Chapter 328: Chapter 230 Cat God_2
“Floey, please prepare another serving of spicy seared mackerel…uh, add more spices, less salt…”
As Chen Lun spoke, a small white cat perched on his hat displayed a mocking expression.
Floey appeared quite surprised.
She knew Chen Lun did not like eating fish.
Floey didn’t ask further, simply nodding lightly.
Just then, the small white cat leaned forward and whispered quietly into Chen Lun’s ear.
Chen Lun flinched, then uncontrollably stepped forward, pulling Floey into his embrace.
“Thank you for your efforts, Floey.”
His voice was low yet filled with emotion.
Floey’s body stiffened.
But the next second, her cheeks reddened, her body softened, and she gently leaned into Chen Lun’s embrace.
“No need to be so formal, I’ll do well.”
Chen Lun moved closer to her light blonde hair and gently kissed it.
Floey’s expression froze, her small hands clenched and then relaxed.
The small white cat sitting on Chen Lun’s hat clapped its paws, giggling.
But Floey seemed completely unaware of it.
The small white cat was eating the spicy seared mackerel from a plate, making indistinct noises, while Chen Lun had turned his black hat into a motionless small hippo and was sitting on its back, looking distressedly at the Cat God.
“Why the glum face? I’m helping you!”
The small white cat, face smeared, confidently stated with hands on hips.
“Your Majesty, the Cat God, do you usually help your believers…propagate their lineage ?”
Chen Lun sighed softly, asking aloud.
“I’m not that idle… I’m very busy! You should be grateful, you know? Have more children to repay me, hmm, the few dozen I mentioned earlier are too few, make it a hundred!”
The small white cat jumped onto Chen Lun, using the corner of his white shirt to wipe its mouth.
Chen Lun dared not express anger nor speak, only allowing the other to manipulate him as it pleased.
He shoved aside Maggie’s words about having a hundred kids; was that even humanly possible?
“Back to the matter at hand.”
The small white cat, having eaten and drunk its fill, cleaned its mouth.
“Although the current Pope of the Sun Church is a waste, the former Pope Martin was not simple. Hold tight to the gloves you have, don’t let them take it back… It relates to your destiny, whether you can truly hold it in your own hands.”
Chen Lun realized the gravity of the situation, unable to help but inquire aloud.
“Since you have embarked on this path, you are inevitably caught in the ‘Ring of Destiny’; it’s destined… Only by ascending to a High Sequence do you qualify to break free, otherwise, your sole purpose in life is to act as a ‘pawn’.”
“Forget it, I say too much and you wouldn’t understand. After all, I can only help so much; you must rely on yourself…”
Chen Lun was shocked, controlling his expression.
‘To follow the Path of Destiny is to be destined to become a pawn?’
“May I ask… is Mr. Philip still alive…?”
Chen Lun asked, a question that had lingered in his mind for a long time. Since the Transcendents of the Destiny Faction are all manipulated by destiny, what then was the outcome for his mentor Philip?
Even with the assistance of the Nature Faction’s angels, Cat God Maggie Milna, did he still die?
“Philip ascended to a High Sequence successfully, ultimately challenging destiny but failed…”
“So you could receive his legacy, the Book of Wonderland that replicated the Dream Realm is all his accumulation; if you fully assimilate it, you might avoid many detours… maybe even break free.”
Upon hearing her words, Chen Lun had even more questions, his mood heavily subdued.
‘Even Philip failed…?’
Chen Lun remained silent for a few seconds.
“Your Majesty Maggie, can you tell me who is manipulating my destiny?”
“The tragic playwright ‘Howard’, Sequence Three—Dramatist, that’s all I can tell you…”
The small white cat said.
Chen Lun was not surprised.
Those who can manipulate destiny are surely high-ranking Transcendents, and he also learned what path he must follow in the future.
‘Howard… the Dramatist… I never heard of him in my past life; just what kind of existence is he, and what is his purpose?’
Chen Lun clenched his fists in secret.
“The immediate priority, you should advance to Sequence Six as quickly as possible.”
The small white cat patted his thigh.
“No other reason, at least you’d be quite fast when running… Both the Sun Church and the Red Apple Church will soon launch a manhunt against you, don’t die, alright.”
After speaking, Maggie was preparing to leave.
Chen Lun, somewhat anxious and disregarding his pride, blurted out:
“Your Majesty Maggie, could you possibly tell me any clues about the Supernatural Knowledge of Sequence Six? Even a tiny bit would be appreciated…!”
If Maggie were to leave, he didn’t know when he would next be able to contact her; he wanted to take this opportunity to get some more help from this angel.
The small white cat rolled its eyes in disdain.
“It’s in the Immortal Realm…”
After a moment’s thought, it gently waved its paw.
“Never mind, I’ll directly tell you the location.”
A golden raindrop fell from the sky, landing on Chen Lun’s head, and immediately, a golden sprout the size of a finger emerged.
Suddenly, new information flooded Chen Lun’s mind.
It was the exact location of six wooden houses in the Immortal Realm, scattered across the gloomy plains.
‘Good grief… Philip really didn’t make it easy, splitting a piece of Supernatural Knowledge into six parts; it’s going to take a long time to find them all!’