Transmigrated Into the Body of a Sickly Villain's Kitten - Chapter 1

Mount Wuqi, South China.

It was the height of spring in March, with lush green grass covering the landscape. In the back hills, a “battle” was quietly unfolding.

Fu Rou, trembling, hid behind a black-and-white cat with a patch of black fur on its head, staring at the two robust white cats in front of her.

“Brother Ping Tou, what are they trying to do?”

“Claiming territory.”

The cat Fu Rou called Brother Ping Tou looked extremely serious, his fur standing on end as he tried to intimidate the two white cats.

“You two, newcomers? Seems like you don’t quite understand the rules,” one of the white cats stepped forward, baring its sharp fangs.

The other white cat chimed in, “Big Bro, both of them are new faces.”

“So that’s how it is.”

The leading white cat narrowed its eyes and let out a few loud meows.

Before long, several more white cats of varying sizes and appearances appeared behind him.

It looked like a gang fight was about to break out.

“The back hills of Mount Wuqi are our turf. We didn’t bother with you before since you’re new, but this stream belongs to our boss. You’ve been catching fish here every day without offering any, does that seem fair?”

Ah, so they were here to collect protection fees.

Brother Ping Tou remained unfazed and even tried to reason with them. “When we arrived, we didn’t smell any scent markings around here, so this area should be unclaimed. How can you say it belongs to your boss?”

The white cats exchanged glances, then looked at their leader.

Feeling embarrassed, the leader raised his voice, “Looks like you’re refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!”

Well, since reasoning failed, a fight was about to start.

The cats stood off against each other, the tension palpable and ready to explode at any moment.

Brother Ping Tou sensed trouble and whispered to Fu Rou behind him, “If they charge, start meowing at them.”

“Huh??”

“Meow! Don’t you know how to meow?!”

“Uh, will meowing a couple of times really help?”

“How will you know if you don’t try!”

The group of white cats closed in, surrounding Fu Rou and Brother Ping Tou, their pupils narrowing with excitement as if they’d found a fun new toy.

Fu Rou was just a one-month-old kitten. Meowing wasn’t hard for her, but her voice was too soft and sweet, there was no way it could intimidate these thuggish cats!

Although she’d seen plenty of cat fights before, she’d always been just a spectator, finding it amusing.

Now, being in the thick of it, the threat from this gang of white cats felt terrifying.

Wahhh, how did things end up like this?!

As the white cats pressed closer, Fu Rou and Brother Ping Tou slowly retreated until their backs were against a thick tree trunk.

They had nowhere left to run.

If a fight broke out, Fu Rou and Brother Ping Tou would surely be at a disadvantage, with no chance of winning.

Fu Rou’s heart raced wildly. From the tension, her soft, snow-white fur puffed up, making her look like a saber-toothed tiger, somewhat intimidating, in a way.

So, even though she knew meowing wouldn’t help, Fu Rou still…

“Meow~ Mew!”

“…”

The moment she opened her mouth, Fu Rou knew she was doomed.

She had never been a cat before and truly didn’t know how to meow in a way that would intimidate others. She thought she had mustered up enough “ferocity,” but who would have guessed her meow would come out so weak and feeble?

But…

Upon hearing Fu Rou’s two “feeble” meows, the group of white cats scattered in a flash, leaving behind only a few fleeting white shadows.

To an onlooker, it would have seemed like a comical and somewhat ridiculous scene: a group of adorable cats preparing for a brawl, only to be frightened off by the meow of a tiny kitten.

They had been huddled together, meowing at each other for a long time, and then a small, weak kitten hiding at the back let out a soft, timid meow. Instantly, the fur on the white cats bristled, and they turned and fled.

It was truly bizarre.

Fu Rou also found the whole situation baffling.

“Brother Ping Tou, how did you know that meowing twice would make them run away?”

Only after the white cats had fled did Brother Ping Tou finally let out a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the clueless kitten beside him and said helplessly, “I was just taking a chance. Come on, let’s go catch some fish.”

“Oh, okay.”

From the peak of Wuqi Mountain, a small stream flowed downward, gathering halfway up the mountain into a crescent-shaped pool known as the Crescent Moon Pool.

There was a barrier around the Crescent Moon Pool, and none of the creatures on Wuqi Mountain dared to approach it casually. Fu Rou only learned about the place after Brother Ping Tou mentioned it.

When they fished at the foot of the mountain, they only caught a few stragglers that had escaped from the Crescent Moon Pool. Though the catch was meager, it was enough to fill their bellies.

Fu Rou had been transported into this world for over twenty days. At first, she wasn’t accustomed to this way of foraging for food, but fortunately, Brother Ping Tou had taken her in and shared his food, saving her from starvation.

Although Fu Rou’s greatest dream had always been to become a cat, the kind of cat she envisioned was one that could laze around, eat well, and receive endless affection simply by being cute.

Others who traveled to different worlds often became key figures who stirred up storms, but who would have thought she would end up as a tiny, newborn stray kitten?

A young kitten couldn’t eat much. With no milk to drink in the mountains, Fu Rou had to survive by lapping up dew, slurping a few transparent fry that drifted downstream from the Crescent Moon Pool, and occasionally sharing the fish Brother Ping Tou managed to catch.

Fu Rou was deeply grateful to Brother Ping Tou. If it weren’t for him guiding her survival in these mountains, she might have been trampled to death by those burly white cats long ago.

Once she grew stronger, she would repay him by catching plenty of fish for him!

As night deepened and the dew grew heavy, the two cats returned to a dry, withered tree. The tree’s branches were covered in green vines, and a hollow in the trunk, which might have once been a bird’s nest, now served as their resting spot.

A cat’s life seemed simple: wake up, groom, and then set out to find food. On sunny days, they would climb to a high spot to bask in the sun; on rainy days, they would stay in their nest, watching raindrops fall on the green leaves.

Life was simple, peaceful, and slow.

Before being transported here, Fu Rou had been the owner of a cat café.

For over twenty years, her greatest love had been cats.

As a child, she had been so fond of a cat near her school that she tried to play with it, only to end up with a few bloody scratches on her hand. Even as she was taken to the hospital for a rabies vaccine, she couldn’t stop smiling, thinking about how soft and lovely the cat’s fur had felt.

After her parents passed away in an accident when she grew up, Fu Rou used a large inheritance to open a cat café. The shop housed over twenty cats, and Fu Rou stayed busy every day.

Cleaning, tidying up, and bathing the cats, though hectic, her heart felt incredibly fulfilled.

Watching the cats stretch lazily, Fu Rou often thought to herself: If only I could become a cat one day, free from worries, just knowing how to act cute and lick my paws, sleeping eighteen hours a day, living each day with pure joy.

Now, she had truly become a cat.

And she could sleep for a long time.

During these days, Brother Ping Tou had told Fu Rou many stories about Mount Wuqi.

Every night before falling asleep, Brother Ping Tou would casually chat about this and that, and Fu Rou would let it go in one ear and out the other, treating it all as bedtime stories.

But tonight, what Brother Ping Tou shared seemed a bit unusual.

This was the first time Fu Rou had heard Brother Ping Tou mention the master of Mount Wuqi.

Mount Wuqi was the last spiritual mountain in the world, and its master lived in a villa at the summit. The reason there were so many cats in the back mountain was that people who wanted to gain the master’s power but didn’t dare approach directly had sent them there.

Back in the day, the master of Mount Wuqi had a white cat by his side, deeply cherished, but for some unknown reason, it suddenly disappeared.

The master of Mount Wuqi was sealed away by various immortal sects. Some coveted his power and the mountain’s spiritual energy, so they devised ways to curry favor with him.

The mountain was filled with numerous barriers that ordinary people couldn’t pass through, but later, it was discovered that cats could enter these barriers.

Not only that, but some cats even gained spiritual awareness after entering Mount Wuqi and could even cultivate.

From then on, people continuously sent white cats to Mount Wuqi, which explained why there were so many cats in the back mountain.

Now Fu Rou understood.

So, it was a case of the “replacement trope.”

But why did she feel like this plot was somewhat familiar?

“Then why were you sent here?”

Fu Rou’s gaze fell on Brother Pingtou’s head.

Brother Pingtou had only a black patch on his forehead, while the rest of him was pure white.

“Ahem, maybe those people made a mistake and didn’t notice.”

Fu Rou didn’t say anything more. She was tired and soon fell asleep after closing her eyes.

In her dream, she was still the owner of the cat café.

The customers who came to pet the cats all had a good relationship with her. In others’ eyes, the cat café owner was beautiful and had a great personality, so naturally, people were willing to befriend her.

One day, a female customer recommended a recently popular comic to Fu Rou.

“This comic is adapted from a novel by a famous yuri writer on Jinjiang Literature City.” The two female leads are a pear blossom spirit and a human alchemist. A love that transcends species, it’s so touching! The art style is amazing too. Want to take a look?”

Fu Rou had a feeling this was a test.

After all, the customer’s eyes had already given it away.

She smiled and said, “I might not be very interested in yuri comics.””

“Oh, I see.”

The customer looked a bit disappointed as she went to clean the litter boxes, while Fu Rou chuckled softly and turned to take care of the cats.

That evening, after closing the cat café, Fu Rou sat at the counter and made herself a cup of milk. She opened her laptop and searched for the comic recommended by a female customer earlier that day.

The comic had only released up to its seventh chapter. Fu Rou wasn’t particularly drawn to the two main characters, but she found herself captivated by a character whose art style was ethereal yet alluring.

This character had a cold and proud expression, with black hair, dark eyes, and pale, porcelain-like skin. Her crimson lips were enticing, and a small dark-red mole rested on her eyelid. She wore a deep blue gauze dress, its sleeves fluttering in the wind, revealing glimpses of her long legs. A golden pearl dangled from her ankle.

Fu Rou: “Hey, wifey.”

Under the seventh chapter, there were comments:

[Ahhhhhhh, my favorite goddess has appeared!!]

[Look at that aura, that beauty, those gorgeous legs, I’m calling her wifey right away!]

[Whimper… Is that a cute little kitty next to her? Is it giving wifey a buff?]

[In the novel, this pairing is my absolute favorite, a big villain with an adorable little cat following her around. It hits all the right spots for me!]

Oh? A villain?

Fu Rou clicked over to Jinjiang and found the novel, immediately subscribing to the full story.

The next day, Fu Rou’s cat café remained closed.

With swollen, red-rimmed eyes, she made sure all the cats were settled before heading home, where she cried into her blankets.

The villain and her cat had such a tragic story.

Not only was the villain sealed away, but her cat also went missing.

The protagonists’ plot armor was just too overpowering. Even though the cat tried to help the villain, what bad intentions could a little kitten possibly have? How could it even understand right from wrong? The protagonists even deceived the cat, how despicable!

The author replied: “Boss, wait for me.”

About a month later, the yuri author posted on Weibo that she had finished the outline for Shi Yao and the cat’s story, had opened pre-orders, and would begin serialization soon.

Fu Rou was overjoyed.

However,

Before she could wait for the yuri author to start publishing, Fu Rou transmigrated into a cat.

Another new day arrived, with heavy mist blanketing the mountain forest. After waking up, Fu Rou licked her paws a little and prepared to follow the honey badger to the stream to watch him forage for food.

But just as she and the honey badger were about to leave the tree hollow, she spotted a pair of beautiful, slender feet.

Dangling from the person’s ankle was a golden pearl the size of a pigeon’s egg.