Reality Was Even More Fantastical Than His Dream

Ling Yu had a beautiful dream.

In his dream, he successfully signed the young man he had his eye on at first sight.

The other person was incredibly lively in front of the camera.

They surged forward, climbing from the rookie charts to the top, reaching the pinnacle of fame.

Then the scene shifts, and the boy suddenly returns carrying a chubby orange cat, blinking his round eyes as he asks him:

"Brother Ling Yu, can I keep it?"

Ling Yu looked down at the Fat Orange.

The cat was nestled in the boy's arms, slowly licking its paws. Halfway through, it raised its head and waved its thick paw pads at him.

He actually saw a "try disagreeing" expression on that round, chubby cat face.

For some reason, Ling Yu suddenly felt a pain in his face.

It felt like a stick gently "kissing" his cheek.

Ling Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

His mind was blank, as if someone had scooped out his brains and replaced them with water while he was asleep.

Everything in front of him was white. He instinctively reached to the side and swiped his fingers through the air.

Where's the bedside table?

He didn't remember moving the bedside table; why couldn't he find it?

Just then, a low "meow~" came from the side, the last syllable of which was kept very short and hesitant.

Ling Yu's fingers touched something furry and warm, and he quickly withdrew his hand in fright.

He doesn't remember ever owning a cat.

Are you looking for this?

A clear voice fell from above, followed by a cold metal object being placed into his outstretched palm.

Those are his glasses.

This sound finally restarted Ling Yu's brain, which had been shut down for a long time, and pieced together the fragments of memory one by one.

Ling Yu remembered everything.

He was talking to the boy earlier.

A Fat Orange cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere and, without asking any questions, gave him a dizzying slap.

He was so useless that he was knocked unconscious by a cat.

He, a grown man, was slapped unconscious by an orange cat.

"... Thanks."

Ling Yu took the glasses, but didn't put them on immediately.

He clutched his glasses in his hand, staring at the floor, mentally preparing himself.

He was actually knocked unconscious by a cat.

If this sentence were posted on the Star Network, everyone who sees it will probably burst into laughter.

In just one short sentence, there were so many flaws that even he himself couldn't bear to list them all.

In the end, Ling Yu put on the glasses.

Reality doesn't give him much time to isolate himself.

With the lenses placed on my nose, the whole world jumped from a blurry 270p to ultra-high definition 8K.

Then he saw a person and a cat.

Wuma Xiu was holding the chubby Fat Orange in his arms.

The Fat Orange cat buried its entire face in his arms, only its two flattened ears and round back of its head showing. Its tail hung listlessly in the air, twitching nervously every now and then.

Do you remember what happened?

Ling Yu glanced at the cat and felt that this world seemed somewhat magical.

He actually sensed guilt in the other person.

"I think... I was knocked unconscious by this cat?"

Ling Yu raised his hand and touched his face, then his body, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He remembered receiving a solid paw strike from the cat, spinning several times before falling to the ground.

Logically, even without a concussion, at least half of his face should be swollen. But now, there's not a single bruise, let alone any injury; his whole body feels as comfortable as if he'd just had a massage.

How strange, he doesn't seem to be in any pain.

"Actually, the God of Wine appeared just now and saved you. But as the price for saving you, he drank all the wine here."

Wuma Xiu, holding Fat Orange, said something that made Ling Yu's vision go black. He hadn't quite heard what came before, but he heard that his wine had been finished. In that instant, he didn't care about manners and quickly walked to the wine cabinet that was specially used to display his collection.

The cabinet door was wide open, and the inside was completely empty; not even a drop of water remained at the bottom of the bottle.

All those rare vintage wines he had painstakingly collected, amassed through countless hours of effort, resources, and connections, those treasures he planned to savor bottle by bottle in his retirement, were gone.

Ling Yu was born and raised on the Wine Star. From the age of crawling around naked, he fell asleep to the smell of wine and developed a special affection for it.

He can choose not to sign big deals, and he can choose not to get a raise or promotion.

But the wine cabinet cannot be empty.

Ling Yu clutched his chest and turned around, his lips moving several times before he finally asked, "Who did you just say...?"

He said he never changed his name or surname, and that he was the God of Wine.

Wuma Xiu sat upright in the chair, holding the Fat Orange in his arms, obediently nodding his head with an extremely innocent expression.

Ling Yu's mind went blank for one second, two seconds, three seconds.

He looked around at the spotless living room, the neatly arranged furniture, himself unharmed, the empty wine cabinet, and the boy in front of him who was blinking his big eyes and holding a chubby orange cat.

Ling Yu reached out, grabbed the outside of his thigh, and twisted it hard.

"Hiss--"

A sharp pain shot through my leg.

This isn't a dream.

Ling Yu was knocked unconscious by a cat, but was saved by a god.

The reward this god received was all the wine in his cupboard.

How could reality be even more surreal than his dream?

Don't be too sad.

Seeing that Wuma Xiu looked like his soul was about to float out of his mouth, he felt a rare sense of guilt.

He was so bored after rescuing the person that he was sitting on the Sofa swinging his legs when his nose suddenly twitched, drawn by the aroma wafting from the wine cabinet.

He only intended to try a tiny bite, just a tiny bite.

As a result, while drinking and waiting, they unknowingly emptied the entire cabinet.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering twice.

He didn't do it on purpose.

"Are you sure the other person is the God of Wine?" Ling Yu's tone was full of doubt.

People from Wine Star practically grow up surrounded by alcohol from childhood.

Brewing wine, tasting wine, and toasting.

These three things are etched into the very bones of every Wine Star people.

Ling Yu had been exposed to their praise and hymns to God of Wine since he could remember.

In those ancient blessings, God of Wine is the most carefree and unrestrained Gods in the world, able to drink a thousand cups with friends without getting drunk. Even the streams he passes by turn into fine wine. A single word of praise from him can bring glory to three generations of Brewing Artisan...

He was a free spirit yet sophisticated god; even when he wanted to drink, he would simply invite others to drink with him in a hearty manner.

How could he possibly have drunk all his wine?

And putting that aside, how could the other party possibly appear by such a coincidence?

Ling Yu preferred to believe that he had simply fainted due to low blood sugar.

Meanwhile, a wine thief broke in, swept away his treasured collection, and threatened the boy in front of him not to tell anyone.