Am I A God?

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

"Dust Ball! Dust Ball! Save me! The other cats are bullying me!"

With tears streaking down his cheeks, Matcha raced forward. However, he was immediately intercepted by a few muscular black cats after taking just one step.

All these black cats were almost bald from all the scars adorning their bodies. Pinning down Matcha with their glare, Matcha felt as if they were gonna kill him.

One of the black cats shouted, "Hey kid, where are you from?"

Another black cat retorted with a curl of its lips, "This is the black cats' territory. No cats of color are allowed in!"

Suddenly, Matcha was alerted to this peculiar situation. Actually, the seemingly peaceful playground was split between different cat groups. Each group was vying for another's territory as they seek to expand theirs.

"Kid, get lost already. We black cats do not welcome cats of color."

One of the more muscular cats reached its arm forward and shoved Matcha to the corner of the playground.

Immediately, Matcha felt as if his vision was blanketed by darkness as a shadow loomed over him. This was none other than Chic Bro.

Chic Bro was not happy. His huge stature towered over Matcha with a snarl stretched across his face. Also, his black pupils had already conscripted into vertical thin slits, fixing his death glare straight on Matcha.

"Kid, it seems like you still don't want to submit to my rule and is trying to find help." At the same time, Chic Bro was brandishing his razor-sharp claws which he waved in Matcha's face.

Matcha could only stare in Dust Ball's direction and screamed frantically, "Dust Ball! It's me! Save me!"

Dust Ball was currently suntanning on a grass patch with a group of black cats surrounding her. All of them seemed rather happy playing with the kitty towers and see-saws.

Hearing Matcha's desperate cry for help, Dust Ball simply rolled over to another side and stuffed her finger into her ears.

With all hopes lost, Matcha collapsed to the ground with his body pointed towards Chic Bro, "Bro, it's my fault."

"So you finally admit your mistake? A pity that it's all too late." Chic Bro scoffed, "From now on, I'll teach you why flowers are all naturally red."

"Watch out for my Caesar claws!" Chic Bro threw his paw in the air with five rays of light reflected off of it as it came slamming down on Matcha.

Just before his claws made contact, a strong yet invisible force slammed against Chic Bro's belly which sent him flying off as he crashed against a wall.

Matcha could only watch in disbelief as this unbelievable scene happened. Suddenly, Zhao Yao's familiar voice rang in his ears, "R*tard, what are you waiting for?"

Matcha was overwhelmed with emotions as he screamed, "Dad! Dad, you came to my rescue?"

Actually, Zhao Yao was simply levitating in the air above the playground with deflective field wrapped around him. With Roly Poly resting on his head, he was completely invisible to the naked eye.

Zhao Yao was disheartened by Matcha's performance, "This stupid cat. Was he defeated by these group of lousy cats … I've truly wasted my points on him."

Meanwhile, Matcha's laughter swept across the playground as he ran towards the fallen Chic Bro, "You stupid cat, do you finally understand the gravity of your mistake?"

A level seven deflective field had an effective radius of 35 meters. Hence, he could still help Matcha despite floating at a height of 20 meters.

With deflective field enveloping his entire body, Matcha began to launch a barrage of kicks and punches on Chic Bro.

Bam! One kick landed straight on Chic Bro's waist as he groaned in defeat. This time, he didn't even bother to get back up.

Matcha pointed at Chic Bro's three subordinates and sneered, "Do you see this? This is what happens when you go up against me, Matcha!"

The three cats were trembling in fear and showed no signs of retaliation.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yao continued to float in mid-air with his eyes observing the wardens. The wardens comprised both humans and cats. Despite witnessing this battle between the prisoners, they showed no signs of interfering. Instead, they were observing it with a smirk on their face.

The remaining cats on the playground were either indifferent to it or simply rooting for them. They seemed to be enjoying this spectacle.

This intense atmosphere of violence was spreading across the whole prison.

With his brows knitted together, Zhao Yao muttered, "Why did this happen? Based on Inspector Ho's words, Cat King of the West was edifying these criminals, turning them into more kind-hearted individuals. From the looks of it, this prison is significantly worse than a normal one. What happened?"

At the same time, Matcha was lying on the ground, enjoying his sunbath. Somehow, Chic Bro and his three subordinates had turned into Matcha's subordinates, keeping an eye out for Matcha's safety.

Zhao Yao descended next to Matcha and chastised him, "What are you doing? Didn't I give you the illusion collars?"

After all, Zhao Yao was specially designated by Inscptor Ho to come here. Naturally, he had privileges which all criminals would crave for. The collars attached to Matcha and Dust Ball not only had no electric shock capabilities, they were even sealed with Zhao Yao's illusion. That was why he even dared to send them in in the first place.

Matcha immediately recounted the story of their collars. Zhao Yao could only roll his eyes before sealing another fresh illusion inside this new collar.

"Alright, don't lose this ever again. I've set the effective radius to one meter. Hence, use time-freeze and get within one meter of your opponent. Then, activate this collar and your opponent will be robbed of its five senses."

A sinister smile danced at the corner of Matcha's lips.

Zhao Yao then rushed over to Dust Ball's side and sealed the illusion within her new collar.

At the same time, another cat had approached Matcha with a snigger, "Hmmm, I've never expected to see you here, Matcha. I guess we were born to be eternal enemies."

Matcha raised his head to the sight of a rotund American Shorthair. Who else could it be other than dear Fish Ball?

"Fish Ball? You're here too?" A platoon of cats of different pedigrees stood behind Fish Ball. Matcha's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "You've become one of the bosses here?"

"You are not the only one who has improved." With a wave of his paws, Fish Ball continued, "Speaking of which, how did you end up here? Is it because you've grown old and ugly so Zhao Yao has no choice but to throw you here? Meowhahaha!"

Matcha replied calmly, "I was caught for a telecommunications fraud, but I believe it's a mistake on their end. Hence, I should be out pretty soon."

Suddenly, amongst the wardens who were busy enjoying the show performed by Matcha, a cat warden emerged and threw its arms in the air, "Hey, you! That orange cat! That rapist! I want you to come with me after admin time! Don't try anything funny with me!"

Matcha's jaw went slack as he pointed at himself, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, George Matcha, the cat who raped four female cats within a minute. Isn't that you?"

Anger seared through Matcha as he retorted, "Zhao Yao! Of all crimes why must it be this?" Suddenly, a frown descended on Fish Ball's face as he mumbled, "D*mn it, I've lost."

Zhao Yao who was in the midst of sealing the illusion in Dust Ball's collar rolled his eyes and muttered, "Lose your ass."

Meanwhile, Matcha clarified with the warden, "What do you want me for?"

The cat warden let out a bone-chilling laugh and replied, "You'll find out soon enough."

A humongous golden exclamation mark appeared above the warden's head. This peculiar punctuation was only visible to Matcha.

"Hmm, has my superb fighting techniques attracted its attention which prompted it to ask me for help?" However, Matcha had no time for this silly question as he continued grilling Fish Ball, "How about you? How did you end up here?"