Gun's Great Adventure (Should Be Able to Comment After Republication)

The cat-eared girl, holding down the channel-changing button on the remote and staring at the flickering images on the screen, let out a long, bored yawn after playing for a few minutes.

So boring, even changing channels has become boring.

Gun lowered her head and licked her tail, casually tossing the remote aside before starting to leap and search all over the living room.

The house was quiet everywhere, with only the occasional sound of splashing water coming from the room next door. Almost everyone, including Big Cat, had gone on a trip, and the only ones left to guard the house this time were a cat and a fish.

"I'm so bored..." After leaping around for another circuit, Gun returned to the sofa, trying to curl herself into a small ball, lazily flicking her tail. "Big Cat went out again, and Big Cat didn't take me to play..."

The Little Merman in the room next door was still vigorously splashing water. She really couldn't understand how that little fish had such abundant energy and could be so happy just playing with water. Thinking about this, Gun couldn't help but feel a little envious of Doudou and vaguely nostalgic for her own past.

Although her memories from when she was very young were a bit hazy, Gun still remembered that when she was just a cat, she never felt as bored as she did now.

Back then, it seemed like there were always many fun things waiting for her. Even though her mind could only process a few things, she could easily find great joy in those limited activities—a ball of yarn could keep her happily occupied for an entire day, she could go scratch Big Cat's door and be chased around by him, she could bat at the little rubber balls Big Cat bought for her and not get bored even after playing all afternoon. But why couldn't she do that now?

Gun looked down at her hands. Human hands were very complex and could do many, many things. Human minds were also very complex and could think about many, many things. But perhaps it was precisely because there were too many things they could do and think about that they became bored.

Gun jumped off the sofa, ran to her toy box, and pulled out the little rubber ball she used to love playing with, batting it a couple of times.

Then, she let out a dejected meow.

Maybe... I should try a different way to play?

Gun looked closely at her hands, thought for a moment, and decided to use her creativity.

Human hands could grab things and throw them.

She picked up the ball, squeezed it, and then aimed at the nearby wall, throwing it with all her might.

With a bang, a dark imprint was left on the wall, and the ball bounced back.

This is so much more fun!

Gun felt like she had discovered a new world. She picked up the ball and happily ran around the living room, throwing it at every spot that interested her.

On the ceiling, on the walls, on the kitchen door—the ball left deep and shallow marks everywhere, then bounced around the living room.

Until, with a bang, a small rubber ball became embedded in the center of the TV screen on the TV cabinet.

The picture on the screen shook violently a few times, then turned black with a wisp of smoke. The TV itself swayed back and forth before finally toppling headfirst off the TV cabinet.

Gun stared blankly at the TV, then suddenly jumped up: "Meow!!!!"

What should I do? Will Big Cat eat me?

No, no, I heard kittens are very expensive. How could he bear to?

But I was the one he picked up! I'm not expensive at all!

Gun's ears and tail stood straight up, the fur on them slowly puffing out. At the same time, she heard the sound of splashing water from the room next door had stopped at some point.

The Little Merman in the room seemed to have heard the commotion here too.

Gun felt her brain suddenly become much more efficient, instantly coming up with countless possible consequences and solutions. Given the situation, sticking the TV screen back together with saliva probably wouldn't work—she didn't have that much saliva, and that Little Merman would soon discover the truth in the living room. So, the current situation was...

In that instant, Gun suddenly remembered a plan she had long ago, which had never been realized.

She scrambled with all her limbs towards the stairs, ran to the second floor, and found her hidden treasure in the storage room: a small bundle. Then, she rushed back to the living room in a flurry, tucking her tail into her clothes as she ran, and finally dashed towards the front door.

As she burst out of the house, she suddenly remembered something. She ran to the coat rack, found a big hat, and put it on properly to cover her ears.

After doing all this, the cat-girl rushed out of the house and fled.

Here I come! The outside world! The Feline's first step to conquering Earth begins here!

Half an hour later, Gun stopped at a street corner, opened her small bundle, and stared blankly at its contents.

Oh no... The plan from back then had a huge flaw.

The bag had too many toys and no food.

Why didn't I pack any food back then?

Ah, I remember now. The plan was that I could catch mice myself after going out, so I didn't need to bring food...

But I don't want to eat mice anymore.

Gun patted her belly. She wasn't hungry yet, but she would be in a few hours.

Going home was definitely out of the question. That fish must have already discovered that she had broken the TV at home, and Doudou was supposed to watch cartoons in the afternoon. Without the TV, that fish would be terrifying.

If she went back, she would definitely be beaten by the fish.

Gun's limited brain selectively forgot that there was a TV in every room of the house.

I must get some food.

Gun rummaged through her clothes and finally found a few crumpled banknotes in a pocket.

She vaguely remembered that this was the allowance Big Cat had given her after she was finally allowed to go out alone.

But because shopping was too troublesome and it was better to save time by climbing more trees, she had hardly spent any of it and had saved it all.

Gun looked at the banknotes in her hand and fell into thought.

Then, she tried hard to recall the process of buying things that Big Cat had taught her, clutched her saved pocket money, and headed towards the nearest store.

"Boss! I want dried fish! Biscuits! Dried tofu!" Gun leaned on the counter, staring intently at the shop owner. "Where are they?"

The shop owner was looking down at his accounts. He raised a finger and pointed towards the shelves. "The snacks are on the second shelf in the back. Help yourself."

Gun let out a sound and was about to leave when the owner suddenly looked up.

"Hey? Aren't you that little girl staying at Hao Ren's place?"

Hearing Big Cat's name, Gun jolted, almost jumping. She thought the person in front of her had seen through her plan and was about to catch her and send her back to get spanked. But then she heard the shop owner continue, "It's been a while since Hao Ren came by. Is he on another business trip?"

"B-Big Brother is on a business trip," Gun almost bit her tongue but managed to remember what she had practiced countless times before.

"Oh, tell him when he gets back that the brand of cat food he ordered last time has arrived."

Gun, wanting to get away quickly to grab her snacks, stopped in her tracks at this.

Her eyes lit up, and she slapped herself onto the counter. "Cat food! Boss! Give me the cat food!"

The shop owner was startled by the cat girl and leaned back. "Oh, oh... Right, you can buy it too. How much do you want?"

Gun slammed all the change she had onto the counter. "How much can I buy?"

A few minutes later, Gun left the store, clutching two large bags to her satisfaction.

These bags were definitely too heavy to carry before, but after becoming human, not only had her size increased, but her strength had also grown significantly. Carrying these felt like nothing. It seemed being human wasn't so bad after all.

Now that she had food, what was the next step in conquering the world?

Gun ambled down the street, pondering her world-conquering plan as she walked.

Next, she should gather some subordinates.

There seemed to be many stray cats around here...

If she used a bag of cat food to bribe them, it should be easy to win them over, right?

What about after she had subordinates?

Cats alone would have a hard time ruling the world. Gun, who had now gained a high level of intelligence, understood this well.

She still needed to rely on human strength, as humans were very convenient for many things.

So, she'd have her subordinates find humans and act cute, turning humans into tools for world domination!

Then, she would use humans to establish a puppet regime... starting with managing this street.

Gun planned as she walked, the beautiful future of her successfully ruling the world and establishing a Feline Empire flashing in her mind.

If that happened, she'd hand over the Feline Empire's management to Big Cat. That way...

Big Cat probably wouldn't hold her responsible for breaking the TV anymore, right?

As the sun gradually set, a cat girl, filled with ambition and carrying two large bags of cat food, walked down the streets of the South Suburbs with high spirits.

Go find the places where stray cats gather.

Distribute the cat food.

Assign tasks.

Although those seemingly clumsy stray cats didn't seem to understand her perfectly, they were certainly happy when they ate.

Squatting by the trash can in a street corner alley, Gun handed out the cat food she held, watching the calico cat in front of her meticulously lick every kibble clean.

In a daze, she seemed to see herself from years ago, except back then, she was in the calico cat's position, and the one holding a handful of cat food was Big Cat.

So this was what it felt like when humans fed cats?

It didn't seem like much... Why did Big Cat feed her back then?

Did he have a lot of food? Or did he actually want to conquer the world back then?

Many random thoughts swirled in Gun's mind, but she didn't realize that the calico cat in front of her had already run off.

She hadn't even had a chance to assign tasks yet.

She clapped her hands, stood up with a hint of dejection, and then licked a bit of residue from her paws. She grabbed some more cat food from the bag she was carrying, tossing it into her mouth as she walked aimlessly.

It was dark now. At this time of day, usually... Big Cat would call her for dinner.

Winter was over, but the early spring nights were still cold.

Streetlights flickered on one by one, and the ground lights beneath the ornamental trees lining the road also lit up. Although it was a run-down district, it was still a district. Near the city limits, some things had been planned and built back in the day. These ground lights and a nearby shopping mall were all products of ambitious plans from that era.

A cold wind blew, and Gun shivered instinctively. Then, she sluggishly realized—she no longer had her thick, warm fur.

She should have worn more clothes when she left.

She had spent all her pocket money on expensive, high-grade cat food, and it seemed she didn't have money left for clothes.

Gun looked at the streetlights coming on, scratched her chin, and recalled why she had run out in the first place.

It was just playing with a ball, not a big deal. Why did she run out?

Gun shrank her neck in the increasingly cold night wind. She saw the ground lights nearby, and some distant memories and experiences surfaced. She slowly walked over and squatted down on a ground light.

In the past, when it was very cold in winter, the ground lights were a good place to warm up.

The small ground lights were just right for a stray cat to squat on. The heat from the lights wasn't very strong, but it was enough to help the cat ward off the cold wind.

Some very light rustling sounds came from nearby. A few stray cats emerged from the bushes, their light paws carrying them towards the nearby ground lights.

They looked at the human squatting beside them with some surprise, seemingly not understanding why a human would also squat there.

Gun looked down at its feet with a bit of dejection.

It wasn't warm at all.

Was it because it was wearing shoes? Or because it was too big?

In any case, its childhood memories and experiences were useless; it wasn't warm at all.

A dirty stray cat cautiously approached. Gun's aura didn't cause the stray cats to scatter as they would from a stranger, but its human appearance still made them wary.

"Is this your spot?"

Gun looked down at the stray cat and asked curiously.

The stray cat flicked its tail and meowed in response.

Gun thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed. It stood up and moved aside, "Then you squat here~~"

"Meow?"

"I have a warm place to go," Gun said, happily holding a large bag of cat food. "I'm going home!"

Leaving the bewildered stray cat behind, it trotted cheerfully in the direction of home.

I can't quite remember why I ran away back then, but how could Big Cat bear to hit me when I'm this cute? the cat-girl thought gleefully.