<h4>Chapter 536: A Cat’s Worldview</h4>


    Trantor: EndlessFantasy Trantion Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Lily shook her ears and looked puzzlingly at Hao Ren and Vivian. “What are you two talking about? The glittering feather’s from the goddess? Is it for me?”


    “No, you don’t have amnesia.” Hao Ren put his hand on Lily’s head and pushed her away. “It’s for Vivian to treat her narcolepsy and amnesia. Can you please take the garbage in the kitchen out?”


    Lily grunted and ran to empty the trash. Hao Ren then turned to Vivian. “Is this thing working? How does it feel now?”


    “I felt a little hot just now, but the sensation’s gone now.” Vivian touched her chest, and took out some stuff that was on her—a Mahogany sword, a cross, a Bagua mirror, a sacred stone,a Bodhi-seed and a dazzling array of stuff as if she had just gotten back from traveling. “It’s probably more useful than these things…”


    Hao Ren looked at Vivian’s six-pounds worth of sacred objects, rolling his eyes. Hopefully, all these amulets would not make her develop “drug resistance” in her body.


    ‘What the goddess is giving is definitely better than your six pounds of scraps.” Hao Ren coughed twice. “Why haven’t you thrown them away? They’re obviously useless.”


    Vivian ticked the objects back into her clothes—God knows how she did it. “At least psychologically, they make me feel better!”


    At this time, as Big Bluey hadpleted his mission and found no further business to attend to, he made a buzzing sound before turning into a beam of light and disappearing into the air. Hao Ren said, “I didn’t expect to get a reply from Raven 12345 so fast. I thought it would take her a few days before she would give me any reply, but here she is, sending this.”


    “But, the amulet seems to only dampen my drowsiness, it’s just a palliative approach.” Vivian blinked. “I’ll still feel nervous until the underlying cause of my drowsiness and amnesia is found.”


    Of course, this problem needed to be solved. However, both Hao Ren and Vivian had no clue at this point: routine physical examination would not detect the problems. Vivian hadin in the medical pod and the routine examination confirmed thatshe was as fit as a fiddle. Plus, an otherworldling who specialized in Blood Magic, Vivian knew her physical state well. The lethargy and amnesia she experienced were definitely not physical conditions. Hao Ren suspected that this was rted to ultism and may even be rted to the ne of Dreams—the home of all otherworldlings. Obviously, this was not a problem that could be solved in a day or two.


    Moreover, Hao Ren was also concerned about the descriptions he had read from Vivian’s manuscript: before she fell asleep, Vivian had portrayed some weird scenes, such as the earth under the blood-red moonlight, distorted monsters, enemies that were a cross between alien and human. These scenes appeared repeatedly in the manuscripts, and Vivian’s ount of them was very vivid and certain. Although she would forget these scenes after she woke up each time, judging from the manuscript, these things had indeed happened.


    However, Vivian was quite certain that except the bloody moon, the distorted beings and other monsters mentioned in the manuscripts did not actually exist. There were no such otherworldlings on Earth. There were no simr wild creatures during the ancient times.


    They only appeared in the manuscripts—where did the things Vivian see right before she slepte from? Were they real or just an illusion?


    The truth may have been buried by the long river of history. Even the other ancient ones may not be able to answer: Vivian was a lone wolf and she always found some quiet, secluded ce to sleep in. She could not find any former friends who had witnessed the scenes depicted in the manuscript with her.


    Y’zaks and Nangong Sanba were also very curious about what happened to Vivian. Hao Ren and Vivian told them what they read in the manuscript in the basement the day before. The husky heard the story too, but she was not good in reasoning, so she went into the kitchen instead. Vivian also showed them the original manuscript. But of course, nobody at the scene could interpret the lost ancient text. She did that just to show off her own literary heritage, that she could single-handedly create such a literary relic.


    “I’m sorry to hear that such a thing happened to you.” Y’zaks scratched his head. “I’m not good at thisplicated and sophisticated knowledge… Demons are only good at simple and crude problem-solving. When ites to curses and spiritual issues, it’s out of my reach.”


    “I’ ve read some articles about the ancient times in my father’s collection, and books simr to the encyclopaedia.” Nangong Sanba recalled the half-baked, demon-hunter education he received in the past. “The ‘Encyclopaedia’ has a record of all the otherworldlings and exotic beasts that have ever appeared on Earth. There’s no mention of the monsters described in this manuscript, especially the illustrated ones at the end of the manuscript… In my humble opinion, these things look more like a child’s drawing; pure imagination. They don’t look like they were born out of evolution.”


    “An encyclopaedia for the demon hunters?” Vivian immediately became interested. “I’ve heard of such a book. Its records of otherworldlings are even moreprehensive than the records the otherworldlings themselves have. Do you have it?”


    Nangong Sanba smiled in embarrassment. “It has long since disappeared with my old house. And to tell you the truth, I also don’t remember much of its contents. Although I like books, my father didn’t allow me to go into his study room. The training for demon hunters was very onerous. There wasn’t much time for books—”


    Before Nangong Sanba could finish, he was smacked on the head by a serpent tail. Wuyue said, “Stop embarrassing yourself; since when did you not read the many editions of The Golden Lotus every time you ventured into father’s study room? And you have the nerve to say that father didn’t allow you into his room…”


    Everyone was speechless.


    Holding a small screwdriver in hand, Y’lisabet was passing by, and she overheard their conversation. She stopped in her tracks and curiously asked, “Uncle Ren, what’s The Golden Lotus ?”


    Y’zaks quickly carried his daughter away under his armpit. “Kids shouldn’t ask so many questions, you know. Now go and read two pieces of ssical literature while you wait for dinner.”


    Y’lisabet’s cry echoed throughout the room. Hao Ren wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and murmured, “It’s not easy to be a demon princess, eh?”


    “In short, this manuscript is strange. From the professional perspective of a demon hunter, the text sounds strange.” Nangong Sanba rubbed his head. “I’m very skeptical of all of Vivian’s encounters before her hibernation.”


    Hao Ren and Vivian nodded spontaneously. Thetter kept the manuscript and said, “Things won’t be sussed out anytime soon. Anyway, I have a talisman to keep things under control for now; there won’t be a problem. We have time, at least a couple hundred years. By then, we’ll be able to suss it out.”


    To Hao Ren, a couple hundred years seemed like an eternity. He did not feel the urgency at all. So, he got to his feet and was about to go to feed the cat, but he noticed something strange with Rollie.


    The cat-maiden had juste out of the washroom. She was sitting like a statue in the living room, gazing into the washroom in a motionless state. Hao Ren took a gander and was shocked to discover that the maiden was in tears.


    “Silly cat, what’s wrong with you?”


    Rollie nced up at Hao Ren, and suddenly started to bawl as she grabbed at his trousers. “Poop Scooper, are you going to die soon? Please don’t die!”


    The silly cat’s crying scared everyone. They came up to her, and some checked Hao Ren out, while some checked the cat out. Vivian patted Rollie on the head and asked, “Why do you say so?”


    The cat maiden lifted her finger and pointed in the direction of the washroom. Tears kept running down her cheeks. “I just discovered that I could use the toilet…”


    Hao Ren was a little puzzled. “So?”


    The cat maiden wiped her tears and said, “So you’re going to die, you Poop Scooper. Aren’t you?”


    Hao Ren finally came to his senses. He jumped to his feet and raged. “Is that what you see me as? A poop scooper.”


    When a cat became human and possessed the logic of a human being, but still retained a cat’s worldview, it made one’s blood run cold.