Meow Poop Scooper System

Chapter 1: Meow Meow Poop Scooper System

Douluo Continent.

Northwest of Martial Soul City, Death Canyon.

In a nameless stone valley hidden deep within the canyon, gray-black death qi drifted thickly, yet at the valley floor, there was eerily no sound of wind.

At the center of the stone valley, a moon-white crystal floated in midair.

The crystal was only the size of a washbasin, but it acted like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing the ambient soul power drifting through the surroundings.

Even the lingering, broken spiritual fluctuations that never dispersed in Death Canyon were slowly drawn in, sinking into the crystal.

This crystal had existed for many years.

As a trial ground for Martial Soul Hall, Death Canyon had buried countless bones over the ages. The dissipated soul power of dead soul beasts, the shattered spiritual fragments of fallen human soul masters, and the thin moonlight that fell from the sky at night—all gathered in this stone valley for who knows how many years, slowly condensing into this single soul embryo.

As the last sliver of moonlight fell tonight.

Crack.

A fine crack suddenly appeared on the crystal's surface.

Then a second, a third.

In just a moment, the entire crystal shattered completely, and a small, snow-white thing tumbled down from midair.

Plop.

It landed on the ground.

"Mew?"

The little thing shook its head from the fall, taking a long time to slowly scramble back up.

It was a newborn kitten.

Pure white all over, with fluffy, soft fur and not a trace of any other color, save for a faint silver glint at the tips of its ears.

A pair of round, golden cat eyes had only just opened, still carrying a wet, bewildered look.

The most striking feature was the tiny silver bell hanging from its neck, no bigger than a fingernail.

The little bell hung there quietly, faintly shimmering with a soft, moonlit glow.

The white kitten shook its head.

Having just been born, its mind was still a blank slate, and it could only let out a soft, instinctive mew.

But as a congenital soul beast conceived from special soul power, the moment it was born, the inherited information within its bloodline surfaced.

Moon Spirit Cat.

An extremely rare spiritual-type soul beast.

Naturally attuned to moonlight, it was especially sensitive to killing intent, malice, spiritual fluctuations, and soul injuries.

As it grew, it could calm the mind, capture souls, conceal its aura, and even influence others' emotions.

If it cultivated to a high level, it could temper its spirit with moonlight and condense a unique spiritual domain.

And this place was its birthplace.

Deep in Death Canyon, Moon Soul Stone Valley.

In the Douluo Continent of today, Heaven Dou and Star Luo stood side by side, Martial Soul Hall pressed down on both empires, soul masters cultivated by hunting soul rings, and soul beasts were never the real protagonists.

More often than not, they were merely resources.

Thinking of this, the newborn white kitten's originally dazed eyes gradually sharpened, becoming lively.

Another set of memories, not belonging to the Douluo Continent, also awakened at this moment.

"Douluo?"

"Did I... transmigrate?"

The white kitten slowly widened its eyes, its gaze growing complicated.

In his past life, he was called Lin Yan, twenty-four years old, a standard internet wage slave.

His salary wasn't high, but his workload was.

By day, his boss fed him empty promises; by night, he revised drafts for clients.

His greatest skill wasn't writing proposals, but repeatedly breaking down over the phrase "change this to the final version."

His cause of death was also very modern.

That night, he worked overtime until dawn again, riding a shared e-bike back to his rental, listening to a sixty-second voice message from his boss while mentally rehearsing what he'd say at tomorrow's morning meeting.

Then, the rain-slicked road betrayed him, and a car running a yellow light at the corner sent him straight off.

The last thought in his mind before his eyes closed was one thing.

At least he didn't have to go to the morning meeting tomorrow.

"..."

Recalling the final scene of his past life, the little white cat—no, now he should be called Lin Yan—fell silent.

Good news: no more work.

Bad news: he was gone too.

But Lin Yan didn't have much attachment to this sudden accident.

His parents had passed early.

His relatives weren't close.

He didn't have many friends.

Scrolling through his contact list, aside from the client pushing for a proposal, the landlord demanding rent, and colleagues who only ever replied "received" in the group chat, there were few who would truly grieve his departure.

Thinking of this, the faint complexity that had just risen in Lin Yan's heart gradually faded.

But this new start was, to say the least, absurd.

When others transmigrated into Douluo, they either had Innate Full Soul Power or Twin Martial Souls.

At the very least, they should get a proper human identity, right?

When it was his turn, he directly became a soul beast.

And a palm-sized kitten cub at that.

Lin Yan looked down at his short little legs, then instinctively glanced back.

After two seconds of silence, his mood improved a bit.

Not bad.

At least his gender hadn't changed.

But soon, his attention was pulled back by his surroundings.

The stone valley was barren all around, nothing but black rocks and gray dirt.

Not even a single proper blade of grass, let alone a celestial herb.

This was his birthplace, and might even become his future domain.

Yet it was this destitute.

"This is way too shabby..."

Lin Yan stared dumbfounded at his surroundings, and his mood instantly soured.

Other soul beasts might not be born from heaven and earth, but at least they opened their eyes in a blessed land. At minimum, they had a place with survival resources.

But him?

Born in Death Canyon.

As far as the eye could see, nothing but desolation.

Forget being high-class and impressive—this place wasn't even "suitable for a cat to live."

If he hadn't just inherited his bloodline memories and knew he was a special soul beast, Lin Yan would have suspected he'd been randomly respawned into a newbie graveyard.

Just as he was considering whether to leave this godforsaken place first and find a shelter from the wind and rain, a crisp mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Ding, detected host successfully reborn. Meow Pet System binding...]

Lin Yan was startled.

The next moment, the gloom from his shabby birthplace instantly lifted.

A golden finger?

Arrived?

After reading so many novels in his past life, they really hadn't lied to him.

Transmigration could come late.

But a system was a must-have.

[Ding, Meow Pet System successfully bound.]

[Newbie detection complete. System panel expanding.]

Lin Yan focused his mind, and a semi-transparent panel visible only to him appeared in his spiritual sea.

[Host: Unnamed]

[Poop Scooper: None]

[Cultivation: Ten-Year Soul Beast]

[Bloodline: Moon Spirit Cat]

[Treasure: Calming Bell]

[Talent: Heart-Melting Gaze]

[Ability: Soul Devour Moon]

[Gift: New Cat Gift Pack, Century Cultivation Gift Pack]

The panel wasn't complicated.

It could even be called overly simple.

But after Lin Yan finished reading, his eyes still lit up at once.

Especially the first column.

Unnamed.

"Wait, how come I don't even have a name?"

Lin Yan's ears perked up, and he immediately asked.

The system quickly responded.

[Moon Spirit Cat has no fixed name during infancy.]

[A name must be formally given by the first intelligent lifeform to establish a deep bond with the host.]

"..."

Lin Yan froze for two seconds.

"So basically, I'm waiting to be adopted?"

The system didn't deny it.

Lin Yan's mood turned complicated for a moment.

Being transmigrated as a cat was bad enough.

Now even his name had to wait for some future poop-scooper to bestow it.

Was this identity immersion a little too thorough?

But complaints aside, he quickly shifted his focus to the information below.

Especially the second column.

Poop-Scooper.

"Meow Pet System..."

"No wonder it sounds so familiar."

Staring at the system panel, Lin Yan belatedly realized.

This thing was practically a carbon copy of an idle cat-raising mobile game he'd played on his phone in his past life.

Except back then, he was the player.

Now the roles were reversed.

Before, he was raising cats from a distance.

Now it was someone else's turn to raise him.

"..."

Lin Yan fell even more silent.

When alive, he was a beast of burden.

When dead and transmigrated, he ended up as a pet.

This twist of fate was, frankly, a bit cruel.

But on second thought, this was the Douluo Continent.

For a newborn spirit beast cub, fending for himself in the wild was clearly less reliable than finding a dependable poop-scooper.

Especially since he was a mental-type kitten, hardly the kind of build that could jump straight into a brawl.

Surviving by being cute seemed pretty reasonable.

Organizing his thoughts, Lin Yan first turned his gaze to the [Treasure] column.

[Calming Bell: Moon Spirit Cat's companion spirit tool. Can soothe the mind, nourish the soul, and weaken external mental attacks. After growth, it can calm the heart, briefly stabilize the soul, and even interrupt mental-type spirit skills.]

After reading the description, Lin Yan instinctively looked down at the small bell hanging around his neck.

The bell wasn't big, delicate like a little accessory.

But still, this was a starting companion spirit tool.

Though far from overpowered, in a place like the Douluo Continent, it was absolutely not bad.

Most importantly, this thing could save his life.

In the Douluo world, strong fighters casually unleashed spirit pressure and mental suppression.

As a newborn ten-year spirit beast, let alone a Titled Douluo, even a random Soul Ancestor or Soul King could make his legs go weak with fear.

With this Calming Bell, at least when facing mental attacks in the future, he wouldn't be completely powerless to resist.

"Not bad."

"Not a hundred-thousand-year start, but coming with gear isn't bad either."

Lin Yan nodded his cat head with some satisfaction.

Then, he looked at the talent column.

[Heart-Melting Gaze: As an extremely rare Moon Spirit Cat cub, the host possesses an innate, powerful affinity. The higher the target's intelligence, the more complex their mental fluctuations, and the deeper their inner scars, the harder it is for them to harbor killing intent toward the host.]

Lin Yan stared at this description for a full three seconds.

Then he lowered his head and glanced at his current round face.

He lifted his chubby left paw and gently pressed it.

"..."

"Wow."

"Isn't this just legalized acting cute?"

He'd been worried before—being a cub soul beast, if he ever ran into a human soul master, he might not even have time to flee.

Now it seemed the system had thought things through far better than he had.

On Blue Star, this kind of talent would at most be called "looking cute."

But here in Douluo Continent, where the average survival environment for soul beasts was absurdly harsh, it was a genuine life-saving divine skill.

Especially that line in the description—the more complex the mental fluctuations, the deeper the inner scars, the harder it is for the target to harbor killing intent toward the host.

Lin Yan narrowed his eyes.

This talent's targeting was a bit too specific.

It looked like it was tailor-made for certain "mentally unstable" dangerous individuals.

And the more dangerous they were, the better it worked.

"System."

"You're not planning to have me conquer Titled Douluo by acting cute, are you?"

The system didn't answer, clearly defaulting.

Lin Yan: "..."

Fine.

Douluo Continent really was unhinged after all.

Finally, Lin Yan turned his attention to the [Ability] column.

[Soul Devour Moon: The host can absorb moonlight to cultivate, and can also devour ownerless mental energy, residual soul power, and wandering soul thoughts, purifying them into personal cultivation. As the ability improves, it can nourish the soul, warm the bloodline, and temporarily strengthen the host's mental power.]

Seeing this, Lin Yan's eyes lit up instantly.

This ability was the real core.

Soul beast cultivation on Douluo Continent was primarily based on age; growing stronger wasn't something that happened overnight.

Especially since he was just a cub cat.

With normal cultivation, who knew how many years he'd have to endure.

But with this ability, it was different.

Other soul beasts relied on grinding through time.

As for him, besides basking in the moonlight, he could also devour and absorb the mental fragments and residual soul power drifting everywhere in Death Canyon.

Even if it sounded a bit undignified—like scavenging for food in a trash heap.

No matter how undignified, it was still a solid path to growth.

And places like Death Canyon had no shortage of such ownerless remnant souls and scattered soul power.

To other soul beasts, this place was a danger zone.

But to him, it might just be the most suitable training ground for the early stages.

Thinking this, Lin Yan's mood finally lifted completely.

He had a bonded soul tool.

A life-saving talent.

A growth-type ability.

And there were still the New Cat Gift Pack and the Century Cultivation Gift Pack unopened.

This start, while not reaching the level of a dream start, was definitely not bad.

More importantly, since the system was called the Meow Pet System, it probably wasn't just giving him a simple panel.

Sure enough.

As if sensing his thoughts, the system's prompt quickly popped up again.

[Meow Pet System has been activated.]

[The host can obtain stable shelter and growth resources by bonding with a designated caretaker.]

[By accompanying the target, soothing their emotions, mending regrets, and altering the course of fate, the host can earn Meow Wish Value and stage-based rewards.]

[The higher the caretaker's status, the heavier their destiny, and the deeper their regrets, the richer the rewards.]

After reading the explanation, Lin Yan understood completely.

This was a system that pushed him toward big shots, letting him get taken care of while doing tasks for rewards.

In simple terms.

Back in the day, tragic figures needed redemption.

Now the system was sending him—a cat—to do the job.

Lin Yan couldn't help but click his tongue.

"How does this gig sound like a psychological counselor?"

"A furry one, at that."

But jokes aside, Lin Yan had already accepted the setup in his heart.

After all, on the Douluo Continent, regrets were never in short supply.

There were those toyed with by fate.

Those dragged along by hatred.

And those who could have lived a better life but ended up walking themselves into a dead end.

As for who was closest to him right now and best fit the three conditions of "high status, heavy destiny, and deep regrets"...

A name popped into Lin Yan's mind almost instantly.

Bibi Dong.

The current Pope of Martial Soul Hall.

A super tragic figure in the original story that you simply couldn't overlook.

The moment that name came to mind, Lin Yan shivered for no reason.

Nothing else—it was just that this person's danger level was absurdly high.

She wasn't just some ordinary big shot.

She was someone who could crush a ten-year spirit beast like him into a cat pancake with a flick of her finger.

"System."

"You're not seriously telling me to go crash into the Pope, are you?"

As soon as he spoke, the system panel flickered faintly.

The next moment, a new prompt appeared.

[Detected a high-match target in the host's vicinity.]

[Matching...]

[Matching complete.]

[Current optimal caretaker: Bibi Dong]

[Identity: Pope of Martial Soul Hall]

[Status: Chronic insomnia, mental suppression, pent-up killing intent]

[Initial compatibility: 82]

[Recommendation: Approach immediately.]

Lin Yan: "..."

The stone valley fell into a dead silence.

The little white cat crouched in place, its round golden eyes wide open, even its tail frozen stiff.

It really was her?

And the system's suggestion was way too inhuman.

What did "approach immediately" even mean?

That was Bibi Dong!

With his tiny body, shouldn't he find a soft spot to land first, just in case he died too painfully?

Thinking this, Lin Yan instinctively shrank his neck, and the Calming Bell hanging from it swayed gently, letting out an extremely faint, crisp chime.

Ding.

The bell's sound rippled through the stone valley, inexplicably calming his nerves.

Lin Yan was silent for a moment, then slowly lifted his head to look beyond the valley at the Death Canyon shrouded in night.

The moonlight was faint.

The night wind was cold.

And the direction of Martial Soul City lay at the end of that darkness.

"Alright."

"Since I've been transmigrated into a cat, I can't just waste it by being a coward."

"The Pope it is."

"As long as she doesn't just swat me dead on the spot, I think... this can still be negotiated."

The little white cat flicked its tail, trying its best to look calm.

But in those round, golden cat eyes, one sentence was clearly written—

Isn't this beginner quest a bit too over-the-top?