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Heavy torrential rains, tsunamis, earthquakes, extreme glacial cold, severe droughts, and the never-ending onslaught of monster invasions.
Having been given a second chance at life, Mi Miaomiao successfully saved the group of stray cats he grew up with, just as he had wished. Just as he and his similarly reincarnated, socially anxious owner were preparing to “kidnap” the cats and flee far away from human bases to survive on their own, they were suddenly forcibly bound to a City-Building System.
Thus, a city belonging entirely to mutated animals and plants was erected amidst the ruins. A mountain-sized mutated banyan tree serves as the base’s amusement park, where ten-meter-tall mutated animals can swing on swings that soar a thousand meters high. Even the city gates come in nine different sizes—the smallest being a mere ten centimeters wide.
Here, food is abundant, energy crystals are never-short, and life is stable enough for everyone to freely build their own cozy nests. Far removed from the cutthroat infighting of human bases, Mi Miaomiao nevertheless finds himself living like a frantic firefighter:
Guard 1: “City Lord! The mutated ants’ city was knocked down by the black bear again!”
Guard 2: “City Lord! The newly arrived mutated marine clan is secretly dumping salt into the lake!”
Guard 3: “City Lord! The mutated banyan tree says it needs to do some pest control…”
Guards 4, 5, 6…
Once things finally settled down, Mi Miaomiao began to wonder if he could find a suitable partner to raise a litter of kittens with. To his utter shock, his “Big Brother” actually confessed to him. It wants to mate with me?!
In the beginning, Miaomiao rejected the idea outright: “There is a nine-meter difference in our sizes! Just licking your fur once would exhaust me.”
Looking down at his own ten-meter-long white giant cat body, Xuan Yu’s green eyes grew dim. He silently went back to work hard on leveling up.
Half a month later, a cold, handsome young man with black hair and green eyes appeared before the big cat, holding a comb: “We can date now. I can brush your fur every day.” Receiving no immediate response, those green eyes welled up with a misty layer of unshed tears. His black tail drooped as he insisted softly, “You can have me brush it as many times a day as you want…”
