Chapter 134: Volume 1, Chapter 134: Turning into a Cat, Movie Emperor (1)

777 finished checking her body, which had already returned to its previous state, and said: 'Host, shall we go to the next world?'

Jiang Zhi didn't even want to move: 'I've worked 356 days straight, no rest all year, even a production team's donkey isn't as hardworking as me.'

She had barely rested before having to go to another world, not even giving anyone a chance to catch their breath.

777: '……'

After a moment, it sighed: 'After completing all worlds, Host, you may rest as long as you wish.'

Jiang Zhi well knew how dangerous the world where the villain Yun Jin resides was, and also knew that the Main God and the system hoped she could eliminate all danger at its source.

If she could change Yun Jin so he no longer harmed the planes, she wouldn't need to go to those worlds anymore.

The situation is urgent; she still cannot rest.

'Go on.' She had just complained to the system a moment ago; otherwise she wouldn't know who to tell.

777: 'Transferring to the next world……'

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The winter night wind was bitterly cold and piercing; white snow fluttered down from the sky, blanketing the entire city in a thick quilt of snow. The night roads buried in winter snow were dotted with faint streetlights, their points of light scattering like stars in the night sky, glittering brightly.

The moment Jiang Zhi opened her eyes, she shivered from the cold, realizing her clothes were unusually thin—she wasn't even wearing basic wool or cotton, and had no umbrella, leaving her exposed to the winter snow piling onto her body.

Cold!

Her whole body felt so cold it was going numb.

'Brother 777!!' Jiang Zhi called out, trembling, her nose tip red from freezing, eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her body.

777 came online immediately, anxiously saying: 'Host! You are now facing a crucial plot point—go save the dying villain.'

Jiang Zhi had never seen it this anxious before; she ignored the cold and trudged forward through the deep snow.

The surroundings resembled the alleys of a punished old city district: walls were sheathed in ice, cracks spiderwebbing precariously, overhead power lines tangled and chaotic, hanging a few clothes racks and some tattered garments that had fallen from who-knows-where.

Not far away, a pitch-black cat lay dumped in the snow, its body covered in snow, tiny and frail, its fur clumped into strands, its chest barely rising and falling, yet still breathing.

Jiang Zhi trudged through the snow, her steps unsteady, she ran up to the cat, frowned slightly, and stared at the few large characters hovering above it.

【Villain Xie Xingyuan】

This was probably the most miserable villain Jiang Zhi had ever seen.

She didn't have time to think; she quickly scooped up the black cat buried in the snow and shoved it into her already freezing clothes, pressing it against her slightly warmer abdomen.

She shivered, her lips turning purple, and began to accept the information given by the system.

A fictional modern setting.

The original host was named Jiang Xiao Zhi; her family was so poor they couldn't afford to keep the pot boiling, and her birth parents gave her to a performing elder, who was originally a disciple of the Shaolin Temple and brought her to study martial arts.

The original host finished high school, couldn't afford college, dropped out to pursue her dream of becoming an actress.

But her acting talent was mediocre, her luck poor; she spent two years as an extra, the best she could manage being a stand-in for the female lead.

The performing elder passed away a year ago; the original host had always regarded him as her own grandfather, and without him she likely would have starved to death.

And what little she earned each month barely covered her own living expenses; in this first-tier city everything is expensive, and her residence is nearby.

Nearby is a run-down residential block in the old city district, a one-room zero-living-space unit, even poorer than the previous world; a single room contains the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

The space is cramped, only twenty square meters; squeezing all these facilities into it shows how crowded it is.

Jiang Zhi finally understood why she was dressed so thinly in the dead of winter.

Her closet had no winter clothes; being poor, she could only wear a sweatshirt or a thin jacket.

Actually, the original host had savings, not insignificant—part left by the performing elder, part earned these two years, totaling around two hundred thousand. She kept the savings untouched because she wanted to buy a house.

Having grown accustomed to a life without a fixed abode, the original host dreamed of buying a house.

The mission in this world is difficult: not only must she max out the villain's Love Value and Hatred Value, but she must also stop the villain from killing.

The black cat in her arms is the world's villain, Xie Xingyuan, who at this moment should be standing under the spotlight as a top-tier Movie Emperor; his looks are hailed as the divine face of the entire entertainment industry, he only takes film roles, and every movie he appears in breaks box‑office records, most of his roles earning him the Movie Emperor title—a true acting genius.

After debuting at twenty‑one with his first film and becoming the youngest Movie Emperor, he skyrocketed to fame; every single shot of his became a case study at drama media universities.

Such a god‑like figure, yet the heavens played a trick on him, turning him into a black cat; he then fell into the hands of a cruel cat‑abuse enthusiast, who brutally tortured him, nearly killing him in a winter snowstorm.

Jiang Zhi immediately took the black cat to a nearby pet hospital for treatment.

When the hospital's veterinarians saw the black cat covered in wounds in her arms, they sucked in a breath of cold air.

What kind of person could torture a cat to this state?

'Miss Jiang, please wait here.'

A nurse approached with a tray and said to her,

This is the hospital's emergency room, fully equipped, with heating that drove away her chill.

Jiang Zhi sat on the bench and replied.

She felt the warmth in the air with both hands, slowly growing hot and itchy, and unconsciously scratched herself, her eyes occasionally glancing toward the emergency room.

After waiting a few hours, the emergency room door finally opened.

The doctor said solemnly: 'The cat has multiple comminuted fractures, several patches of fur and skin burned, moderate burns, and several baby teeth broken; it has just been weaned, its body is already weak, and after all this it has not yet passed the critical period, requiring observation for a few days.'

Jiang Zhi's fists clenched as she listened; damn the cat‑abusing pervert—don't let her run into him, or I'll kill him!!

'Thanks, Doctor, I know.'

The doctor glanced at her red‑frozen hands, where chilblains had formed on the backs, recalling that she had kept the cat inside her clothes, warming it against her skin.

He felt both surprised and grateful, saying: 'You're probably not its owner, but for doing this much, I want to sincerely thank you on behalf of the cat.'

If it weren't for her care all along, this cat would likely have died midway.

Jiang Zhi sighed helplessly: 'If I had passed by earlier, I could have saved it.'

Having spoken, she lifted her head, eyes firm: 'Doctor, I want to adopt it and take good care of it.'

The doctor was a sentimental person, eyes brimming with tears, nodding: 'All right, don't worry—our hospital has a free stray‑cat rescue program, and all expenses can be reimbursed.'

Jiang Zhi thanked gratefully.

After the doctor left, Jiang Zhi looked through the thin glass at the black cat lying in the incubator, its body full of tubes, wrapped in white bandages, looking extremely pitiful.

The pitiful cat and person.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her hungry stomach and muttered to it: "Get better soon, come home with me."

The black cat lying on the soft mat seemed to hear her words, its drooping ears twitched.