After reading all day, Jiang Han finally emerged from her cat nest.
It was not because she had mastered the contents of the books, but because the instincts of a Giant Cat Lamp were stirring.
She was hungry.
Naturally, if one was hungry, one had to eat. That was the philosophy of Giant Cats, and also the philosophy of Witches. Witches admired—but did not advocate—the behavior of mages from other worlds who willingly gave up every material pleasure for the sake of knowledge.
The purpose of mastering power was to survive and live better. If pursuing greater power meant beginning to cut back on one's quality of life, then what was the use of gaining even stronger power?
Giant Cat Staff Cafeteria.
"Meow-ao-ao! If turning into a battle-hardened Giant Cat Lamp meant never being able to eat braised pork again, Cat definitely wouldn't agree! Meow-ao-ao!"
Cat Carlo meow-aoed as she refuted one of Jiang Han's philosophical musings. "Why does Cat want to survive? Because every day Cat survives is a new day, and every day, Cat can enjoy that new day. Some creatures are always looking for trouble. Rather than barely dragging out a hundred years, Cat would rather gorge herself for sixty! Meow-ao-ao!"
Perhaps that was the philosophy of Cat Lamps.
Jiang Han had to admit that there were benefits to staying with Giant Cat Lamps.
The same was true of staying with Witches.
Because both races possessed a distinctly hedonistic streak—or rather... hedonistic realism? To them, today was today, and yesterday was yesterday.
Though they could sometimes be rather hypocritical, fond of dragging out other people's yesterdays to mock them, that too was a positive attitude.
"Cat thinks so too."
The Big Orange Giant Cat spoke from beside her. Before this Giant Cat Lamp sat an enormous