderer, with no backing.

"I’ve already gathered some interesting information, I think the ’game’ might be a method deities use to attack our world. The more progress we make in the game, the more They might be able to control our world." The Persian cat intentionally tried to lure him with information: "I can continue chatting with you, do you mind adding me as a Dream Patrol friend?"

Su Ming’an was expressionless: "I mind."

The Persian cat fell silent.

Just in time, the main group escorted the little girl to her destination. All the cats received a certain amount of Dream Patrol Spirit Points based on their contributions, ending this game. The Persian cat could no longer disturb Su Ming’an.

The game’s ending cg appeared, the little girl, surrounded by the adorable cats, slowly walked into the church. She stood under the church’s stained glass window, waving and smiling.

"It’s so beautiful here, I’ve finally arrived." She stood before the grand church archway, smiling and said: "Ragdoll cat, your eyes are very pretty. Orange tabby, your build is very cute. British Shorthair, your fluffiness is very endearing—cats! You’re all so endearing, truly cats representing justice."

The people watched this game ending cg. They were all cats now. No one watched the cg while looking like a human.

"Thank you for escorting me here." The little girl said loudly: "I believe I will have a happy, brilliant, beautiful tomorrow. And you, just cats of justice, you will also find happiness—I bless you."

The doors of the church slowly closed, this game ended.

...

[This Dream Patrol has ended]

[Game: "The Cat and Her"]

[Evaluation: "Adorable cats defeated the hateful humans, escorting the innocent and poor little girl away from the clutches of humanity."]

[Humans defeated: 0]

[Times imprisoned: 0]

[Times dead: 0]

[You delayed human time: 67 minutes and 23 seconds]

[Total Dream Patrol Spirit Points gained: 10 points]

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The ending cg gradually faded, all the scenes dispersed.

Su Ming’an removed the Dream Patrol Helmet and returned to reality.

The play experience of "The Cat and Her" had nothing special, nor any information. It seemed like an ordinary escort game—but was it really so?

He glanced at the time, it was eleven at night. The second Chapter of "Louyue Nation" would start in an hour, by then he would act as the "First Dream Patrol Family" and patrol with Su Luoluo.

The Sanity value was 50 points, seemingly unhealthy. But he had no symptoms of hallucinations or auditory illusions, even the previous ear sounds had not reappeared.

Su Ming’an awaited the arrival of twelve.

...

Ascend Kingdom, capital, Royal Family.

The city at night, under the smog, heavy industrial pollution buried the colors of the sky.

Inside the castle at the capital’s center, a bright and luxurious room.

A woman slowly sat up from the bed.

She removed the Dream Patrol Helmet, revealing her lustrous blonde hair and jade-colored eyes. She reached out, placing the exquisite crown on the table onto her head, walking towards the door, her snow-white long dress trailing on the scarlet carpet, stepping with bare feet on the soft carpet yet exuding a general’s demeanor.

Opening the door, a maid awaited at the doorway, bowing to drape a bright red cloak over her.

"Today, General Qibuman publicly expressed his discontent towards you. He thinks your disrespect towards deities will bring disaster upon the Kingdom." The maid said softly.

"Dissatisfied? Then let him be dissatisfied. It’s me who picks the ministers, not the ministers who pick the king. If I am not ruthless, I will be crushed by the gears of history." The woman laughed. She was Blanche, the Queen of one of the twenty-six Kingdoms, the Ascend Kingdom. She was an iron-fisted leader, loyal to her own class.

She felt the threat—now everyone feared deities, worshiped deities, divine power had long surpassed royal power. Recently even the Union Government expressed submission to deities.

"Mercy is built on the foundation of kingdom stability, but now the believers of the Divine Church use terrifying methods to burn the innocent. Anyone even slightly suspicious is burnt under the guise of ’heresy judgment.’ The deity... does not impose any control on this, not even issuing an oracle. He does not seem to cherish His flock at all," Blanche said, "He does not love humanity, I’ve long seen that."

"The deity does not care," the maid said.

"Of course, a god doesn’t care how many ants on the ground die. So if humankind wishes to save itself, someone must stand up," Blanche asked for the sheepskin map. Looking at the distribution of kingdoms on the Continent, a decisive and ruthless expression appeared on her beautiful face, yet it did not appear sinister, "I will not allow—my kingdom to be ravaged by these mad religious followers. Recently, even within the Royal City, there’s been a self-proclaimed ’Boris’ Cardinal, killing many innocent people—I want these religious madmen to pay the price."

"The Human Self-Rescue Alliance has already received your previous invitation. Their response was that their Alliance Hierarch is still asleep, and the Vice Alliance Hierarchs cannot reach a unified opinion, so they can’t respond to your alliance invitation," the maid said respectfully with bowed head.

"It doesn’t matter, I don’t trust these factions. Although the Human Self-Rescue Alliance claims to resist the deity, their Alliance Hierarch’s whereabouts are uncertain, and we can’t be sure what kind of person he is. Since an alliance can’t be formed, so be it," Blanche said, "Baisha, I met a powerful Dream Patrol Family member in a dream patrol just now, she was very cute."

The maid listened quietly.

"She chose an orange cat; her voice was low, but I could hear that she must be a very attractive girl. Shy, quiet, not fond of talking, with a personality like a winter stream," Blanche recalled that sense of attraction, "She must be an eligible."

"You must be careful, you cannot casually act against the Dream Patrol Family," the maid said softly, "You’ve drawn suspicion for harming too many children before."

"I’ve already remembered her scent," Blanche put down the map, her eyes clouded with gloom, "I will meet her again."

...

Midnight.

Su Ming’an put on the Dream Patrol Helmet, planning to enter Chapter Two of "Louyue Nation."

But after waiting on the friend interface for a while, he didn’t see Su Luoluo come online. He called, but Su Luoluo didn’t answer either.

... What happened?

Su Ming’an waited a while longer, but Su Luoluo still hadn’t come online. He opened his door and headed to her home.

After walking about three hundred meters, several dilapidated residential buildings came into view, resembling apartment buildings from the early 2000s. Su Luoluo’s home was on the third floor; after treading the faded steps, Su Ming’an stopped in front of her door.

Su Ming’an was about to knock when he suddenly heard a middle-aged woman’s voice from inside, loud as a gong, hysterically:

"Su Hongwei! If I hadn’t come home in time, you’d really turn the world upside down! I’m still alive, and you’re already eager to bring a woman home, do you want to die or what!"

A sound of shattering was heard, the sound of the middle-aged woman angrily smashing furniture.

Su Ming’an’s hand hovered in front of the door, unsure whether to knock... It seemed Su Luoluo’s parents were having a domestic conflict, no wonder she hadn’t logged in on time.

Suddenly, with a "bang," the door was violently flung open in front of Su Ming’an. A young woman with delicate makeup walked out carrying a bag, followed closely by a middle-aged overweight man.

Su Ming’an stepped back, somewhat bewildered, but neither of them paid him any mind.

A middle-aged woman in an apron came "thump thump thump" out of the room; she was the one shouting earlier. She pointed at the man and young woman, yelling:

"Su Hongwei! I must have been blind to marry you! I’m not even dead yet, and you dare to bring a mistress home!"

But the man completely ignored his wife, holding the young woman’s hand and constantly flattering her, "Hey, Yuanyuan, don’t mind what my wife is shouting, don’t leave. My wife already has terminal cancer, she doesn’t have much time left. Start a relationship with me for now, and in the future, this house will be ours. Once she’s gone, we’ll get married immediately! Isn’t it hard to get by in this world? With my help, life would be a bit warmer."

The middle-aged wife trembled with anger, clenching and releasing her fists. Her face, tormented by cancer, was skin and bones, long past the bloom of youth. Life in chaotic times had ground her to starvation and back.

—But what could she do?

Cancer was incurable, she didn’t have much time left. Even if she divorced, it would only fulfill her husband. Now, he brazenly brought a mistress, as if hastening her death, and she could only watch helplessly.

"I truly—!"

At her wit’s end, the wife lunged claw-like at the man. She scratched his face bloody, leaving him both embarrassed and angry. He backhanded her with a loud slap, knocking her to the ground.

"What do you think you’re doing! If it weren’t for my house, could you have survived these years! You’re not going to live much longer anyway, why waste money!" the man erupted.

The loud slap pierced through the wife’s soul. With a burning red handprint on her face, she sat dazed on the floor, her back against the cold wall.

A moment later, she clutched her cheek and broke down crying.

The young woman, witnessing this scene, shook her head at the man and said, "I don’t want to entangle with a woman who’s not long for this world, you should live well with your wife. We have no fate."

She clattered down the stairs, leaving only the middle-aged wife sobbing and the man seething with anger.

—And a girl sitting behind the sofa inside, holding her head in her arms.

The girl’s dim purple eyes lacked luster, seemingly accustomed to witnessing her parents’ conflicts. Like a soulless puppet, she nestled behind the sofa, motionless.

"—I really don’t know what’s worth yelling at!" the man bellowed at his wife on the floor, "After you die, I’ll lose a scavenger for resources at home, what am I supposed to do? Shouldn’t I find a new partner in advance? Do you really want our daughter to starve every day? Do you really want an unguarded home, with vagrants and thieves knocking every day? I’m finding a mistress, but isn’t it still for this family?"

The woman sobbed hysterically, only caring to curse:

"What a sin! What a sin! I must have been blind to marry you! It must be my misdeeds from my past life that I got this cancer! I must have sinned to end up marrying you! God, what on earth did I do to deserve this!"

"Is it only my fault!" the man lost his temper, pointing at Su Luoluo behind the sofa, "This leech sits at home dream patrolling every day, but she can’t dream patrol out any fame, big streamer my ass! Get her married early, at least it’d add a scavenger for resources, but she refuses! If it weren’t for this leech, would I be in such a bind? Crazy woman, you only know to blame me! I’m doing it all for this family!"

The woman was startled, then became even more furious.

"For this family?" she jumped up from the floor, flailing at the man, "Su! If you hadn’t gambled away all the bread in the house, if you didn’t hang out with those drunks in the city every day, if you had any ability at all to take me away from this wretched city, I wouldn’t be like this!"

She cried and cursed hysterically, scratching more bloody marks on the man’s face:

"Why couldn’t it be you with cancer! Why couldn’t it be you who’s dying! You gambling addict, you’re really not human! I’m still alive and you dare bring a mistress to bed! After I die—who knows what filthy things you’ll do!"

"Crazy woman! Blame me for what, go blame the deity—blame Him for not being able to protect you to happiness!"

They beat each other so fiercely, bloodied heads and all, clearly spouses yet acting like enemies.

Their shouting was so loud, echoing through the entire dilapidated building, with all the neighbors’ doors firmly shut, as if long accustomed to this household’s noise.

Su Ming’an stared blankly in the direction of the room. The girl nestled quietly behind the sofa, her head slightly lowered, her muscles tensed all over.

She didn’t speak, just watched, harmless and silent.

—Like a quiet ragdoll cat.