Chapter 1 Hawaii (1) Island, Sunshine, Vacation! ...

The July sun is not to be underestimated; even with gusts of sea breeze, it still makes the cat's eyes shine brightly.

Chichi stretched himself out like a thin cat pancake, lying in the shade cast by the coconut tree, watching pedestrians carrying surfboards pass by.

A translucent sphere, invisible to everyone except her, bobbed restlessly up and down beside the cat, like a mischievous soap bubble.

This is her system, codename 1221.

The other person kept talking, their voice ringing directly in Chichi's mind, full of tourist enthusiasm.

"So? Now you know how valuable the title 'Miracle Cat' really is."

"From now on, you are free to travel the world. This is a pure vacation; there are no missions, no points, the main focus is on doing whatever you want. Just eat well, drink well, sleep well, and fully enjoy the scenery..."

The saying goes, "When a cat attains enlightenment, the entire system ascends to heaven."

1221 followed the other party through past quick-travel dimensions, completing the mission perfectly with high quality and high score each time. The other party was able to make humans become loyal followers of the Meow Meow Cult in each world.

This is such a powerful and adorable healing force that it shouldn't be underestimated!

The cat host was exceptionally good; after bestowing an honorary title upon Chichi on 1221, it followed the other person on an indefinite vacation.

It twitched its furry ears slowly.

She was bound to the current system when she was still a kitten who knew nothing.

1221 told her that at the time.

"Imagine the world is an online cat-themed game, and you are one of the players—"

The kitten tilted its head, looking puzzled.

What are they babbling about? I can't understand a single word.

1221: "..."

Fortunately, although Chichi was naive, she was also very clever and quickly understood what the system meant.

In each dimension, they will encounter different humans and environments, and the kitten's mission is to heal the target human and overcome difficulties together with them.

It helps target individuals avoid loneliness, escape from various negative emotions, and rediscover the beauty of life.

Back then, kittens didn't know how to learn essential skills from the human world; they relied entirely on intuition and system prompts.

Without human language packs, you can only figure things out on your own. Occasionally, at the start of the game, you have to go and bump into humans in the jungle.

Sometimes in the residential area, sometimes at school, in a busy city...

As she completed each mission and the plane changed time and again, her points gradually became enough to exchange for various human language packs, and she went from being a blank slate to learning more skills.

I believe that good luck has been a major factor in my getting to where I am today.

She met many wonderful people.

“I used to be very happy when I had missions,” Chi Chi said.

"It's because you're so popular with people that you completed the mission exceptionally well."

1221 sincerely believes that its cat host is impeccable: "Previously, when we traveled between dimensions, we had to be bound to the target human, which limited our range of activities."

“This time it’s different.”

"This time there are no fixed destinations or targets. We can roam the world freely, without having to provide emotional value to humans or spend all our time on missions. We can go wherever we want!"

I have to admit that 1221's declaration of a journey of freedom was very inspiring, and I've been looking forward to this trip for a long time.

Since the kitten had never been to the beach before, their first stop was Lanikai Beach on Oahu, Hawaii, which is known as the "Sea of ​​Paradise".

Everywhere you look, there are shades of sapphire blue, ranging from light to dark, so pure that you can almost see right through the corals at the bottom of the water.

I stood up slowly and shook off the sand that was sticking to my body. The texture of the sand under my paw pads was more delicate and soft than other beaches. Stepping on it felt like sinking into warm, soft clouds.

Even 1221 couldn't help but exclaim after seeing such a view: "Such a large beach is absolutely perfect for using as a litter box."

She murmured a soft murmur of agreement, the sand beneath her now warm and cozy. She stretched and shifted to her side, exposing half her belly.

The entire beach was a pristine white expanse, and the white, yellow, and black patches on the kitten's body resembled a vibrant palette of colors. The kitten's fur was distinctly different in shades, with white being the majority, creating a harmonious scene reminiscent of an oil painting.

Gradually, passersby were drawn in by the kitten's leisurely demeanor and found themselves drawn to the coconut tree.

"Milk, can I touch your milk?"

Upon hearing the other person speak, she slowly opened her eyes and raised her head. As a kitten with many skills, she could understand all human languages.

As the human woman bent down and extended her palm, she paused, momentarily stunned, upon touching the kitten's amber-colored round eyes.

—Soft honey.

This is the first analogy that comes to mind for most people.

Like flowing honey, pure and without a trace of impurity, and like freshly baked bread, it makes people unconsciously associate it with beautiful things.

Sensing the friendly scent, it hesitantly and generously rested its chin on the outstretched hand, allowing the other to stroke its soft, fluffy fur.

"So cute, so adorable! Who is the prettiest and cutest kitten?"

This phrase is all too familiar; I had heard it countless times before becoming a "miracle cat."

A tone that was even finer than before, with long hooks, called a clip tone, drilled into my ears.

Chichi twitched her tingling ears, tilted her head back, and called out to the other person.

"It's me."

Even though 1221 spends every day with the kitten and is used to this kind of response, she was still charmed by it.

The various tones of "meow meow" lingered in my ears. After the cat-loving craze subsided, I stretched my limbs and walked in the opposite direction of the coastline to the town of Kailua, which was not far from the beach.

Finding a good spot to land, she lightly leaped onto the low wall. A softly glowing sphere followed her into the air, and the kitten's pink nose twitched slightly.

A strange, mixed scent filled the air: the moist sea breeze carrying the salty tang of the sea and the fragrance of frangipani.

The aroma of slightly charred grilled octopus wafted from a restaurant not far away, and I belatedly realized it was time to eat.

He said to 1221, which was floating beside him, "Let's go find some food."

There are other cats in the town, and you can see their nimble shadows leaping onto the walls from time to time, or lying down wherever they want in the shadows along the roadside.

1221 looked at a black and white cat leisurely wagging its tail under the palm tree across from the residential area: "There's a cat bowl that humans have placed next to that cat." Just as the system was about to go over to see what food was in the cat bowl, the black and white cat stood up alertly.

It sensed something strange floating around it, looked left and right but saw no strange creature other than a foreign cat, so it slowly arched its back towards the opposite side.

"It seems he doesn't like to share."

1221 hurriedly flew back to Chichi's side.

You scared him.

Not wanting to start a fight, he quickly walked along the wall for a while and disappeared from the cat's sight.

Instead of going to the bustling tourist area, which was too crowded and noisy, she turned into a relatively quiet intersection.

The streets are lined with quiet residential houses, with tropical plants growing in front of and inside the houses. The fresh and bright greenery is everywhere, and cotton and linen fabrics on clotheslines sway in the wind.

As dinnertime approached, the humans began their return journey from the beach, and the honey-eyed kitten nimbly darted across the walls of varying heights.

"The name of this street is interesting, Elima Street."

1221 explains the text the kitten can't understand: "Ilima is the island flower of this island, also known as the golden flower."

I stared at the street signs for a long time, seemingly understanding them but not quite. The smell wafting from the courtyard next to me reached my senses before my eyes could see them.

Clean clothes dried in the sun, and the natural sweet aroma of starch from food.

1221 saw the kitten's nose twitching and stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard: "The kitchen is cooking local specialties, poi, which is taro paste."

"It smells so good." Chi Chi sniffed it carefully.

Compared to the vacation homes on other streets, this place is more like a local's self-built house. The courtyard is not big, but it is kept exceptionally clean. Vines with small pink flowers climb the walls, and several large-leaved Monstera deliciosa plants stretch out.

She saw the owner of the courtyard, an old woman with silver hair, sitting in a rocking chair on the veranda, slowly weaving something.

Sunlight shone on the wrinkles at her temples, making her look like a pebble polished by the sea—gentle, without sharp edges, and the faint fragrance seemed to settle there, becoming exceptionally soft.

"Bang—"

The sudden noise shattered the peace.

Startled, Chichi took a step back, hiding his body under the lush green leaves.

The gate to the neighboring courtyard was rudely pushed open, and an old man in a dark green shirt rushed out carrying something, heading straight for the courtyard where Chi Chi was.

The old man, with his messy gray hair, spoke in a gruff voice and kicked the courtyard gate twice: "Is anyone home?"

He muttered something under his breath, the exact words were indistinct, but his tone was harsh, as if he was annoyed that the door hadn't been opened promptly.

Before the person inside could answer, he slammed the plate he was carrying onto the low decorative fence. The movement wasn't gentle, and the food inside shook.

"There's some fish here, too much for me to eat myself. It would be a waste to throw it away, so I'll give you some."

He shouted these words at the old lady under the veranda, his voice rough and loud.

"Ouch."

Like Chichi, the old lady was genuinely startled, but this situation was probably not uncommon. She put down the fabric with the crooked stitch in her hand and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Thank you for troubling me again, Richie. Thank you for always thinking of me."

The old man outside the door reacted as if he'd been burned, waving his hands wildly and raising his voice even louder: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Those inside the courtyard couldn't see his face clearly, but he eventually came into full view.

The other person turned around almost immediately, strode back to the next house, his back view showing an awkward stiffness, and then slammed the gate shut with his foot.

He hesitated for a moment before turning his gaze to the old woman, who simply smiled, as if she were already used to his words and rude actions.

The plate of fish on the fence looked very fresh, smooth and tender, and it smelled of fresh ocean. A middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen and took the plate from outside the yard to the old lady.

"That was fierce." 1221 flew above Chichi's head. "That little old man from earlier."

"He's clearly doing a good deed, so why does it look like he's doing something bad?" Chi Chi shook her head, shaking off Ye Zi who was bothering her.

1221: "Some people are like that; they like to say one thing and mean another."

Even after getting to know many humans, the kitten still has many unsolved mysteries about two-legged creatures, such as their complex behavior of saying one thing and meaning another.

Cats can be aloof at times, but if they like someone, they will definitely get close to that person and rub against them affectionately.

Humans are different.

Chichi had seen TV shows in the mission world before, where some people, despite liking someone terribly, would deliberately avoid them for fear of their feelings being discovered. Chichi still finds it hard to understand this kind of complicated and awkward emotion.

1221 After the kitten emerged from under the thick vines, it said excitedly, "Why don't we go next door and take a look? Maybe they have extra fish there."

"I don't think he's very friendly."

Having witnessed what had just happened, Chi Chi hesitated.

Unable to resist 1221's encouragement that there would be fish to eat, she jumped onto another section of the courtyard wall.

The old man hurriedly returned to the house from the porch after entering the gate. Watching the human's disappearing figure, the kitten's gaze shifted to the outside of the veranda, and it was stunned as soon as it touched the yard.

Compared to the quiet courtyard next door, this place looks like a "battlefield" that has been bombarded by artillery shells.

There was a pile of sea fish on the ground that had just been caught and were being processed, or were only half-processed.

Fishing gear, surfboards, and scattered tools were piled up haphazardly in the corners, and an old, cracked guitar lay under the porch.

The presence of birds of paradise at the entrance and the robust palm trees in the courtyard adds to the overall unrestrained and carefree atmosphere.

The fresh sea fish laid out to dry on the ground were extremely tempting to the cat.

Chichi asked 1221, "Is this considered stealing?"

1221, though unconvinced, still argued: "How can a cat's search for food be called stealing!"

“You just heard him say that he can’t possibly finish all this fish, and it would be a waste to throw it away. Can you help him finish some?”

1221's words are like bait to lure the cat, constantly shaking the sense of rules and order that distinguishes it from other cats.

She considers herself a kitten who understands human morality, but unfortunately, she has a system by her side that allows her to shed her burdens during her vacation.

"There are no system tasks now, no target humans. All you need to do is unleash your true nature, rediscover your instincts, and not be bound by the rules of the human world—"

"......"

The light orbs were making her ears itch, and she slowly used her paw to slap the impassioned system away: "If you do something bad and they find out, they won't even see you. I'll be the one who suffers."

"I'll keep watch for you."

1221 quickly adjusted its position and floated to a higher point on the courtyard wall: "The old man has gone inside, and the door inside is closed. This is a golden opportunity, so let's seize it now."

It leaped down from the wall slowly, its fleshy paws landing on the ground with almost no sound, like a white, yellow and black shadow gliding along the ground.

The target is half a sea fish that looks very plump and meaty.

Just as he had finally managed to drag the fish away from the pile and was about to carry it up the wall in one go—

"Bad cat!"

A brightly colored parrot had appeared under the porch sometime during the day. It stood on a perch, tilted its head, and its sharp, round black eyes locked onto the kitten carrying half a fish.

He clearly witnessed the whole thing.

The budgie flapped its wings, cleared its throat under the pleading look in its eyes, and its loud, exaggeratedly comical voice echoed throughout the yard.

"Fish thief! Catch the thief!"

A note from the author:

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Important notes before reading:

*This story is set in a fictional world and includes locations that do not exist in reality.

*Only real-world place names are used; the regional settings and storylines are entirely fictional.

For example, in reality, Hawaii and other regions have very strict animal control, and some scenes in the text are not allowed, so only a small number of real place names and attractions are used, and the rest are fictional and the author's own creation.

Simply put, each world is a utopian parallel world that borrows real-world place names.