PSW Chapter 41: All Satisfied

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Bastet didn't know where it was.

Above its head stretched a starry sky and the Milky Way, while beneath its feet lay a mirror-like water surface, reflecting the celestial bodies above. The stars appeared both high and near, tilting as if they were within reach.

Due to the water’s reflection, one could almost mistake the mirrored sky beneath for the true sky.

A dark lump sat crouched on the water's surface, with faint ripples spreading outward from its body. A cool breeze passed through the tranquil, double-starred night, rustling the black tips of Bess’s fur. It felt like an invisible hand, infinitely gentle, brushing lightly over its body in a ticklish caress.

The pitch-black Lord Cat closed its eyes, feeling the cool breeze, as if it could catch a hint of moisture in the air.

"So beautiful~" it sighed, while the water surface rippled slightly, as if feeling pleased with itself.

"It's just like—" Bastet drew out its voice, its furry face assuming a deep contemplative expression. After humming for a good while, it raised its paw, pretending to snap its claws even though it couldn't, and commented in a low, pretentious tone, "Just like my Hua— computer wallpaper, high-end, classy, and top-notch!"

The water: "..."

Bastet: "Faced with such a breathtaking scene, this noble cat can't help but compose a poem: Ah~ a bunch of big stars in the sky, and on the water, still a bunch of big stars—hmm, they're all damn gorillas! Hohohohoho! So poetic, so poetic!"

The water: "..."

The once-tranquil water surface seemed to have been agitated by all the "big gorillas," suddenly rippling furiously in excitement, sending out waves.

The pitch-black Lord Cat curiously stared at the water beneath its bottom, watching as angry waves spread out and water droplets leaped up like boiling water.

"Wow, this is fun."

Bastet excitedly jumped up and started smacking the water surface with its paws.

Slap slap slap!

Slap slap slap!

Slap slap slap!

So wet, and such a loud sound! Bastet blushed under its fur and let out a mischievous chuckle, winking at the water, "You're so naughty~"

The water: "..." Naughty your grandpa!

The once-picture-perfect water surface instantly transformed into something like boiling hot water, bubbling furiously and splashing all over Bastet, drenching it from head to tail.

It wasn’t hot, but Bastet, once a sleek and furry black cat, was now soaked like a drowned rat—or rather, an incredibly ugly, wet bear-like cat.

At that moment, a human figure slowly formed out of the water—a woman, standing coldly above it. Her gaze swept over the extra folds on the cat’s belly, and she smirked.

"Heh."

A single sound, dripping with mockery.

Bastet: "..."

Enraged by her ridicule, Bastet shook off the water from its fur, widened its cat eyes, and tried to look fierce like a little wet rat.

"Meow!"

So what if I'm fat?!

This noble cat’s chubbiness comes from feasting on the finest delicacies! Every roll of fat is worth money!

Bastet was a short-haired black cat, pampered in the royal palace by Yofar. The maids were terrified it might not eat enough, indulging it daily. Even its goat milk was sweetened with syrup and freshly boiled. Compared to other cats of the same breed, Bastes was a bit more... substantial. Other cats might look chubby when wet, but Bastet? Solid mass.

The woman eyed the feisty little furball with an amused smirk.

She had an incredibly well-proportioned, curvaceous figure—like a sultry goddess from the West. Her large, upturned amber eyes resembled those of a cat. She wore a one-shoulder, fitted white dress that draped down to her calves. Her honey-toned skin was healthy and taut. She was tall—taller than most men. With her arms crossed, standing above the water, she looked like a statue of a divine goddess in an ancient temple.

She gazed down at Bastet from above. "Aren't you afraid, little thing?"

Bastet hesitated for a moment, then smacked its lips and plopped onto the ground, twitching its back leg to scratch its ear. "Afraid? I'm already dead, what’s there to fear? Isn't this Egypt’s underworld? Are you Anubis or something? Wait, Anubis is supposed to have a jackal’s head, right?"

The woman’s lips twitched. "…Anubis has a jackal’s head!" Anubis absolutely hated it when people called it a dog’s head. "Besides, this isn’t the Sea of the Dead, nor is it Osiris’ realm of the deceased. As a cat deity, you carry the power I granted you, making you one of my subordinate spirits. When your life was waning, the Book of the Dead accepted you, and the divine aura activated a resurrection spell left behind by Osiris—also known as the Rite of Rebirth."

Bastet: "Meow?" What subordinate spirit? What resurrection spell? Holy crap, you're the Moon Goddess?!

The woman nodded. "Who else did you think I was, little thing? Your soul comes from the future, yet you dared to take over my apostle’s body." The real Bastet sneered. "If Ra hadn’t insisted on keeping you…"

She left her sentence unfinished, but it was clear it wouldn’t have been anything pleasant.

Bastet instinctively tucked its tail between its legs and guiltily shuffled its paws against the water surface. It was in the wrong here. Just as it was about to explain, the Moon Goddess impatiently clicked her tongue.

"Enough, just speak human language. I’ve been listening to cat meows for years, and I’m sick of it."

"But I’m not human, how could I—whoa!" Bastet licked its lips in disbelief. Still a cat mouth, but—"I can speak human language?!"

A talking cat?! That’s insane…

"Of course." The Moon Goddess raised an eyebrow. "I’m a deity. Making a cat talk is nothing."

Bastet, having grown up in a world of science: "..." Suddenly felt like converting to religion and hugging a divine thigh.

The Moon Goddess waved her hand dismissively. "I know what you’re thinking. Save the nonsense and listen carefully. You can be revived through the Rite of Rebirth, but that ritual grants new life only to those with divine blood and presence—my apostles. Their souls shape their forms. But you’re different. Your soul and body don’t match."

She frowned, sounding irritated. "I originally planned to extract your soul and destroy it, then resurrect my apostle."

She finished speaking and glared at Bastet, who gulped nervously. Just as Bastet was debating whether to run, she added, "But Ra disagreed. More importantly, in the Hall of Heroes, a certain pharaoh’s spirit was extremely insistent about your revival. Too much trouble. So I gave up."

Bastet was puzzled. "A pharaoh’s spirit?"

The Moon Goddess: "Yofar Memphis. Your master."

Bastet’s heart clenched. "Yofar is dead?!"

"Why are you shouting?" The Moon Goddess’ expression remained cold. "In your time, of course, he’s not dead. You are in the realm of gods—past, future, and present do not exist here. The Hall of Heroes houses the spirits of all pharaohs acknowledged by Ra. The Yofar there is the Yofar from your world's future."

As a spatial researcher, Bastet quickly understood and let out a small sigh of relief. However, he soon tensed up again. "So what are you going to do with me?" This goddess looked fierce and difficult to deal with—she was practically a lioness. Would she beat him up?

The goddess looked at him with disdain. "Ra thinks you should continue using the cat’s body as my apostle, but I don’t want that."

The little black lump: "…" You think I want to be your apostle? Hmph!

The goddess continued, "Your master, the one in the Hall of Heroes, wants you to use the resurrection spell to become human, according to your soul."

Bastet’ heart turned sour at the mention of Yofar, feeling complicated emotions welling up inside. "Yofar still remembers me even after becoming a heroic spirit...?"

Didn’t he starve me to death? Why save me now?

"How would I know? He insists that you become human and return to his past. He is a stubborn and dark heroic spirit. I do not want to incur his wrath."

"Then…?"

Bastet looked at the Moon Goddess before him. The goddess waved her hand and casually flipped her hair. "Me? I can’t be bothered to think about such troublesome matters."

She walked over gracefully and lifted Bastet by the scruff of his neck. Seeing the little black cat nervously curling up all four of his paws, she smirked mysteriously.

She said, "Heh, isn’t the solution simple? Just fulfill both of their requests~"

Bastet: "???"

His little pink flower twitched nervously. The grand cat lord suddenly had a very, very bad feeling!

In a desolate town, inside a small tavern—

Bart, who had boasted to Saya earlier, sat in a chair with one foot propped against the seat’s edge. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the thick Book of the Dead lying on the table.

Opposite him sat the tavern owners, a couple with sharp gazes. Before the fall of their nation, they had been Saya’s retainers. Now, they ran this tavern as a base, gathering intelligence for their former master.

After tapping for a while, Bart lazily asked, "That king is chasing after us?"

"Yes," the woman in the couple said in a low voice. "We deliberately sent assassins to draw attention, then hired a thief to steal the Book of the Dead, disguising it as an unknown force simply seeking the book. This way, the Pharaoh wouldn’t suspect anything. We made sure to be careful—he won’t find out. We also left the thief alive, giving him enough money to splurge nearby. Our people have already secretly leaked his location. Once the Pharaoh hunts him down, we can…"

The woman’s face darkened as she made a silencing gesture with her hand.

From the beginning, their goal in stealing the Book of the Dead and putting it up for auction was to lure the Pharaoh into a trap. As long as they could kill that cursed Yofar Memphis II, they could restore their nation!

Thinking about their past glory, the couple’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Tch, what a hassle." Bart tapped the Book of the Dead, looking down on these scheming types. Hmph, in the end, it was still up to a strong fighter like him to do the dirty work.

Just as he was thinking this, Bart’s gaze swept over the book and suddenly froze. The blood-red gemstones embedded in its four corners had faded in an instant, turning into dull gray stones!

Bart kicked his chair away and stood up abruptly, pressing his palm against the book. He frantically tried to pry out the stones. "What the hell?! What’s happening?!"

The Book of the Dead was surrounded by terrifying legends. As an Egyptian, Bart instinctively feared this object.

"What do you mean, what’s happening?"

The tavern couple flinched at his reaction, standing up in confusion.

Bart growled, "Are you blind?! The gems on the book have lost their color!"

The couple quickly rubbed at the stones, but no dust came off. The gems had genuinely faded to gray. Their faces turned grim, and they exchanged horrified glances.

"Damn it! Something’s wrong!"

While Bart and the other rebels were panicking, in a modest inn somewhere—

A young boy sat up in bed. He yanked the blanket over his bare body, his black triangular cat ears twitching and flicking.

The boy stretched lazily and pulled out the tip of his tail from underneath him. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned and grinned at the person beside the bed.

The man—Az—was frozen stiff, his mouth slightly open. The piece of bread he had been holding in his mouth fell to the floor.

The boy flashed two small sharp fangs and waved. "Yo~"

Az: "…"

Az: (ΩДΩ)

A—A cat turned into a human! Ahhhhhhh!

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[Author’s Note: Small Theater]

Yofar: Where am I?

Stupid author: You’re still on your journey to find your wife. You think you can take my cat son back so easily? Dream on!

Yofar: …

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