Chapter 84: A Cat Descends from the Sky, Angry Hiss

A Madman’s Guide to Traveling the World

"...I don't know." Celt's answer was vague.

"Understandable." Samuel chuckled lightly.

"That's good. You should keep it that way."

Samuel used two fingers to prop up the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile.

"After all, you're Samuel's last shred of conscience. If you fell too, we'd really become a universally condemned Demon Lord."

"Maybe." Celt's reply was somewhat ambiguous.

Samuel couldn't see what he looked like right now, but through the faint connection between them, Samuel guessed he was probably gently swaying while holding his jellyfish.

It was his jellyfish he bought, after all...

I was the one who came first!

But whatever, it didn't matter anyway, since he bought it without intending to take good care of it. It was naturally best if Celt was willing to raise it.

After a moment of silence, Samuel connected with Celt in his mind, and his tone suddenly turned disdainful.

"By the way, what was that tone just now?" Samuel's tone shifted abruptly.

"Huh?" Celt was a bit confused.

"The you from back then wasn't like this." Samuel emphasized.

"What 'back then'? I was only born two days ago." Celt responded helplessly. "Don't just make up backstory for me, alright."

Even putting him in a gacha game, they'd barely manage to write a "Character Background 1," and the remaining "Character Backgrounds 2, 3, and 4" would have to be filled in with other people's experiences.

With a past like his, where did "back then" even come from?

Although he had already speed-run to becoming a parent taking care of a kid, he really had only been born two days ago.

In a way, he should actually call Sereia "Auntie."

But Samuel ignored his protest, immersed in his own self-written script without being able to extricate himself, continuing to babble on.

"The you from before never talked like this. You were as proud as a wild beast."

"When did I ever have that setting?" Celt refused to accept it. "And don't just copy other people's lines, alright?"

"But now, you are no longer that man as proud as a lion from back then."

"I told you, I never had that kind of setting."

Celt tried to appeal for a second time.

The appeal was rejected.

"Is it because taking care of a kid has blunted your claws and fangs?" Samuel continued.

"Will you ever stop?"

"Truly terrifying, those pregnancy hormones."

"The way you say that makes it sound like I gave birth to Sereia."

"Oh? Is that not the case?"

"I'm really going to elbow you."

Samuel waved his hand, and his tone shifted once more.

"You possess the complete bloodline of a cat, yet you stuffed a cowardly 'Hachimi' heart inside." Samuel pulled his two fingers down from the corners of his mouth, forcing the corners downward.

"You don't even deserve to hiss!"

After he finished speaking, the party voice chat channel quieted down for a moment.

A few seconds later, Samuel felt as if a translucent angel with six pairs of layered, feathered wings appeared before his eyes.

That angel materialized in front of Samuel, its wings intricate.

From the feel of it, this seemed to be the Law Rhyme of "Angel of Redemption" that Celt had copied.

Their consciousnesses were linked. Even without the ability to create illusions, Celt manipulating the Law Rhyme to make a little special effect appear in Samuel's eyes wasn't a big deal.

However, the biggest oddity was that the angel had the face of a round-headed yellow cat.

Samuel smiled. "What's wrong, Celt? Trying to be a well-behaved little kitty?"

"Come closer and I'll tell you if I want to or not," Celt replied.

Samuel suddenly felt a spiritual impact.

Celt used the extraordinary ability of "Messenger" to transmit a part of his own spirit over.

This was a little trick he had learned from communicating with Sereia.

In Samuel's eyes, the yellow round-headed cat suddenly opened its mouth, facing Samuel.

The transmitted spirit suddenly erupted.

Mixed in was a forceful "Hah!"

A cat descended from the sky, an angry hiss.

Coo-coo-coo, Celt hissed.

It seemed saying he wasn't worthy of being a cat had gotten him riled up.

Soon, bored with the game, Samuel dispelled the special effects in front of him.

The angelic cat was ruthlessly suppressed.

The simple horseplay ended. Samuel tilted his head, looking down at the crowd below.

He had long since noticed that the residents of this town from a hundred years ago had no souls; they were merely someone's memories.

Although the will of the owner of these memories was strong enough to give each resident their own actions, interests, psychology, and personalities, fakes were still fakes after all.

What Samuel liked were real people, people who could appreciate his performance or perform for him.

He had no interest in casting pearls before swine.

Boom!

Several more places exploded in the distance.

Amidst the explosions, Samuel chatted leisurely with Celt.

"Forget it. Having empathy is a good thing; it's not really a problem," he said. "Humans, you know, it's only natural to feel empathy when seeing something like this."

Then, with a light tone, he looked down toward the direction of the explosions.

Watching what was happening there, Samuel fell into thought.

"If this is a world of memories, then what roles are we outsiders playing?" Samuel muttered to himself curiously.

He looked down at himself, then at Falson, and suddenly had an idea.

"If I'm not mistaken, the 'memories' that make up this world are probably playing the role of 'fate' within it." Samuel swung his legs.

"Is that so?" Celt's reply wasn't certain. "Maybe."

After all, he wasn't directly involved, so he didn't have the same obvious feeling as Samuel.

"I don't really have any evidence either. It's probably just intuition." Samuel replied.

"This explosion probably corresponds to some kind of disaster." Samuel squinted. "A certain disaster in the memory of this place's owner is manifested in this world as an outsider's self-destruction."

"As for my watching from the sidelines..."

He clicked his tongue casually.

"I think, in that person's memory, back then, a hundred years ago in Liant Town, there were probably a bunch of people who just stood by and watched, too."

Samuel pondered, muttering to himself.

"What now? I'm starting to get interested."

"Hmm, I wonder who it is? What are they trying to do?" Samuel leaned back slightly, letting his body tilt backward on the railing without a backrest, yet not falling.

"Ah... a piece of history, interfered with by outsiders, yet developing along its original trajectory under the guidance of fate..." Samuel's face flushed slightly, as if he were embarrassed.

"Haha! Did you see that?" Samuel propped himself up on the railing, raised his head, and looked at the sky. "The owner of this memory has actually dragged me into the game."

"How could I not have a good time then?"

As he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his hands, flipped over the railing, and leaped down from the second floor.