A Stroke of Great Luck

When Fat Orange wanted to recommend someone to warm his bed, Wuma Xiu flicked Fat Orange's forehead, his tone tinged with amusement:

"You, your owner must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have adopted a cat like you."

This isn't raising a cat, it's practically worshipping an ancestor.

Everyone says cats are the masters, but I wonder who the real master is between the person and the cat.

Being a pet owner is really tough.

After uttering that sigh, Wuma Xiu disappeared.

The Fat Orange looked around again and again, and after seeing that the person had really disappeared, it meowed softly a few times.

[Hey, even if you don't want him, I can recommend others to you, Fat Orange Lord. Why are you running so fast? Do you know that my Fat Orange master is a sickly weakling?]

As dusk fell

Fat Orange jumped back into the house, only to find that its bowl, which was usually filled with dried fish at this time, was empty.

Meow~ woof~

[Useless Master, Fat Orange Lord, where are my dried fish?]

God doesn't actually need to sleep.

But Wuma Xiu wanted to sleep.

He simply felt that the twilight was so pleasant that it would be a shame not to take a nap under the bright sunlight.

However, if he sleeps on the street, he might be mistaken for a large piece of trash and put into a recycling bin by a cleaning robot in the early morning.

They'll have to crawl out of the garbage dump then.

That's so embarrassing.

So, Wuma Xiu wandered into a grove of trees.

The only sounds here are the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the occasional chirping of birds.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of pine resin and wildflowers.

The ground was covered with soft moss, probably because of the recent heavy rains; stepping on it felt like walking on clouds.

Wuma Xiu strung several vines between two straight Ancient Trees, and with a few deft movements of his fingertips, he wove a vine net with varying density.

He rolled over and lay down to try it out; the vine net swayed gently.

The elasticity is just right.

But I'm still missing a pillow.

He looked around, but the stones were too hard, the moss too damp, and the thicker fallen leaves were soft.

But it crumbles easily when squeezed, and isn't fluffy enough.

He looked up at the sky and suddenly remembered that when his confidante, the Goddess of Beauty, was being lazy, she had casually plucked a piece of cloud to use as her mount.

It is said that it was even given a name, called Flowing Clouds ).

The other party can not only fly and float, but also change color according to its mood.

Although it was nearing dusk, the sunset was still incredibly beautiful.

Orange-red clouds filled the entire sky, and brilliant rays of light poured down from the gaps in the clouds, coating the forest with a warm amber glow.

The clouds, large and small, were dyed in varying shades of orange-pink and golden-red; some looked like cotton candy, others like rolling waves...

One of them.

Round and chubby, with its tail held high, it's a perfect silhouette of that Fat Orange from before.

"You're the one."

Wuma Xiu smiled and waved at the Fat Orange Cloud.

It wasn't because it was particularly beautiful, but because its shape reminded him of that orange cat.

Actually, he quite liked the Fat Orange.

Unfortunately, it already belonged to someone else, so he wouldn't take what belonged to another.

The Fat Orange Cloud seemed to understand, and it floated down lightly from the sky, obediently stopping in front of him.

The cloud was fluffy and soft, with a pale golden halo around its edges from the sunset, and it felt warm to the touch.

"Yes, I like it very much."

Wuma Xiu took out the wine from his waist and poured it into the Fat Orange Cloud again and again.

He always likes to treat people he likes or others to drinks.

The wine seeped into the Fat Orange Cloud, giving it a hint of red in its original orange-red color.

Wuma Xiu reached out and ruffled it, then curled it up and placed it comfortably on the vine net, before lying down on it.

The moment my head sank into the clouds, a soft, fluffy sensation spread from the back of my head all the way down my body.

He rubbed his face against the clouds, closed his eyes contentedly, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Excellent, excellent, that's what true friendship is all about."

He Goddess of Beauty are really getting along better and better.

However, he'll have to show off this newly acquired cloud to his confidant another day.

As Wuma Xiu thought this, he closed his eyes, and the vine net swayed gently in the evening breeze.

"How come you only caught one today? Just one? If we take him back, the boss will probably be furious."

Deep in the woods, several dark figures were whispering amongst themselves.

They wore dark clothing for concealment, but their cuffs and collars were adorned with metal badges.

The emblem vaguely resembled the outline of a ferocious beast's head.

They were Space Pirates, but not ordinary Space Pirates.

Ordinary Space Pirates goods, money, and energy resources.

The "treasure" they stole was people.

Nowadays, some wealthy people like to try new tricks; the more remote the planet, the more untouched a natural beauty can fetch an astronomical price.

The profits involved are so high that they make people envious.

A single successful job can earn the equivalent of a year's income for an ordinary Space Pirates robbing ships along the route.

"But you know our boss's standards, Brother Chen. He doesn't like ordinary stuff. It has to be stunning, absolutely amazing. You're making it sound like that kind of stuff is everywhere."

Old Li, who spoke first, leaned against the tree trunk, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his tone irritable.

"Moreover, ever since that Yang Zhi became Major General, he's been cracking down on this kind of thing. All those previous leads have been shut down, leaving us with no choice but to try our luck in this run-down Wine Star. The problem is, there's really nothing to see in this godforsaken place. We're lucky if we find even one person today."

Old Li spoke, he glanced to the side.

There was a long-haired young man who was tied up unconscious.

She was quite beautiful, but her complexion was too pale, making her look like a sickly beauty.

But one isn't enough.

Old Li was worried, and even his movements as he looked around were tinged with anxiety, his gaze sweeping aimlessly through the woods.

Then, he suddenly stopped.

Old Li spat out the grass from his mouth, rubbed his eyes, and then gave his companion's arm a hard tug.

"Old Chen, look over there."

The man called Old Chen followed his gaze, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A vine net hangs leisurely between two trees, the afterglow of the sunset filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

A boy was lying on it, fast asleep, using something he couldn't tell what it was as a pillow.

The other person lay on their side in the vine netting, their head sunk into it, their cheeks tinged with a very faint blush by the sunset.

The whole person was like a treasure hidden away by this forest.

"You've hit the jackpot!"

Old Chen licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse, the earlier irritation completely gone.

He had been hunting for over a decade, and for the first time, he felt blessed by God.

If the boss saw this, he'd probably laugh himself to sleep.

Old Chen gestured behind him, and several dark figures silently dispersed, forming an encirclement as they moved towards the vine net.