The System Teaches You How to Be Human

[Logging out…]

[Logout complete.]

Si Yisi logged out smoothly along with System 1314.

After they left, Gu Changkong turned writing novels into a lifelong career. He experienced moments of great success as well as setbacks when his works didn’t perform well.

Eventually, he became a famous writer and, for the rest of his life, offered his help pro bono to original creators who were victims of plagiarism, helping them seek justice.

Original works, long live!

System 1314, Yi Shan, thanked Si Yisi. “Thank you.”

(T/N: Apparently author decided to change 1314’s human name ¯_(ツ)_/¯)

“No need.”

Si Yisi watched Yi Shan begin her self-repair process. A day later, he unexpectedly ran into Yi Shan again, but she looked drastically different.

She had cut her hair short, giving her a bold and dashing appearance. The timid and easily-bullied air she once had was completely gone.

When Si Yisi saw her, Yi Shan was cleaning the armory at the main system’s station. He watched as she stuffed handguns, landmines, and rocket launchers into her personal storage space with great force.

Si Yisi: “…”

Women are devils.

The mission rewards for clearing rogue hosts and rescuing small worlds were very generous. Si Yisi finally saved enough points to buy…

A gaming console.

Apparently, this expensive gaming console could also help hosts access certain related missions.

Si Yisi was a little excited about it.

The next time he saw Chi Chun, the latter was being forced to exercise on a treadmill by another host.

When Chi Chun spotted him, it was as if he had seen a savior. Waving his limp arms, he cried, “Ah Si, help!”

The host beside him turned around, and it turned out to be Mo Wuchang.

When Mo Wuchang saw Si Yisi, he “wept bitterly,” and diamond after diamond fell to the ground, each one caught skillfully as if he were performing a juggling act.

“Boss! Why don’t you cry anymore?!”

Si Yisi glanced at Chi Chun, then at Mo Wuchang. “…”

He wasn’t good at socializing, didn’t want to play mediator between the two, and definitely didn’t want to see Mo Wuchang crying diamonds.

So, almost as if fleeing, Si Yisi quickly left to take on another mission.

***

However, this time, the target of the mission seemed to have a bit of a problem.

All he heard was a series of “Meow, meow, meow, meow, rawr!” before being thrown into the mission world.

There’s a saying; ‘out of ten orange cats, nine are fat, and one is extremely fat.’ Right now, Si Yisi had become that one extremely fat orange cat.

“Meow~” Si Yisi couldn’t help but want to lick his paw. But as soon as he lifted it, the motion froze. The orange cat’s body was too fat to support such an action.

Si Yisi finally understood why the main system hadn’t bothered instructing him to communicate with the mission target this time. Talking to such a fat orange cat was probably beyond the system’s capabilities.

The original body of this orange cat was called Da Pang. Its brain capacity was incredibly small, and even its memories were vague and hazy, as if covered by a thin veil.

(T/N: Da Pang = Big Fatty// TL: It’s a mega chonker!)

This fat orange cat had originally been a stray, but unlike other strays that were filthy and skinny, it was as round as a ball.

As a kitten, its size was already about twice that of other kittens. Even though it lived a life of hunger and wandering day after day, it never managed to “lose weight.”

Before being taken in, the orange cat’s mind was filled with thoughts of eating and sleeping. But after a little girl brought it home, the word “family” was added to its tiny brain capacity.

It wanted to protect its little owner.

However, after the orange cat arrived at the little girl’s home, it vaguely sensed a cold and oppressive atmosphere in the household. The man of the house was a drunkard who loved to commit domestic violence whenever he got drunk.

The man of the house seemed convinced that the little girl was the illegitimate child of an affair her mother had, and he frequently beat and scolded both the girl and her mother. The girl’s mother remained submissive, always silent and enduring, secretly shedding tears in the shadows.

The fat orange cat, Da Pang, was confused and lacked the higher comprehension of humans. It only understood how to clumsily lick and comfort the little girl when she silently cried while touching her bruises.

The domestic violence in this household escalated, growing worse and more frequent, with no end in sight.

One day, the man came home drunk again. This time, his drunken rage seemed to have been triggered by something, and he grabbed a bottle and swung it fiercely at the back of the little girl’s head!

At that moment, Da Pang finally understood. It mustered its ball-like, overweight body and desperately collided with the bottle!

Its body was flung through the air by the force of the bottle’s impact. The glass shattered into countless shards that embedded themselves into the fat orange cat’s body.

Lying in a pool of blood, it looked up one last time into the terrified eyes of the little girl. She rushed forward and held the bleeding, injured cat in her arms. Above her head loomed the grotesque face of the man.

Its owner… Who would protect her after its death? No one!

Da Pang wasn’t smart. Most of its life had been consumed by thoughts of eating and sleeping. However, it could instinctively judge whether humans treated it with kindness or disdain. In the final moments of its life, Da Pang’s willpower transcended its limitations.

“Meow…”

I want my little owner to be safe.

Si Yisi: “Meow.” I understand. I will protect your owner.

He spoke to the fragile soul of the orange cat.

The body of the cat Si Yisi now inhabited came with many limitations, but that didn’t mean they could stop him.

He struggled to move the overly large and overweight orange cat body, attempting to look around.

Si Yisi was currently in a hidden corner of a garbage heap. A few wooden planks blocked his view, but they also shielded him from the prying eyes of other stray cats and dogs.

***

At this moment, the fat orange cat was still in its stray phase and hadn’t been taken in by its little owner yet.

However, Si Yisi had already made up his mind. He wasn’t planning to passively wait for the girl, Jiang Wenwen, to adopt him as the orange cat, Da Pang.

What could a fat cat accomplish? Its body was too fragile to fight humans; it would be like striking a stone with an egg. Even if Si Yisi managed to deal with the abusive man, the weak soul of Da Pang couldn’t endure the overwhelming impact of such actions.

Moreover, in Si Yisi’s opinion, there was a deeper issue worth considering as to why the abusive man acted with such impunity.

Jiang Wenwen’s mother, Jiang Lian’an, clearly loved her daughter. However, she had never thought of resisting or stopping her husband’s atrocities, which ultimately led to such a tragic outcome.

A mother should possess strength, but Jiang Lian’an hadn’t demonstrated even a shred of it.

Even if the abusive man were removed from the picture, given Jiang Lian’an’s personality, such tragedies could easily repeat themselves in the family.

Jiang Wenwen would likely never grow up peacefully or normally.

Thus, perhaps the only effective method was to address the root cause.

Si Yisi preferred simple and straightforward solutions, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to strategize. After sorting through these matters one by one, he had come up with an initial plan.

Si Yisi twisted the fat orange cat’s body, struggling to squeeze through the gap between the wooden planks. He patted his paws and slowly waddled toward the nearest gathering of stray cats. His chubby body swayed with each step, exuding a comical yet endearing charm.

The first step was to establish dominance!

If he were to be a cat, he would be the most dazzling sight!

“Wow, look at that orange cat! It’s so fat!” A passing girl exclaimed as she gazed at the orange cat with its alternating orange-and-white fur.

It was the fattest orange cat she had ever seen. Its entire face resembled a large, fluffy pancake, with soft flesh piled on top. Its body appeared just as plush, evoking the feeling that touching its fur would make your hand sink into squishy softness.

With its chubby face and round body, the cat’s tiny, pointed ears occasionally twitched atop its head.

The fat orange cat took slow, deliberate steps, walking as if it were the most glamorous beauty among the chubby ones.

The girl, who had stopped to marvel at the cat, even thought she detected… a hint of killing intent from it? She tilted her head, puzzled as to why she had such an impression.

The girl ran over and squatted beside Si Yisi, watching the orange cat waddle with its short legs in a rhythm that resembled a dance. Its bright, shiny eyes seemed as if they were ready to charm her at any moment.

Si Yisi’s fur nearly stood on end!

The instant the girl reached out to touch him, the fat orange cat suddenly unleashed its “flying legs,” bolting away like an arrow released from a bow!

It looked full of deadly determination, and for a moment, it moved faster than the cars speeding down the road.

The driver of one of the cars: “???”

Holding the steering wheel, he instinctively glanced at his rearview mirror. Did something yellow just fly past?!

The girl: “???”

Isn’t that cat running a little too fast? Did I just witness a fat orange cat outpacing a car with short legs that seemed powered by a motor?

No, no… it must have been an illusion!