Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

Looking at the wreckage of the house, Bai Song's face turned pale. To witness such a scene early in the morning was quite overwhelming. Fortunately, Bai Song was the only person in the house at the moment, and he was the only one frightened by the situation. If someone else had been in the house and seen this scene, they might have thought it was the start of World War III.

If, as expected, a few more of those ordinary explosives were thrown, this house, whose owner was still unknown, would likely be reduced to rubble. I mean completely flattened, leaving only a doorway. Although the identity of the house's owner was not yet known, the fact that the house was haunted gave a clue. Most likely, the unfortunate ghost who was previously blown up by Tom was the owner. So, there was no need to worry about encountering the homeowner one day because... the homeowner had already found physical peace.

However, if Bai Song didn't stop this cat and mouse fight happening again, not to mention the feelings of the homeowner, just the noise from the explosions could disturb the neighbors enough for them to call the police. That would be enough to ruin Bai Song's day.

"Tom! If you don't stop now, there won't be any food for today and tomorrow!" Bai Song, forced to take extreme measures, used a powerful move that didn't involve Command Seals but had quite an impressive effect.

The moment Bai Song uttered those words, Tom was instantly startled. He froze in the middle of throwing a lightning bolt towards Jerry. He quickly shifted his gaze to the lit red bomb in his hand and panicked. He ran back and forth within a one-meter radius, desperately trying to find a place to put the bomb. But he had no idea what to do!

If he threw the bomb to explode near Jerry, there would be no food for him today and tomorrow. But if he randomly tossed it somewhere else, the outcome would likely be just as tragic. It would be like the logical loop of "looking for a job when you don't have one, only to be told you need job experience to apply."

Finally, Tom seemed to come up with a solution. He clenched his teeth, made up his mind, and quickly placed the bomb under his own behind. Tom, being a cat, then sat on the hand holding the bomb while using his free right hand to cover his ears.

"Bang!!!"

With the explosion of the bomb, the wooden floor beneath Tom's buttocks instantly turned charred, and Tom's buttocks themselves turned pure black. From the perspective of onlookers, one could almost call it carbon.

As Bai Song watched Tom's actions, he couldn't help but cover his face again, inadvertently causing Tom more trouble.

Miscalculated; I should have shouted after Tom threw the bomb.

However, in doing so, it is evident that the damage to the building caused by the bomb has been minimized. I wonder why. When the bomb was thrown, it could bring down a wall, but when it was placed beneath Tom's buttocks, it only blackened the ground. It seems only Tom's backside can withstand such an impact.

Although that may be the case, Bai Song surveyed the building, now on the verge of collapse, and it seemed reducing the damage from one or two bombs was no longer necessary.

Jerry squatted in a nearby corner, watching Tom blow himself up. He couldn't help but support himself against the wall, clutching his belly, and laughing mockingly.

From this new perspective, Tom, who had instantly returned to normal, could only stare blankly. If he were to get angry and engage in a battle with Jerry right now, he would have fought in vain after being blown up like that.

"Jerry, if you continue to cause trouble, I'll halve the conditions for contract negotiations!"

"Hahaha... gah, hiccup~?!"

Jerry was mocking Tom when suddenly he heard Bai Song's words. Jerry immediately stopped laughing and was startled, letting out a hiccup.

Tom had only gone without food for two days, while Jerry would have to settle for half a meal every day in the future. That's the difference between going hungry for a meal and going hungry every meal. The thought of the newly obtained meal ticket instantly vanishing made Jerry extremely anxious. This couldn't happen, absolutely not!

Immediately, he stood upright with a panicked expression, as if he were standing at attention. "Hiccup~."

Seeing Jerry being punished as well, Tom's state of mind quickly balanced out. Being punished was not scary; what was scary was being the only one punished. It felt great to know someone else was being punished alongside him.

At this moment, Tom had such a mindset.

Once the cat and mouse quieted down, Bai Song could finally sit on the coffee table and catch his breath. Don't ask why he was sitting on the coffee table; if you have to ask, the answer is that the house was about to collapse, and the floor was just a pile of debris. The coffee table was the only relatively clean place to sit.

Bai Song rubbed his face with both hands, wiping off the black gunpowder residue.

Waking up early in the morning to such excitement is truly overwhelming. Bai Song is genuinely scared, worrying about what would happen if he were to have a heart attack one day.

No, this can't go on; it will definitely lead to significant problems.

"Bū ↗~ Mm ↘~ Bū ↗~ Mm ↘~ ." Just as Bai Song was thinking of tidying up the coffee table and taking a short rest on it, a sudden urgent alarm sounded outside the house, startling Bai Song once again.

Startled by the alarm, Bai Song quickly climbed off the coffee table and stealthily maneuvered around various large holes, trenches, and piles of debris on the floor, eventually reaching a window in a room.

Seeing Bai Song's actions, Tom and Jerry followed suit, quietly making their way to the window. They lined up side by side, their hands gripping the edge of the window, exposing only the upper half of their heads as they looked outside.

Upon seeing the situation outside, Bai Song's pupils contracted in an instant. He saw a fire truck parked outside, along with several police cars, their emergency lights flashing. Two police officers had already entered the front yard and were searching around.

Witnessing this, Bai Song's face turned pale in an instant. He quickly ducked his head, pressing his back against the wall beneath the window, and Tom and Jerry mimicked his actions perfectly. They even synchronized their timing and movements for evading the police, as if they were suited for piloting mechas in the Pacific Rim.

"Oh no, we're in deep trouble."

Bai Song wished he could slap himself from a minute ago. Why did he think it would be fine if the neighbors called the police for some reason? Turns out it was actually happening, just as he feared.