HTLCCBFT Chapter 151

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 151

Just as Oliver couldn’t help thinking, “Fickleness truly is a trait shared by both cats and humans,” his peripheral vision caught a hazy golden mist drifting in through the window like starlight.

—It was the Cat God.

As soon as he looked over, the wispy golden mist skillfully coalesced.

The tall, straight-backed blond youth once again appeared before him.

His facial features were more handsome and profound than the most perfect sculpture, with faint golden light shimmering in the deep-set eyes beneath his brow. The beautiful blond hair, identical in color to the Lord’s but much shorter, appeared meticulously combed without a single strand out of place. A pair of fluffy cat ears emerged from his hair, currently standing relaxed.

His tall, slender frame possessed the most perfect proportions. Even standing silently with a cold demeanor, he resembled a finely honed rare sword, exuding an indescribable visual delight.

Without doubt, were he to appear at a royal court banquet in the capital, he would undoubtedly be one of the most eye-catching presences.

But he had long learned to use his divine power to suppress the intimidating aura he naturally projected to others.

This both reduced the inherent majesty of a deity and diminished his presence in people’s perception.

Even Arte, who would go mad in pursuit of beauty, was affected by this and largely overlooked his extraordinary appearance without realizing it.

He cared nothing for such things.

Just like now, standing quietly against the light, he gazed intently at the blond Lord sitting among various oddly-shaped machines, his eyes clear and sparkling.

Just as he did every day, every moment, as usual.

But for Oliver, this was the first time he had examined so carefully… or rather, appreciated this deity’s human form.

—Truly worthy of being a deity, he marveled inwardly.

Although many details clearly showed the other’s attempt to cut corners by using him as a “template,” after all, for humans, the highest praise is “heaven’s masterpiece,” “divine gift of beauty,” or “God’s most carefully crafted creation.”

But the Cat God was divinity itself.

Being silently stared at by Oliver, the seemingly composed cat-eared deity soon broke character, tilting his head somewhat restlessly.

“Oliver.”

Suddenly inspired, he proactively explained: “Deyth was being very naggy, that’s why I’m back late.”

As he spoke, his ears slowly drooped outward a little.

Oliver quickly snapped out of it and smiled habitually: “My dear Cat God, welcome back. Have you found the answer to your previous question?”

Because his own emotions were slightly stirred at that moment, he happened to miss the faint guilt that flashed in the cat-eared deity’s eyes.

“That… I’ve asked about it already.”

Remembering the answer he’d recently obtained from Deyth and Havest, his divine power fluctuated intensely.

To prevent the particularly perceptive Oliver from seeing through him, he lowered his head in a concealing manner, pretending curiosity as he fiddled with the hard-working “seed maker,” clumsily attempting to change the subject: “Can I help, Oliver?””

“Hmm.”

Although it seemed somewhat unreasonable, Oliver vaguely sensed that the Cat God before him… seemed different from before it went out.

Just from playing with friends for a short while, it had already developed little secrets it didn’t want to share with him.

Realizing this, his speed in creating “Intermediate Explosive Eggs” unconsciously slowed down. He smiled somewhat distractedly and responded, “Though I’m not in urgent need of them, if it wouldn’t trouble you too much, please help me—”

“It’s no trouble.”

It suddenly interrupted him, speaking in a tone that suggested this was perfectly natural, quite seriously: “I like Oliver the most, and I will always like Oliver! So these are things I want to do.”

This wasn’t the first time Oliver had been “confessed to” with “like” by the Cat God, so he could handle it calmly now, not noticing the subtle difference in tone compared to before.

After a slight pause, he soon revealed what could be described as a brilliantly beautiful smile: “This is my honor, dear Cat God.”

The cat-eared deity, having received this response, though dizzy with delight from these words, didn’t feel as elated as before.

After Havest’s gentle reminder, it had come to understand slightly… Oliver rarely addressed it by its true name, instead always using what it considered the unique title of ‘Cat God’.

The reason behind this wasn’t one that would make it particularly happy.

What should it do?

It silently recalled Havest’s words at the time.

Though she hadn’t directly explained what “heat” actually meant, the seemingly kind Havest had indeed given it much more useful advice than Deyth.

“This is very common,” Havest said with clear, transparent eyes, speaking gently: “‘Humans’ are quite lovely, especially devout, beautiful ones. When they kneel wholeheartedly in the beautiful Divine Temple built for you, pouring out their hearts to you without reservation, voicing wishes you can easily fulfill, and offering endless gratitude – of course they’re worthy of affection.”

As she spoke, she didn’t notice the faint confusion in the golden cat’s eyes.

‘Pouring out their hearts without reservation,’ ‘voicing wishes’ and ‘expressing gratitude.’

It unconsciously swished its tail.

…Hadn’t it been the one doing these things all along, not Oliver?

“For that kind of person, occasionally granting their wishes and making them ‘god’s chosen’ in others’ eyes should be enough, right?” Deyth frowned at this strange golden cat god, thinking its questions were baffling: “With your abilities, you can definitely do it, can’t you? It’s just a mortal’s wish!” How difficult could it be?

Beyond money, fame, power, there was also revenge.

And from the situations he’d encountered, when believers prayed to the deities, they always offered what they considered the best sacrifices, never daring to be too greedy.

Was that so?

After carefully thinking it over, it quickly concluded Deyth was talking nonsense.

Oliver had almost never made real wishes to it—the only time was to lead the lost souls of Albury to a peaceful resting place, but it had received even more pure power of faith in return.

At other times, He always took the initiative to want to do something for Oliver, yet either ended up messing it up or was gently refused by Oliver.

Oliver was very powerful; it was only the other believers who were weak.

But Oliver never allowed Him to use divine power to directly help them either.

He would teach them many things, and in His name—this earned Him much power that shouldn’t rightfully belong to Him.

The people living in the territory ruled by Duke Oliver had learned over the past year not to kneel in the Divine Temple praying to elusive gods, but to rely on their own efforts to gradually achieve the life they desired.

After the main Divine Temple in Laina was completed, He received a great deal of pure power of faith every day, but most of it contained gratitude, with almost no demands.

For people who had never possessed so much happiness and hope before, what they had now was already more than they had ever dared to dream of—facing such a benevolent and generous God and lord, aside from a small minority who were ambitious or insatiably greedy, most were in a state of extreme contentment.

“Cat God?”

His train of thought was interrupted by Oliver’s sudden call as he reached this point in his recollection.

He quickly looked at the other, only to see the beautiful blond lord smile slightly and ask casually, “What are you thinking about? You seemed so lost in thought.”

He answered honestly, “Thinking about Deyth, and what Havest said.”

Oliver blinked and asked curiously, “Havest?”

No wonder the Cat God was so reluctant to leave… So it wasn’t just Deyth as a companion; he had made another new friend?

He nodded and said flatly, “The guardian deity of Gregor City.”

This wasn’t because he wanted to brush Oliver off.

But rather, he didn’t care about Deyth and Havest’s affairs and hadn’t asked about their specific situations at all.

After waiting a moment without any further details, Oliver’s mood became slightly complicated again.

It was probably the feeling of a doting old father whose carefully nurtured cat suddenly ran off with outside companions and gradually grew distant from him… a sense of loss.

That was how Oliver categorized his own feelings.

The night air, carrying a faint scent of roses, held an indescribable subtlety.

“I’ll leave the rest to you.”

As he spoke, Oliver put away a [seed maker] to clear a path for his departure.

Yet the conditioned reflex built up over these past few hours was far stronger than he had imagined.

Especially in his current distracted state.

So, after putting away the [seed maker] and standing up to leave, he naturally turned back and casually placed a freshly made [Intermediate Explosive Egg] where the machine had been.

No matter the quality, once an Explosive Egg was placed on the ground, its fuse would automatically ignite and it could not be retrieved.

When that pitch-black sphere began spinning mischievously as its fuse rapidly shortened, emitting a hair-raising “hiss,” both Oliver and the Cat God froze in astonishment.

Oliver: “……………”

He didn’t even have time to realize that “neither he nor the Cat God could possibly be killed by an explosion.” His first instinct in the face of danger was to decisively grab the Cat God, who was still sitting dazedly beside him, and sprint out of the blast range of the bomb!

Almost the moment he dashed out of the danger zone with the cat-eared deity, a deafening explosion erupted behind them.

“BOOM—!!!”

Oliver froze in place, only turning his head slowly after a long moment as he heard the chaotic, rapid footsteps approaching from outside.

The bed, floor tiles, and the carpet in the center of the bomb’s blast radius had been completely obliterated—not a single trace remained.

Fortunately, the wooden chest containing precious gems and clothing was placed farther away and remained untouched. But…

His precious seed generator!

By the time Fosse, unusually flustered, rushed in with others, Oliver had already sat down expressionlessly on the floor.

Because the required materials were so difficult to obtain, even when Laina needed seeds the most, he hadn’t been willing to make more machines. Instead, he preferred to take more time and let the few existing ones handle the production.

Ah…

Haha.

Thinking about the huge loss caused by his own foolishness, Oliver’s eyes were filled with utter despair.

He never dreamed that the first time he used a bomb—a “luxury” he hadn’t even been willing to deploy against the Albury rebels—would result in such a devastating self-inflicted blow: blowing up his own bedroom.

Meanwhile, the cat-eared deity crouching nearby was at a loss.

He clearly sensed that Oliver wasn’t injured. Although the incident had been sudden, his divine power allowed him to perceive that the strange object didn’t have the ability to seriously harm either of them… which was why he hadn’t reacted immediately.

When Oliver instinctively pulled him away, he had even felt somewhat happy.

Why was Oliver so upset?

Feeling slightly uneasy, he took Oliver’s hand, trying to mimic the comforting gestures Oliver had used on him before to soothe the deeply distressed human.

Though he didn’t understand why Oliver had suddenly blown up the bed and the machine… hadn’t it already been destroyed?

He cautiously glanced at the scene of the accident, his confusion growing.

Yes.

He had confirmed it with his own eyes once more—it was absolutely, thoroughly destroyed.

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