Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 114
Although the Cat God at this moment was clearly very different from his usual appearance, Oliver did not feel a sense of being molested or forced.
It wasn’t because of the other’s superior appearance, but rather…
Through these past few days of testing, in his eyes, this deity was undoubtedly an incredibly pure-hearted being, whose reactions still operated at an instinctual level—like a large cat.
Being “ambushed” by an enthusiastic big cat, pinned down on the bed, and forcibly licked and kissed…
Could be considered a kind of blissful fluster.
Thinking this, Oliver quickly regained his composure.
He had considered breaking free, but soon realized that the other had erupted with surprisingly great strength.
Whether it was the use of divine power or the innate talent of the divine body, the grip restraining his wrists was like an iron clamp, incredibly firm.
Once he realized he couldn’t break free at all, he simply stopped bothering to struggle.
So he lay quietly, allowing Him to lick eagerly and curiously, like a cat sniffing a freshly caught big fish, as if radiating happy pink bubbles all over.
Only when his lips became wet, slightly swollen and warm, did Oliver lazily lift his eyelids and say with a smile, “Had enough fun? You’re a bit heavy, my dear deity.”
The Cat God, who had already moved down from his lips and was sniffing lightly at his slender, fair neck, suddenly froze.
Although he didn’t know what reaction Oliver should have…
According to the “wisdom” he had just grasped, it shouldn’t be this calm, right?
He fell into confusion.
In Oliver’s eyes, those furry pointed ears kept twitching, as if in guilt or hesitation.
He said leisurely, “My wrists are a bit sore too.”
—The tips of his ears trembled slightly, and he slowly released the hands that were pinning down his beloved believer’s wrists.
Oliver casually yawned and gave the still rigidly perched Cat God on top of him a light pat on the shoulder: “Dear Cat God, as a human, I need to sleep now. I won’t play with you for the time being.”
He remained motionless, as if lost in thought.
The blond lord was very calm. Before closing his eyes, he casually added a promise: “If you want to continue after I fall asleep, you can.” After all, his body would be forced into a rest state by the game system, so no matter how noisy he was, it wouldn’t affect his sleep: “But please don’t bite me or ruin my clothes… Can you do that?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint glimmer flashed in the thoughtful cat-eared deity’s eyes.
—He remembered this answer.
Watching Him nod slowly, Oliver closed his eyes in relief and began checking the day’s game settlement panel.
Another uneventful night, with only a small amount of experience points gained.
When Oliver opened his eyes again, the sky was still somewhat dark.
But this didn’t mean he had woken up earlier than usual—it was just that as the season progressed toward winter, sunrise was coming later and later.
Rarely feeling a bit lazy, Oliver didn’t even bother to open his eyes properly. Still half-conscious, he reached out to the side, intending to pull that fluffy, warm big cat into his arms.
—And then his hand landed squarely on a firm chest muscle.
Oliver jolted and instantly woke up.
He quickly snapped back to his senses, casually turning slightly with a faint smile as he addressed the cat-eared deity who had likely been awake all along, lying attentively by his side: “Good morning, my dear—”
His words cut off abruptly.
Oliver watched helplessly as this deity, who had just learned to launch sneak attacks and whose audacity had seemingly doubled overnight, naturally leaned in.
After giving a light lick to his slightly parted lips—which had opened as he spoke—the deity revealed an innocent and delighted expression: “Good morning, dear Oliver.”
Oliver: “……”
Alright then. The kittens he used to raise would not only give him fluffy morning kisses but also happily knead on him.
If it were a cat-shaped deity of this weight, kneading all over him…
Just imagining that scene, Oliver suddenly found himself completely accepting the deity’s early morning licking behavior.
However, when changing out of his nightclothes—which had become wrinkled and loose after who-knows-what kind of torment from the Cat God—he couldn’t help but frown slightly.
Just as he smiled and prepared to tactfully voice his opinion, the cat-eared deity, who had been cautiously observing his expression, seemed to have a sudden stroke of inspiration and preemptively reacted.
Blinking quickly, a cloud of golden mist materialized out of nowhere and enveloped the freshly removed clothes.
When the golden mist dissipated, the clothes, having been “cleansed” by divine power, miraculously returned to their original state.
Oliver, with his words stuck in his throat: “……”
He sighed helplessly, glancing at the big cat who wore an innocent expression with a hint of ingratiation in its eyes. “Let’s go.”
As if by coincidence, while Oliver was dining in the restaurant with his nominal “cousin” and loyal butler, he suddenly heard a series of fierce roars coming from outside the window.
He instinctively looked out.
From his angle, he could clearly see a pair of blue chubby ones in the field, who had shed their usual gentle and adorable demeanor and were now ferociously fighting each other.
They alternated between low growls and sharp cries.
One moment it sounded like a wild beast’s roar, the next like a baby’s wail.
Their determination to fight to the death startled the slaves who had just begun working in the fields.
“What are they doing?”
“Hey, one of them seems to be Lucy’s!”
“Really? Is Lucy’s winning or losing?”
“Stop thinking about it, separate them quickly!”
“Why did they suddenly start fighting?!”
While some slaves were still confused, more of them quickly realized the reason.
—It was mating season.
The old butler, assuming his pure young master wouldn’t understand, naturally chose to pretend not to see it and certainly wouldn’t offer an explanation.
The Cat God was rather clueless in this regard and indifferent to anything beyond its beloved believer, not even noticing the commotion.
Only Oliver watched with keen interest for a while as the two creatures fiercely battled with their gray-blue gloves, then couldn’t help but recall his own experience from the previous night, his thoughts stirring.
No wonder.
Even a deity could be affected by the… mating season of its feline divine body?
That restless, clingy state matched it perfectly.
What a pity.
With his doubts resolved, Oliver cast a subtle glance at the pure Cat God, feeling a faint sense of regret.
He then expressionlessly nudged the two boiled eggs lying on the small, exquisite silver plate.
…After all, he couldn’t very well perform a “de-egging” operation on the Cat God.
Gently pushing the two oval eggs, he rolled them silently to the edge of the plate.
The corners of Oliver’s lips curved slightly as he let out a soft chuckle.
—Just as they were about to roll off, the ruthless blond lord unceremoniously skewered them one by one with two small silver forks, and shared them with the completely oblivious Cat God.
In the blink of an eye, nearly half a month had passed.
The Autumn Market was drawing to a close, yet even the earliest merchants to finish their business lingered in Laina City, in no hurry to leave.
Some were captivated by exploring this city, so drastically transformed from the impoverished and dilapidated place they remembered—even the oddly shaped “Divine Pillar” held a majestic mystery worth revisiting. Others were deeply intrigued by the upcoming “competition,” said to be personally hosted by the Lord of Laina, and decided to stay and watch, eager to have a story to share later. Then there were those who, after a fleeting glimpse that day, had fallen deeply for the Angel Duke, whose beauty had enchanted even the nobles of the royal capital. They lingered near the castle, hoping to catch a few more glimpses of him as he went to work in the fields or the mines each day.
After all, staying at Laina’s inns was far cheaper than in other major cities, and the conditions were surprisingly decent.
For many merchants who had worked hard for three full seasons and made a hefty profit, it was an easily affordable expense.
Except for those with exceptionally long journeys home, most chose to stay and explore the city a little longer.
At a time when crops were failing everywhere and slaves wore gloomy expressions, the joy of harvest on the faces of Laina’s people was infectious.
Oliver’s thoughtful effort in having temporary shops specially built had not gone to waste—nearly ten of the wealthiest merchants, impressed by the duke who had revitalized Laina City in such a short time, bought shops on the spot.
Though limited by the long distance, they couldn’t supply the latest and most complete goods promptly, it was more than enough to make the people of Laina happy.
What surprised Oliver was that Baron Arte, the artist who usually seemed so enamored with beauty, had acted perfectly ordinary toward the Cat God in his exceptionally handsome human form from their very first meeting.
After a reserved greeting in noble etiquette, Arte continued his busy schedule of early departures and late returns, without even asking a few extra questions.
Arte was indeed very busy—after compiling textbooks and being “roped in” by Oliver to help write scripts for songs and dances during the Autumn Market banquets, he was assigned the task of renovating the Divine Temple.
For some reason, the Cat God held a deep-seated animosity toward the golden statue that was supposed to represent him… Oliver wanted to place it in the Divine Temple as soon as possible.
Leaving the temple empty was simply not appropriate.
It was also time for the devout people of Laina to properly worship their great and wise deity.
As for this new work that Arte had always held a deep interest in but was strictly forbidden from touching, he no longer showed any reluctance.
He accepted it with sheer delight and soon burst forth with unprecedented inspiration and passion.
While acting as a foreman supervising the craftsmen, he also promptly drafted new blueprints and adjusted repair methods based on the progress of the project and material constraints.
Though his spirit remained vigorous, he visibly grew thinner day by night from the relentless work.
Even Oliver, who considered himself a “heartless exploiter,” couldn’t bear to keep pushing the same person so intensely for so long.
After Oliver personally spoke with Arte, Arte—unwilling to disappoint the kindness of his beautiful muse—reluctantly slowed his pace.
If seasons had colors, then this lovely autumn would undoubtedly be golden for the people of Laina.
Amid the curious anticipation of traveling merchants, some waited with ease while others felt tense and uneasy—the long-rumored “great trial from the mighty Cat God” had finally arrived!
