Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 105
Never having seen his young lord act so… rudely, Fosse stood frozen in place for a long moment before hesitantly asking, “Your Highness, what was that just now?”
“Nothing.”
Oliver perfectly concealed the storm of shock within him, turning a natural expression toward the real butler. His gaze slid subtly over the other’s ramrod-straight posture as he remarked casually, “I just suddenly remembered something and need you to make another trip.”
He fabricated an excuse about “the oracle from the Cat God mentioning the need to bestow a bottle of corn wine upon Arte,” promptly producing a bottle of corn wine from his game inventory.
Since it was a divine gift, it naturally couldn’t be entrusted to just any servant.
Thus, Oliver smoothly used this pretext to dispatch the butler—who was already a firm believer in the Cat God’s existence.
“Alright.”
After watching Fosse leave, Oliver took a deep breath.
Rationally, he knew perfectly well that this ordinary wooden door was unlikely to block the strange “cat-eared Fosse” inside. The fact that the other hadn’t broken down the door by now was, in some way, proof enough of their lack of malicious intent.
He just didn’t know what their purpose was.
Not only did they wear the face of his loyal butler, but they also had those cat ears and large tail.
Why was there a Furre-lock Holmes… no, a cat-eared Fosse?
Oliver momentarily fell into confusion.
To him, both the appearance and the texture felt all too familiar.
—This was absolutely the cat he had pet in his dreams.
Before reopening the door, just in case, he couldn’t resist equipping the [Cat God’s Sword] and slipping on both blindingly bright [Rings of the Cat God].
As he pushed the door open again, he murmured to himself, “Let me see what you really are…”
This time, when the door opened, the “cat-eared Fosse” that had given him such a fright earlier was indeed still sitting on the bed.
Good.
Oliver thought as calmly as possible: At least this proves it’s definitely not my hallucination.
Setting aside the collapse of his dignified butler’s persona, the fluffy cat ears and tail even confirmed something he really didn’t want to admit…
It wasn’t a coincidence.
Those “cat-petting dreams” he’d assumed were just products of his strange imagination most likely actually existed.
And what about his past month or more…
The more Oliver thought about it, the more chaotic he felt.
Just what had he been petting and sleeping alongside all this time?!
Meanwhile, watching his beloved believer enter while holding the sword he had gifted and wearing the rings he had bestowed, even though he remained both hurt and puzzled by Oliver’s sudden door-slamming earlier, his mood immediately improved considerably.
Thus, in Oliver’s eyes, this utterly bizarre “cat-eared Fosse” suddenly shifted from lying dejectedly on the bed to sitting bolt upright—a posture that vaguely resembled the real butler who embodied noble etiquette in every fiber of his being. “Oliver.”
“He” spoke.
Oh.
Oliver thought as calmly as he could, though his voice didn’t sound quite right either.
While it was an extremely deep and pleasant voice belonging to an adult “human” male in his perception, it clearly didn’t belong to the real Fosse.
He looked directly at this “Fosse” with utterly innocent eyes and naturally adorable demeanor, habitually revealing a gentle smile: “Sorry, I’m not quite used to you using my butler’s appearance… Could you return to your own form?”
“……. okay”
“To Oliver’s surprise, ‘he’ agreed with straightforward simplicity.
Thus Oliver witnessed a familiar golden mist—one he hadn’t seen for nearly two months—suddenly appear and envelop “Fosse” completely.
By his second blink, the dense golden mist had completely dissipated.
The “true form” that reappeared was, as Oliver had expected, that tall and handsome cat-eared youth.
The last shred of hope in his heart shattered completely. Gazing at the other who was quietly watching him, he sighed with complex emotions: “So it really is you.”
After all, he had personally experienced transmigration and possessed a miraculous game system along with numerous game items, so he considered himself quite adaptable.
……But even the cleverest person couldn’t have imagined that the false authority he’d casually invoked actually belonged to a real deity!
To put it another way, though he frequently mentioned “Cat God” and even named his cute pets and statues “Cat God” while showering them with affection, and though he appeared as a “divine messenger” to outsiders, he was fundamentally a complete atheist.
Just thinking about all the things he’d done unknowingly……
Even Oliver, who prided himself on having thick skin, found it somewhat unbearable for a moment.
After standing stiffly for a while, he slowly sat down on the chair in his bedroom—one he rarely needed to use, which had later become dedicated to holding the silver basin for brushing cat fur.
Doing his best to maintain his usual smile, he met the gaze of the cat-eared youth—no, most likely a cat-eared deity—who was openly occupying his bed.
After brief consideration, Oliver decided to be direct: “Are you… a deity?”
Those seemingly bright golden eyes, actually profound and inorganic, widened slightly as if puzzled by his question.
He truly didn’t understand.
Though he had completely solidified a divine body capable of walking in the human world and could finally slowly begin absorbing the wisdom contained within His Divinity—wisdom unique to deities.
Oliver’s strange question still exceeded what he could currently comprehend.
Oliver…… didn’t he already know?
And within Oliver’s body, there obviously also……
But facing the blond lord awaiting his answer, the cat-eared deity’s eyes flickered with confusion before quickly giving an affirmative response: “Yes.”
Oliver’s eyelid twitched slightly before he continued: “Then are you my Cat God?”
“Yes.”
The cat-eared deity answered seriously: ” ‘Cat God’ is the name you gave me… only when you call me that can I hear you.”
And for other believers to have their wishes reach his ears, they must speak the other true divine name generated by the Divinity within Him and recognized by the divine realm.
He named the deity?
Oliver’s eyelid twitched more intensely.
How could he possibly deserve such an honor.
Moreover, for some unknown reason……
Oliver discreetly observed the cat-eared deity whose pure, innocent gaze—much like the extremely well-behaved golden cat he was familiar with—lacked any of the imposing aura a “God” should possess.
Despite having only exchanged a few words, this… well, this deity…
Gave him an overwhelming impression of being naive, easily deceived, and even carrying an invisible label that read “welcome to bully me”—a soft, adorable, and submissive feeling.
Was he being too arrogant?
Oliver looked at him with indescribable emotions.
Perhaps it was because he had always been the one doing the deceiving.
Even when forced to believe in the existence of the “Cat God” and seeing him sitting right in front of him, it was difficult for Oliver to summon the intense reverence and worship that other followers of the “Cat God Cult” in Laina City possessed.
While Oliver was struggling with his thoughts, the cat-eared deity waited with infinite patience for his next question.
But his little movements were far from few.
Sometimes he habitually used his paw pads—well, now hands—to pat the soft pillow, causing it to make “pat pat pat” sounds and leaving obvious dents on its surface; sometimes he crossed his legs, his large tail swishing leisurely behind him; sometimes he tilted his head slightly, intently observing his most beloved follower, his pointed cat ears twitching happily in response.
Had this been the Oliver who mistakenly believed this was all a “dream,” he might have long been “seduced” by these uniquely feline mannerisms and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch.
But now…
Even if it meant social suicide, Oliver had too many questions he needed clarified.
He sighed helplessly and asked, “Then may I ask, what is your…. your[mfn]Oliver switches from an informal ‘you’ (你) to a formal ‘you’ (您) in chinese.[/mfn] true name?”
“I… I don’t like it when you speak formally with me, Oliver.” [mfn]For better flow and context in english, not a direct translation. Just explained the formal/informal ‘you’.[/mfn]
The cat-eared deity fixed his gaze on him, flicking his tail in displeasure.
But after sternly correcting him, he readily answered: “My true name is, &%&%.”
Oliver frowned slightly.
It sounded like complete gibberish.
His ears couldn’t capture any specific syllables—it was an unfamiliar language that none of the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life had ever touched upon.
Yet for some reason.
The moment he heard this name, he could clearly sense the abundant, positive, pure, and bright power contained within it.
Moreover.
In the deepest recesses of his consciousness that he couldn’t explain, an answer strangely emerged.
‘Golden.’
Oliver unconsciously mulled over it, a deep confusion flashing in his eyes.
He had actually understood.
—The meaning of his name was ‘Golden.’
When meeting those indescribably brilliant cat eyes filled with unmistakable expectation, Oliver found himself inexplicably repeating the true name of this ‘cat-eared deity’ that he had just heard.
“&%&%”
He couldn’t help but think how perfectly it suited him.
Oliver didn’t know, and it didn’t occur to it as strange at all, that “with the meager power contained in a human soul, it’s simply impossible to call out a deity’s true name.”
And yet, it had been done so effortlessly.
Even the most devout god’s chosen, when praying inwardly to the deity who granted them divine favor, could only refer to them by the domain they governed.
They could never directly invoke in their hearts that name, which contained divine power potent enough to deeply scorch—or even utterly annihilate—a human soul.
Was it because of the game system?
Oliver wondered in confusion.
“Oliver.”
The call from the cat-eared deity instantly drew back his thoughts.
Although these dark golden feline eyes were not as round as those of a golden cat, but rather slightly elongated…
The sudden sparkle that burst forth within them was brighter than the stars in the night sky.
He did not know how to express the overwhelming, boundless joy that surged like ocean waves and stretched as far as the sky upon hearing his beloved worshiper call out his true name—a name never spoken by any human or god before.
In return, he couldn’t help but clumsily mimic the curve of his beloved worshiper’s lips, revealing a gentle and beautiful smile that looked exactly the same.
“Oliver.”
He called out slowly, earnestly requesting, “You… call me once more.”
