Chapter 275 Cad Dad Is Special?

Chapter 275 – Cad Dad is Special?

= Xiaomao's Pocket Dantian =

A silhouette of a naked man dodged a dozen flying swords and appeared behind a cultivator. One of Xiaomao's tentacles turned into a blade as he beheaded the clone of Wei Feng for the 814th time.

"Haiya. It's getting difficult."

Xiaomao complained and took a deep breath, recovering his stamina.

'You're doing well, mew. Keep going. Just 186 more, and you can move on to the next opponent, mew!'

"Do I really have to do this to all the clones? Like, how many clones are there? Look at the freaking scroll bar! It's so tiny!"

Xiaomao pointed at the list of clones that he could summon. After he had defeated Wei Feng for the first time, new people appeared on the list. However, Xiaomao couldn't choose them as Mir forced him to keep fighting Wei Feng until he was sick of it.

'A thousand times is a must, mew!'

"But that clone adapts to my movements every time it comes back to life! Now, it can even predict and disable my tentacle blades!"

'That's the point of this sparring hell, mew! As you fight, you get better. At the same time, your opponent will adapt to your strategies and tactic. Once you get the first 1000th win, you will understand why I made you do this, mew!'

"…"

Xiaomao deeply sighed. He sat down and took a break. While he was at it, he opened the clone list and played with the menu.

As Mir had hinted, he could adjust the difficulty rate and preview the appearance of his opponents. He filtered the list to show only young women and set their potential to one percent.

DING

As Xiaomao had guessed, it only showed the portraits of naked young women. Xiaomao dropped his jaw and stared at the system panel in a daze.

'NO PERVERSION, MEW!'

Mir forcefully shut the menu.

"HEY! I need an energy booster! A little testosterone boost helps!"

'NO LEWD MATERIALS, MEW!'

Xiaomao pouted. Then, he looked at his Johnny.

Messing with Mir, he played with it.

'I SAID, NO LEWDNESS AND PERVERSION, MEW!'

WHOOSH

WHOOSH

Suddenly, a hundred of Wei Feng's clones appeared and surrounded Xiaomao. They stared at the awakened Dragonborn and frowned.

Xiaomao wryly smiled. He stood up and pointed his third leg at the face of his opponent.

"Fine! I'll fight you like this!"

"…"

30 minutes later, Xiaomao was cut to pieces by a thousand flying swords. His consciousness returned to reality. Mir scolded him for an hour before she forced him to resume the grind.

.

Two hours later in reality, aka 120 days in the pocket dantian, Xiaomao finally completed the 1000th kill on the clone. He let out a warcry as it took Xiaomao 220 attempts to kill the last clone.

"TAKE THAT LOSER! WOOOO!!"

DING

Suddenly, a game system's sound stopped Xiaomao from cheering for too long. He squinted his eyebrows as he didn't expect to hear a system notification in this dimension.

'Do not panic. Let it happen, mew!'

"What will happen?"

'You will be surprised, mew.'

"???"

A moment later, the clone list shone and ejected a bunch of items into the pocket dantian. Wei Feng's twelve flying swords, batons, clothes, scale armor, a vial of blood, and a red orb came out. Then, the portrait of Wei Feng disappeared from the list.

There was no system notification. Everything returned to normal, except the items on the ground.

Had this happened in the game world, Xiaomao would disregard it as another day of [Cathulhu Instinct] Senpai doing his work. But here, Xiaomao was baffled by how items appeared.

"Wait a minute. Swords, clothes, and… item?!"

'Oh, I forgot about the kleptomania trait of Cathulhus. Anyway, when you defeat enough clones, you get a random skill or ability of that clone. Unfortunately, you can only get one. We don't have those War Marionette traits that allow us to negate the Law of Heavenly Fate.'

"You lost me again. What the heck are you talking about?"

'Well, in short, you get a random skill or ability of that clone. You also get all items that the guy possessed. That's all you need to know.'

"…"

Although Xiaomao was curious about what Mir hinted, he was more interested in the new items. He lifted one of the swords and inspected it.

There was no system here except the clone menu. Xiaomao couldn't see the status or its detail like how he did in the game.

"Say, can I use these items on the next opponent?"

'Yes.'

"Hey! SWEET!"

Now, Xiaomao was overjoyed. He picked up the armor and clothes. Then, he put it on.

No more butt-naked! He now had something to wear!

After putting on clothes and armor, Xiaomao sorted the flying swords and played with them. While he was at it, he accidentally kicked a hard orb, which came in the size of a soccer ball.

Xiaomao paused and looked at it. Next to the ball, a vial of blood drew him in as if he instinctively wanted to consume them.

"Say, Mir."

'Yeah?'

"Can I take these items outside my pocket dantian?"

'Actually, yes.'

"Oh, nice… wait a minute! HOW DOES THAT WORK! I THOUGHT WE WERE IN MY BRAIN OR MY CONSCIOUSNESS!"

Mir sighed as she had explained it to Xiaomao three times already. This would be her fourth time.

'Listen here, you little shit. This place is your pocket dantian, another dimension inside you. Everything here can either exist or not depending on your will. You defeated a clone of someone that was based on the memory of the real universe, and your pocket dantian absorbed enough memory of that person to the point that you can now create a copy of the previous owner's items. If you attain a related Dao, you can bring the items out to the real world. But due to the limitations and the laws of the real universe, you can only copy one set of memory per clone. Understand?'

"Yesn't…"

Mir deeply sighed. She ejected Xiaomao out of the pocket dantian.

Xiaomao sat up and looked around. Unfortunately, the clothes and the swords were no longer with him.

"Where are the items, munya?"

"In your pocket dantian. You can't bring them out yet."

Xiaomao pursed his lips and scratched his head. But suddenly, a smooth surface of a vial hit his head. He looked at his hand, which was carrying something.

It was the vial of blood that Xiaomao had picked up earlier.

"Then, Mir, what is this, munya?"

"Wait… HOW THE HELL?!"

Mir widened her eyes in shock. She rushed to Xiaomao and grabbed the vial of blood to check it.

KLUK KLUK KLUK

Another ball was also rolling on the floor. The soccer-ball-sized orb also appeared.

Xiaomao and Mir blankly stared at the orb for a moment. Then, Xiaomao opened his game inventory.

The clothes, armor, swords, and the Oni's war mace were in there!

Silently, Xiaomao poured the items on the floor and pointed at them, "Please explain. How does this work, munya?"

"…"

For the first time, Mir was speechless. She stared at Xiaomao with round eyes.

[Cathulhu Instinct]: *AHEM* Heavenly Fate *AHEM*