HTLCCBFT Chapter 88

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 88

Having gathered enough trees for the required experience points and discovering the use of the Healing Potion he once thought useless…

Oliver returned to his bedroom in extremely high spirits.

“Dear Cat God,”

As usual, the golden-haired Lord, dressed in snow-white sleepwear, intimately hugged the pure gold fortune cat statue. He sat on the bed with his legs bent, gazing absentmindedly at the crescent moon outside.

“As thanks for your protection,” he said in a tone that sounded serious but was actually joking, “I’ve actually developed a devout new believer for you.”

Everyone present clearly witnessed how Piggs, who was originally certain to die, suddenly became lively after drinking the potion bestowed by the Lord that was infused with the great Cat God’s power!

Of course, “lively” was an exaggeration – not just seriously injured patients, but even healthy adult men would become weak after three days without proper food.

But Piggs’ complexion and wound condition were undoubtedly rapidly improving in a positive direction.

This was a divine miracle of escaping death.

While bystanders were amazed and filled with awe for the great and merciful Cat God, Piggs, who received the direct boon, completely became a fanatical believer of the Cat God.

In the Golden Divine Realm, the newborn deity shyly twitched his ears.

Actually, after his Divinity formed, his dependence on the power of faith had greatly diminished.

Once his divine body fully condensed, he would completely become an existence like the God of Light or God of War.

Not only could he walk outside the divine realm in an incarnated form, but he could also continuously draw power from the abilities governed by his Divinity.

Thinking that he would soon be able to go to his beloved believer’s side, he couldn’t help but feel sweet inside.

And he was also very happy to be so valued by Oliver.

……

……Th…… thank you, Oliver ……

…….

Of course, Oliver didn’t know that the honest Cat God was actually sincerely thanking him.

After completing his usual work summary for the day, he placed the fortune cat statue back on the bedside.

However, just as Oliver was about to let go, he suddenly remembered something and picked it up again.

“My dear Cat God.”

Hearing his “name” called, he couldn’t help but gather his wandering thoughts and looked toward Oliver through the trace of divine sense left on the statue.

The blue eyes he captured were more dazzling than the stars outside.

They were filled with…a gentle, beautiful smile that made him feel light all over and unable to keep his tail from rising high.

“I haven’t petted you for several days,” Oliver asked seriously. “Can you allow me to touch you tonight? At least let me dream of you.”

Hearing a wish identical to his own, he couldn’t help but happily swish his tail.

……

…… okay……

…… I want to see you too……

……

After making his wish, Oliver quickly lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and eagerly checked the instantly popped-up settlement panel.

After his two consecutive days of crazy leveling up, the professional skill [ Foraging ] had finally broken through the level 6 milestone.

Not only did it provide a permanent buff state of “+25% lumber gained when logging,” but it also unlocked the long-awaited [ Lightning Rod ] recipe.

If not for the system forcing his body to rest, the impatient Lord Laina would have immediately gotten up to craft the Lightning Rod.

—Before falling asleep, he had already heard the distant rumble of summer thunder.

The slight regret that had just sprouted because of this was quickly dispelled without a trace by the familiar golden temple that appeared before his eyes the next moment.

“My dear Cat God.” Oliver, who had been teleported into the bedroom once again, immediately spotted the cat-eared youth sitting properly at the head of the bed. His eyes lit up, and he walked over without hesitation: “I finally get to see you!”

To his delight and satisfaction, those slightly trembling ears paused for a moment upon catching his voice, then obediently turned toward him.

The Cat God, who usually sat at the head of the bed with a seemingly rigid and somewhat reserved posture, unwilling to get too close to him, was surprisingly enthusiastic this time.

Almost the moment Oliver sat on the bed, the Cat God hesitated only briefly before sliding from the head of the bed onto the mattress, slowly drawing closer to him.

—Those fluffy, bright golden ears were thoroughly stroked by a satisfied Oliver.

…… Oliver……

The thin ear cartilage, covered in incredibly soft fur, grew unbearably warm.

…… as expected, he really likes me……

He closed his eyes, thinking contentedly.

He completely indulged his beloved believer’s mischievous actions, until his divine body nearly lost control and grew soft. Only then did the newly born deity open his golden eyes, slightly regaining his composure.

…… He…… still has questions……

…… what about Oliver……

While Oliver was still staring at that fluffy long tail, he suddenly heard a deep, pleasant voice by his ear.

Though he knew it would consume more divine power than transmitting sound through divine sense, he still—driven by emotions he couldn’t quite understand—clearly and firmly urged his voice, truly calling out the name engraved in his Divinity: “Oliver.”

Oliver couldn’t help but freeze.

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar, because he had “heard” it several times in past dreams.

Unfamiliar, because the way he “heard” it this time was completely different.

Before, it was a voice that appeared directly in his mind, distant and blurred.

But now……

“Was that you speaking just now?” Oliver asked curiously, looking at the cat-eared youth. “Cat God?”

Why did he keep changing the Cat God’s settings in his dreams?

After observing more closely, he confirmed one thing: it wasn’t his imagination—the golden mist enveloping that handsome face was indeed growing fainter each time.

Through the hazy golden light, he could now distinguish many details quite clearly.

The features on that face were as exquisitely handsome as a sculpture by the most talented artist.

His limbs were well-proportioned too—tall and slender, yet without appearing rough or burly.

The aura that silently emanated from his entire being was an innate coldness and solemnity.

Yet in his attitude toward Oliver, there was an indescribable sense of contradiction.

Oliver pondered for a moment before offering his assessment.

It seemed like… purity and innocence?

Upon realizing this, he fell silent.

—So deep down, was his type actually simple-minded cat-eared hunks?

“It’s me.”

To prevent his speech from becoming fragmented, he spoke slowly, which only made him appear more earnest.

In Oliver’s eyes, he resembled an aloof and dignified cat, using proper posture to conceal inner shyness.

Putting on a mature and steady demeanor, he spoke seriously to his master.

“Oliver,” he fixed his gaze intently on his beloved believer, asking very slowly, “do you not like… the ring?”

“The ring?”

Oliver was momentarily stunned but quickly grasped the meaning behind the words.

While distractedly contemplating, he replied casually, “How could I not like it? It’s a token of favor from my dear Cat God. It’s just that the divine power contained within is too immense. I don’t want to use it recklessly—I’d rather treasure it.”

The Lord’s sweet words instantly overwhelmed the newborn deity, who already held no suspicion toward him.

He tilted his head slightly, his ears twitching rapidly, swaying his fluffy tail with a mix of shyness and delight.

Oliver: “……”

Ah.

He struggled to resist the urge to pounce and caress that tail, unable to hide his astonishment.

Despite being taller and more imposing than him, he turned out to be an incredibly natural tease of a cat!

Using an obedient and innocent appearance to boldly stir a cat lover’s heart, while domineeringly forbidding him from keeping other cats…

The newborn deity, of course, had no idea that he had successfully roused the cat-loving Lord’s eager anticipation.

After a brief moment of distraction, he belatedly realized that speaking too hastily had nearly depleted his divine power again…

If only he could grow stronger quickly.

He thought reluctantly.

“Divine power must be strong.” Seizing the last moments of their meeting, he solemnly advised, “Otherwise, I cannot protect you.”

Though under the protection of his divine power and the pure, powerful energy emanating from his beloved believer, no ordinary human could possibly harm Oliver…

He still worried.

“And,” he struggled to hold back but ultimately couldn’t resist voicing the unease that had plagued him since Oliver saved that merchant, “do not… touch pigs…”

Through the strand of divine sense attached to Oliver, he had perceived Piggs’ inner thoughts from the very beginning.

—The wonderful Lord.

—The almighty Cat God.

—I shall offer pigs, no, not just the ones brought to Laina, but even more pigs, to you both!

From the moment he heard Piggs’ thoughts, he couldn’t help but sink into anxiety.

Oliver: “……”

This jealous cat.

He thought with some amusement.

Not only is he jealous of the chicks responsible for Laina’s future livestock, jealous of the cats we haven’t even bought yet, but he’s even jealous of pigs that don’t even exist?

Although he didn’t take it seriously at all, the blond lord couldn’t help but let out a brief chuckle before revealing a perfunctory—no, sweet smile that made the deity’s heart flutter.

“As you wish, my dear Cat God.”

His voice was so melodious that even the most skilled nightingale would feel inferior. Behind his smiling eyes lay a clear azure blue.

Reflected in them was the tall figure enveloped in a soft golden mist, along with the deity’s face that showed subtle signs of intoxication.

After all, there wasn’t a single strand of Laina’s pig hair left on the territory now, and the plan to buy pigs had been temporarily shelved.

Oliver felt not the slightest guilt. While the Cat God was distracted, he finally gave in to temptation and touched that long tail he had coveted for so long. Suppressing a laugh, he spoke with seemingly tender focus: “Even if there are countless deities in this world, only you would protect me, favor me, and grant me the divine power to stroke fluffy things… and spread your generous radiance. I deeply love you, gentle deity.”

Just as expected.

Oliver contentedly discovered that the tail, which looked incredibly soft and fluffy, felt even better than he had imagined!

Listening to the loving words that intoxicated Him most, the deity remained completely still, as if frozen.

Until the next moment, when the originally magnificent and grand temple suddenly dissolved into a shower of golden rain, and the lord’s soul, carrying the rich fragrance of roses, was swiftly returned to the human realm by that wisp of divine sense.

He was utterly overjoyed.

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