Chapter 338 - 280: ’Poop Scooper’, ’Cat Lord’, and ’God

Chu Bamboo slowly opened his eyes and looked around, finding himself in the Ecological Garden. He didn’t feel any pain in his head. "Nuwa No. 17, report the time!"

"Current time: 6:00 AM sharp, Imperial Capital Time."

After a moment of collecting his thoughts, Chu Bamboo suddenly realized what was happening. With a bitter smile, he uttered five words: "The Cat of Destiny brings chaos."

Chu Bamboo realized that because his death in the previous timeline had been too clean and swift, he hadn’t sealed the related memories... ’In that case, I might as well just meet the Cat of Destiny! Otherwise, with my memories unsealed, it’s only a matter of time before the Big Orange Cat shows up in my face.’

’I can also use this chance to test... if what Fifth said is reliable or not.’

Space warped, and a Big Orange Cat appeared out of thin air. She eyed Chu Bamboo quizzically. "You are? Wait, this is Nuwa’s Divine Domain..."

"Poop Scooper. Cat Lord!" Chu Bamboo bluntly uttered the two phrases.

In that instant, the Big Orange Cat’s expression changed.

After a moment of thought, she slowly landed on the ground. She tilted her head up slightly, scrutinizing Chu Bamboo. She opened her mouth to speak several times but said nothing. After a long moment, she asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

Chu Bamboo was a little surprised; the Big Orange Cat hadn’t used her Destiny Assimilation on him this time. He said softly, "Wait a moment!"

Then, right in front of the Big Orange Cat, Chu Bamboo raised a finger, pressed it to the spot between his eyebrows, and sealed away all his memories involving the Cat of Destiny.

Chu Bamboo glanced at the Big Orange Cat and saw that she now had a peculiar expression. But he didn’t explain his actions...

"I want you to completely erase your avatar, the Fifth Apostle!" Chu Bamboo stared directly at the Cat of Destiny, enunciating every word. "And then, leave... and stay far, far away!"

’Of course, even if the Big Orange Cat actually does it, I’ll still wait until six or seven this evening to see if that strange entity from the black mist has any other tricks up its sleeve,’ Chu Bamboo thought.

’If I can confirm that the entity won’t appear again after this, it will prove that killing the Fifth Apostle really does solve the problem!’

’Then, I’ll kill myself...’

’Reset to 6 AM, before the Big Orange Cat shows up, and kill the Fifth Apostle using a different method!’

’There’s no other way...’

’Even if a direct confrontation with the Big Orange Cat is a shortcut to solving this, I can’t forget Fifth’s dying warning...’

’Do not trust the Big Orange Cat.’

’Even if this method works, the repercussions will be severe!’

"Interesting! Very interesting." The Big Orange Cat gazed at Chu Bamboo, intrigued. "Is that a request? Seeing as you uttered those two phrases, I’m not entirely against the idea... But first, I need to ask a question..."

"How do you know about that?" The Big Orange Cat’s tone changed noticeably. "Or could it be... you’re..."

The Big Orange Cat paused, giving Chu Bamboo a deep look, then shook her head firmly. "No, you can’t be."

Chu Bamboo was taken aback. After a moment, he collected his thoughts and asked cautiously, "So, do you know God’s true name?"

"You’re this weak, and you dare ask that?" the Big Orange Cat mocked. "So, are you still not going to tell me?"

Chu Bamboo said nothing, simply staring calmly at the Big Orange Cat.

"Fine!" The Big Orange Cat nodded. "I don’t know where you learned about... that... but I’ll stick to what I said! I’m willing to do it."

Chu Bamboo was stunned. ’Wait, are those two phrases really that effective?’

And then...

A cat’s paw pressed against Chu Bamboo’s forehead.

"But before that, since you’re unwilling to talk... I’ll just take it myself..."

...

He opened his eyes again.

Chu Bamboo let out a heavy sigh. ’What can I say... It was completely expected. The Big Orange Cat would probably only fight the black mist entity and try to save my life if that strange being was breathing down both our necks...’

’So capricious and complicated!’

Rubbing his aching temples, Chu Bamboo started to get up, but then he suddenly realized something. He stared at the Little Mushroom Head with an inscrutable expression. "Nuwa No. 17, show me my diary again!"

Looking at the numerous projected diary entries, Chu Bamboo quickly swiped through them. This time, his "good brother" had lived long enough for Lin Xin Bamboo to be born. Therefore, Lin Xin Bamboo was no stranger to him... Of course, the diary was as fragmented and chaotic as ever.

Finally.

Chu Bamboo found Lin Xin Bamboo’s messages and quickly swiped down to the sixty-second one—

"...As usual! Following your last will, Uncle Chu, this time... I’ve prepared some surprises for you at that place!"

It was a very simple sentence, but a strange look crossed Chu Bamboo’s face.

He mumbled to himself, "’If I’m not mistaken, that must be the underground base in the outskirts of Shanghai! Surprises... surprises.’"

Previously, up until May 2nd in the Real World, he’d only ever glanced at the diary after entering the Dream World for each reset.

In the later loops, he couldn’t even be bothered to look at all. He would just get up, go out, and call Ning Linglong, focusing all his energy on the matter of Rewriting the Divine Techniques of the living.

’But now that I’m actually trying to solve this, I need to see what kind of legacy my "good brother"... and Lin Xin Bamboo... have left behind. I wonder if this inheritance can help me in my current predicament?’

’That’s right... speaking of inheritances!’

Rubbing his cheeks, Chu Bamboo looked at the Little Mushroom Head. "Bring me ’Chu Bamboo’s’ inheritance!"

「A moment later.」

Chu Bamboo stared in astonishment at the wine flask, Turtle Shell, and Chixiao Sword that appeared before him.

’There’s more here than there should be... Wait, these two items don’t belong!’ Chu Bamboo’s brow furrowed. He recognized them as the two artifacts he had taken from the White Eagle Cultural Museum, but the crucial question was...

’If these two are here, then where are the others?’ Chu Bamboo couldn’t wrap his head around it. ’My "good brother" lived for so many years in the Real World; how could he have failed to collect the other Artifacts? Why am I only being given these two...?’

And...

"Where is my Void Bracelet?" Chu Bamboo’s gaze sharpened as he stared intently at the Little Mushroom Head. "Nuwa No. 17, I need you to search again..."

Chu Bamboo described the appearance of his Bracelet in detail.

For a moment, the Little Mushroom Head was silent.

Confusion appeared on Chu Bamboo’s face. He waited in silence for half a minute. Just as he was wondering if he should ask again, he heard the Little Mushroom Head say, "Commencing data search... Confirmed. The Void Bracelet was destroyed in the year 20●● during the ●● Campaign..."