HTLCCBFT Chapter 113

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 113

The moment Oliver opened the bedroom door, he nearly thought he had stepped into the lair of some greedy Abyssal Dragon.

His eyes were filled with golden coins everywhere.

The floor was covered with countless gold coins, piled thickly like fallen leaves in a forest; all the cabinets, tables, chairs, and decorations retained their original styles but were transformed into dazzling gold; even his once comfortable bed was layered with stacks of gold coins.

The aesthetic of the God of Wealth remained as straightforward and bold as ever.

His Divine Temple was entirely forged from gold, and what he prepared for his beloved believer was a veritable golden chamber.

Oliver stood frozen at the doorway for who knows how long before snapping back to reality under the gaze of the instigator, who looked innocent and even a bit expectant for praise. He couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “My dear Cat God, what are you doing?”

As soon as he entered the bedroom, the deity, having restored his cat ears and fluffy tail, faintly sensed that “this might not have been the best idea.”

His furry little pointed ears twitched slightly alertly as he watched Oliver, asking with a hint of unease, “Oliver… don’t you like it?”

He fell into deep confusion.

After all, he had seen with his own eyes that Oliver truly loved gold coins.

Whether it was the small coins he created with divine power for Oliver’s tasks, the reluctance on Oliver’s face when buying from merchants during the day, or the joy Oliver showed just now when selling fabrics and receiving a large amount of gold coins—Oliver clearly seemed very happy.

So why wouldn’t Oliver like the countless coins he had specially condensed with divine power?

The more he thought about it, the more puzzled and disappointed he became.

In Oliver’s eyes, the Cat God’s pure gaze made his thoughts easy to read.

Oliver couldn’t help but show a gentle smile. Taking the Cat God’s hand, he sat down on the luxurious bed piled with gold coins and said softly, “Thank you for the gift. I really like it.”

The deity remained silent, staring at him as if half-believing.

Oliver smiled warmly and said, “My dear deity, you are the only one who noticed that I truly love gold coins. I’m really grateful for your generosity. But in truth, it’s not that I want to possess them myself… I hope to teach the people of Laina, so they can learn to earn more gold coins through their own methods in the near future.”

The Cat God tilted his head slightly, seeming to understand but not quite.

Did Oliver really not want the gold coins he had prepared?

His heart stirred slightly, unwilling to give up just yet.

He actually knew what Oliver liked…

In the next moment, Oliver watched as the deity, with a nonchalant expression, skillfully manipulated the quietly lying gold coins with divine power.

Making them playfully and adorably circle around Oliver, bouncing up and down, emitting pleasant clinking sounds.

Just like the gold coins working during the day, they danced lively.

Oliver was instantly captivated by them.

He had to admit it—deities were truly adept at uncovering his deeply hidden weakness for “adorable things.”

Not wanting to disappoint the deity’s careful efforts to coax him—though he didn’t understand why the other was doing this—Oliver hesitated for a moment before finally scooping up the most energetically bouncing “gold coin” among them.

The moment it landed on his pale, tender palm, the previously hyperactive coin suddenly fell silent. It lay perfectly still, behaving just like a chick that had once melted into a contented pancake in his hand, enjoying his gentle strokes.

Driven by curiosity, Oliver couldn’t resist lightly stroking it.

Unnoticed by him, the moment his fingertip touched the coin, the Cat God’s ears twitched rapidly, instantly flushing bright red.

These “coins” formed by divine power were actually strands of divine sense dispersed from his increasingly vast divine energy. Whenever his beloved believer touched them, they would faithfully transmit every sensation—the touch, temperature, and pressure—directly to him, as long as he chose to listen to the divine sense.

That delicate touch from the fingertip was a pleasure the deity reveled in.

“Really adorable,” Oliver said with a cheerful smile. “I’ve accepted your gift… but I think the original bed is still more suitable for sleeping.”

After unconsciously “playing” with the cute little coin to his heart’s content, he gently placed it back on the “bed” and said softly, “Almighty Cat God, could you please restore everything to how it was?”

To his surprise, the cat-eared deity was unusually compliant this time. With ears nearly burning up, he silently wielded his divine power again, instantly transforming the entire dazzling “golden room” back to its original state.

After this minor disturbance settled, Oliver coaxed the Cat God a few more words before peacefully heading to the adjacent room to bathe.

When he emerged from the bathroom, the deity remained in the form of a cat-eared youth, showing no intention of transforming into a large cat. He seemed to be simply spacing out, then suddenly furrowed his brow, ears twitching intermittently as if pondering something important.

Faint sounds of water trickled from the adjacent room.

And in his consciousness, it felt like a sudden downpour was falling.

“Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.”

Somewhat noisy, it made him restless and unusually irritable. He wanted to lie down, yet also felt compelled to do something more.

What did he want to do?

While still perplexed, his peripheral vision caught the blond lord emerging from the adjacent room, and his gaze immediately followed.

Oliver had grown accustomed to being stared at constantly, and after learning he was a deity, he certainly wouldn’t bother offering to help Him bathe.

After all, he was convinced that the other was utterly pure-hearted… so pure that he’d even “call him Daddy.” Even in this tall human form, it no longer made Oliver uncomfortable.

If one were to nitpick, he, as a human, was truly the one with “impure thoughts” by comparison.

As Oliver approached the bed, the deity instinctively shifted inward, making room for half the bed.

Oliver obligingly lay down.

The deity stiffened slightly, then slowly lay down as well.

Autumn was already halfway through, and the weather had become unpredictable—sometimes cold, sometimes warm. Tonight happened to be on the colder side.

It was unclear whether the divine body naturally retained warmth or if it was a result of his deliberate control… but the small area where the cat-eared deity had just been lying remained pleasantly warm.

For him, the temperature was just right.

Oliver narrowed his eyes contentedly.

Regardless of what lay beneath the surface… having a cat willingly warm the bed was truly a blissful thing.

Before closing his eyes, he casually glanced at the moon outside the window and suggested, “Shall we sleep? There’s much to do tomorrow.”

But do deities even need sleep?

Oliver was genuinely curious about this.

The deity, who had been lost in thought with a grave expression, seemed to realize this might be his last chance to speak tonight.

“Oliver.”

He suddenly spoke.

Detecting the seriousness in his tone, Oliver turned to face Him, his melodious voice tinged with slight fatigue: “Hmm?”

To his surprise, the moment he responded, the deity shifted from lying on his side to rolling halfway toward him, propping his upper body up with both arms.

Simultaneously, he leaned forward, his silhouette faintly resembling a predator poised to strike, carrying a hint of latent danger.

But his usual demeanor was so gentle and innocent that it didn’t alert the “prey.”

The autumn fields outside were somewhat noisy, but the castle remained serene.

Moonlight streamed into the bedroom, not harshly, but like liquid silver, spilling softly across the floor.

His facial contours were precisely concealed within that harmless shadow.

Oliver narrowed his eyes slightly and, after waiting a while without hearing more, tried to discern his expression while tentatively asking: “*&%&%?”

Perhaps due to fatigue and a lack of full alertness, he inadvertently uttered his true name.

This address, which only he had ever spoken aloud, seemed to trigger a hidden switch…

The previously hesitant and puzzled deity trembled slightly, his ears twitching, and his upper body moved again.

This time, his left arm, which had been resting casually in front of the relaxed Oliver, silently shifted to a position behind him.

He completely trapped his beloved believer beneath him.

“What’s wrong?” Oliver asked again, confused.

Having fully accepted the Cat God’s pure and harmless persona, he automatically equated the cat-eared youth pinning him down to the times when he, in cat form, would often lie on him stubbornly refusing to move.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he called out again in a low, husky voice—unlike his usual tone.

“Oliver.”

Before Oliver could react, he fully surrendered to instinct this time, slowly leaning down.

The half-arm’s distance between them vanished instantly, startling Oliver into widening his eyes.

What was he trying to do—

“Please, grant my wish too.”

The deity, who had always granted his beloved believer’s every desire, naturally uttered these words.

Before Oliver could process it, he clearly felt an irresistible aura descending upon him the moment those words were spoken.

And in the very next blink of his eyes…

Their noses brushed.

Foreheads pressed together, eyelashes touching.

A trembling kiss, cautious yet resolute, landed upon his lips.

Once.

Like gentle raindrops falling upon a tranquil lake, sending ripples across its surface.

Twice.

Like a carefree evening breeze lingering reluctantly beside a rose, softly rustling its delicate petals.

Thrice.

The deity closed its eyes, like the most fervent devotee, piously, greedily, obsessively, repeatedly kissing… its most beloved existence.

Not the ears, nor the cheeks, nor even the fingertips.

It knew.

—This was where it wished to kiss.

It longed to be deeply imbued with this exquisite rose fragrance, and to have those beautifully shaped lips carry its own scent.

Behind, the large tail that Oliver always adored was now held high, swaying gently with delight.

“My Oliver.”

It murmured, slowly opening its profound golden eyes, like a sunwheel eroded by the abyss of desire.

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