HTLCCBFT Chapter 54

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 54

Before going to sleep, Oliver couldn’t help but recall how he had planned to spend the day leisurely that morning, finding it somewhat amusing now.

…He hadn’t managed to do that at all.

In the morning, he inspected the fields, diagnosed the reason for the slow growth of the potatoes, and then gave a public lesson to his subordinates about companion planting of crops.

In the afternoon, not only did he end up petting the chickens, but he also fished until he nearly exhausted his stamina bar. In the evening, he taught the craftsmen how to make compost bins.

“My dear Cat God.”

Oliver rarely felt this drowsy.

As soon as he overcame his psychological barrier, he eagerly retrieved the beckoning cat statue from his game backpack.

The stern-faced golden cat was placed by the lord at the head of the bed, in its usual position facing where the lord would lie down.

Oliver casually stroked its smooth head, let out a small yawn, and closed his eyes.

His voice, heavy with fatigue, was still pleasant enough to make anyone’s ears tingle: “Good night.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the day’s settlement panel popped up before his eyes.

The experience points for all other professional skills remained unchanged, and the Fishing level was still stuck at level 2.

However, after his afternoon fishing session, the Fishing experience bar had visibly jumped up a significant amount, reaching 45%.

Since his fishing skills were quite good, Oliver showed little interest in the fishing assistance buffs and tools provided by leveling up Fishing.

He only glanced at the interface before closing it.

But just when he thought he would lose consciousness as usual, waiting for the game system’s built-in “6 o’clock” to arrive the next day before naturally waking up…

A golden light flashed before his eyes.

Before Oliver could even process what it was, he briefly lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, when he “woke up,” he found himself in the golden temple he had visited once before.

“Huh?”

Oliver blinked in surprise, feeling somewhat strange.

This embarrassing erotic dream that exposed his hidden kinks… actually had a sequel?

Just like last time, everything here felt peculiar.

Rationally, he knew this was illusory, but all the sensory feedback felt completely real.

He stood on clouds, surrounded by nothing but whiteness.

There were no people, nor did the “God’s” voice appear like last night.

Oliver tried to wake himself up but couldn’t.

Clearly, aside from venturing deeper into this golden temple, he probably had no other choice.

After mentally preparing himself for a while, Oliver decided to enter this place that likely hid a cat-eared youth transformed from the beckoning cat statue…

…to face those unspeakable fantasies of his.

He walked forward at a steady pace, his soft boots stepping on the golden floor tiles without making any sound in the magnificent temple.

It remained so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

These small discoveries that defied common sense always reminded Oliver that this was just his dream.

After what felt like a long time, he finally reached the depths of the temple again.

Unlike last night’s process where golden light gradually transformed from a cat shape into a human form, this time in the bedroom with familiar decor, he…

He saw a tall, slender humanoid silhouette made of light.

As expected.

Oliver let out a somewhat embarrassed inner sigh.

This person transformed from the cat statue… had cat ears and a cat tail.

The other’s face was obscured by shimmering golden light, so he couldn’t clearly make out their features.

But just from the excellent physique and the careless elegance exuded by their relaxed posture, anyone witnessing this scene would be left with the impression of a “young beauty.”

Wait.

No, that’s not right.

Oliver quickly corrected his thoughts.

Having passed through many cities along his journey and seen numerous statues enshrined in temples, he had some understanding of the beliefs of people in this era.

Beautiful things in the human world were praised as “meticulous creations of God,” and the deities’ appearances were, of course, supposed to be flawless and beautiful.

However, more than their striking looks, it was the immense divine power, the unassailable aura, the aloof and arrogant demeanor, and the unpredictable temper displayed in religious stories that made believers worship in awe.

This “deity” conjured from his imagination was completely different from those cold, lofty gods.

Though he couldn’t see its face clearly, its posture was relaxed and leisurely.

It sat with long legs crossed, very much at ease, on what should have been Oliver’s bed.

Huh?

Oliver was taken aback.

As he moved closer, he realized the other wasn’t sitting on the bed but on… the wooden headboard.

That is, the spot where he had placed the cat god statue.

Just as Oliver marveled at how his dream even paid attention to such details, the cat-eared humanoid figure of light finally spoke.

…………

…… Oliver……

…… sit……

…… by my side……

……

Oliver didn’t resist, complying with the summons of the cat-eared youth he had imagined, and sat down on the bed.

The two “individuals” sat quietly facing each other.

Though he couldn’t see the other’s specific appearance or capture the details of their expression, he could clearly sense that the other was gazing at him.

Oliver gradually relaxed.

It’s truly incredible, he thought.

He had already labeled himself as someone who couldn’t even resist a small cat statue, yet it turned out he still had some integrity.

Not only had he not imagined the other’s specific appearance, but his hidden desire was actually just to sit quietly and purely with the cat-eared youth?

Perhaps it had been too long since he encountered someone he could speak honestly with, and his subconscious yearned so deeply for communication that it conjured such a cute and harmless confidant.

Oliver openly analyzed his own mindset, wondering why he would have such a bizarre dream.

And at that moment, the golden, shimmering cat-eared youth spoke again.

……

…… pet[mfn]摸 (mō) can mean “touch,” “feel,” or “pat/pet” depending on context, and depending how dirty your mind is in this case I guess[/mfn]……

……

Oliver froze.

“…what?”

He blinked, bewildered, and met the “Cat God’s” gaze.

Sensing his confusion, the newborn deity, who was gradually gaining the divine power to think about more complex matters, couldn’t help but grow a bit anxious.

Its divine power was limited. After a long day of accumulation, it had finally managed to bring its beloved believer through a dream to stand before it, as it still couldn’t leave the divine realm.

Speaking smoothly and coherently still consumed too much divine power.

But when He thought of the scenes captured by the wisp of divine sense left by the other’s side while He was asleep and gathering strength, he couldn’t help but stubbornly continue trying.

……

…… pet……

…… pet me……

……

Oliver, finally understanding what he’d heard: “…..”

So he really was just a filthy-minded adult after all?

Considering himself the master of this dream, he still tried to steer this yellow-and-white desire toward the direction of “my moral integrity remains intact.” [mfn] In Chinese slang, “yellow” (黄) refers to anything lewd or pornographic—thus terms like “yellow books” (黄书, erotic publications) or “yellow jokes” (黄段子, dirty jokes). The color became linked with indecency in the early 20th century. [/mfn]

Perhaps as a sequel to the dream, what his subconscious most wanted to do was pet a truly well-behaved cat.

“I understand.”

Oliver smiled slightly and reached out toward the other with a calm heart.

He had originally thought that the Cat God was just a mass of light and shadow, impossible to touch even in a dream—just an imaginary pat would suffice.

But he never expected that as soon as he extended his hand, the other lowered their upper body, which was much taller than his even while sitting, just like a real little cat waiting for its owner’s affection, obediently bowing their head.

Oliver’s heart suddenly trembled, and his hand stiffened slightly.

Thump thump.

“…Cat… how exactly do you pet a cat again?”

Even if it was just a pretend pat, he really couldn’t bring himself to actually use his index finger to gently stroke the other’s chin.

So he slightly changed the direction of his gesture and moved toward those slightly pointed, delicate cat ears.

What Oliver didn’t expect was that just as his fingertip was about to touch the fuzzy-edged, fluffy-looking ear bathed in golden light, the other happened to nuzzle closer in his direction.

So the next moment, he truly and genuinely touched that ear.

Oliver blinked in surprise.

The perky, pointed little ear, still shrouded in light and shadow, was not only tangible but also felt… surprisingly good.

Fluffy, warm, soft, and elastic.

It even quivered slightly under his gentle touch.

Perhaps because he had been petting chicks a lot lately, Oliver had only intended to tentatively touch it.

But the other remained in a half-leaning, half-crouching posture, fully displaying their body’s extreme flexibility, utterly unwilling to move away easily.

He couldn’t resist either and gently stroked it a few more times.

Press down, springs back, gives a little twitch.

Brush aside, sways back, gives a little twitch.

In response to his actions, the golden, glowing Cat God slowly reacted.

Although apart from the ears temporarily formed by divine power, the rest of his body still couldn’t physically touch Oliver’s soul…

But with his sensitive ears being pet, he naturally followed his instincts and comfortably crouched down on the spot.

Just like a real cat, he contentedly rested his head on his master’s lap, ears trembling slightly, symbolizing his current good mood.

Replacing his crouching body, his slightly curled long tail rose high, swaying leisurely from side to side.

Heavens.

Oliver silently groaned.

He really wanted to touch it.

If not for his remaining rationality reminding him that a cat’s tail shouldn’t be touched recklessly, he might not have been able to resist.

Indeed, dreams are always the hateful things that best probe the deepest desires of one’s heart.

Just as Oliver was struggling fiercely against his own impulses, the Cat God in his imagination suddenly rolled over, as if staring at him and spoke slowly.

……

…… pet……

…… pet me……

…… don’t……

…… pet the chicks……

……

Even in his dreams, could his cat be so easily jealous?

After hearing its words, Oliver couldn’t help but suppress a laugh and said: “That’s won’t do. The chicks are very cute too. I really want to pet it, what should I do?”

The newborn god, who had just made Its first request to Its believer only to be flatly refused, froze on the spot.

He remained motionless, his pair of ears slowly drooping, falling into a prolonged silence with barely concealed disappointment.

What… should he do?

Oliver gazed at those expressive ears — twitching like emotion detectors — and thought that the Cat God in his dream was simply too adorable.

—If only I could continue dreaming about this tomorrow night.

Though he wished for it, Oliver didn’t really expect to be that lucky.

Feeling he was about to wake up, he deliberately asked, “Why don’t you want me to pet the chicks?”

The god sounded displeased.

Then, emphasizing each word carefully, It declared:

……

…… because……

…… you are…… mine……

…… My…… believer……

…… Mine……

Oliver patiently waited for the answer, about to smile and tease this serious cat again, when he heard the other switch to an extremely solemn and serious tone.

……

…… You…… pet……

…… them……

…… you must…… pet me too……

…… every day……

…… pet……

……

His words were still spoken with difficulty, sounding broken and intermittent.

But he still conveyed his wish with the utmost sincerity.

“As you wish,” He watched his beautiful believer say with a smile, speaking the sweet words he most wanted to hear: “thank you for being so understanding. My dearest, one and only Cat God.”

Hmm…

He thought, he was satisfied.

For now.

Time passed quickly, and he realized the spare divine power he could utilize was nearly depleted.

As he sent his beloved follower back to the human realm, he suddenly remembered something.

So, at the moment of parting with the “Cat God,” Oliver clearly heard the serious warning from the other:

…… An…… enemy……
…… is approaching……

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