Yama Reborn-Chapter 562 - 559: The Happy Life of a Cat Servant

Chapter 562: Chapter 559: The Happy Life of a Cat Servant

Chapter 559 [The Happy Life of a Cat Slave]

In Cairo, Egypt, July, the sultry weather makes one feel dizzy after standing outside for just a moment.

Legend stands by the window looking at the street outside, where the locals tend to wear long sleeves to minimize skin exposure and shield themselves from the sun.

The Gray Cat lazily sprawls across the sofa, nestled between two cushions, waving a paw: "Close the curtains, it’s too bright."

Legend respectfully draws the curtains, then sits before the Gray Cat: "Master..."

The Gray Cat yawns, finally crawling out from beneath the cushions, stretching its body on the sofa, and lightly jumps onto the coffee table: "Get some food, I’m hungry."

Legend immediately calls room service and orders two lunches.

Legend looks into his wallet and sees that there are not many bills left.

Legend awkwardly says, "Um, Master... we don’t have much money left..."

"So what." The Gray Cat tilts its head at Legend.

Legend is stunned.

The Gray Cat scoffs, "I’m a cat! As a cat slave, shouldn’t it be your job to feed me?"

Legend feels a bit bitter.

The money in the wallet was actually given to him by the Gray Cat when they arrived in Cairo. Only two thousand US dollars.

Who knows how this cat managed to swipe a wallet from the airport.

If spent frugally, it could last a while.

But this Gray Cat loves luxury, insisting on staying in five-star hotels and eating gourmet food.

This amount of money is quickly dwindling.

However, the Gray Cat is reasonable; clearly, the previous words were just a joke.

Because after lunch, the Gray Cat says to Legend: "Let’s go, we’re going out."

After taking a taxi for more than half an hour, they arrive at a wealthy district on the west side of Cairo.

Luxurious mansions with gardens and swimming pools are scattered on both sides of the hillside.

The view in the distance is expansive.

After getting out of the car, the Gray Cat leads the way, taking Legend to the front of a house: "Climb over."

Legend swallows hard...

Is this cat master taking me to commit a robbery?

"No nonsense, hurry up, it’s too hot outside." The Gray Cat seems lazy, but its tone is cold.

Legend clumsily climbs over the wall.

He has now lost all his abilities, just a regular middle-aged man’s level of physical fitness.

Even climbing a simple wall leaves him panting.

Once in the yard, Legend looks around, while the Gray Cat is already swaggering towards the front door.

Legend observes the yard around him, with the scenic pool’s far edge near the hillside, but the pool is empty, dry.

It’s probably been a long time since it’s been cleaned, with many fallen leaves and sand.

Legend is somewhat relieved — this house probably is not inhabited.

At the front door, the Gray Cat is already inspecting the door, shaking its head: "It’s been pried open."

The door lock is indeed broken; with a gentle push, the door slowly opens.

Inside is a very spacious entrance hall, with a high ceiling design and huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The oil painting on the wall and the hanging decorations are already covered in dust.

The living room’s sofa and fireplace are also covered in a thick layer of ash.

The Gray Cat grumbles unhappily: "There used to be a row of gold-plated candle holders on the mantel, looks like they’ve been stolen by a thief."

Looking around the living room, it seems to be orienting itself, then turns and runs off.

Legend follows the Gray Cat into the kitchen, an open kitchen that is quite big.

On the floor are shards of broken dinner plates.

The Gray Cat inspects the nearby opened cabinets, shaking its head angrily: "Good taste, they even stole the dinnerware. They used to be pure silver forks and knives, and fine porcelain."

Legend gulps: "I’ll check the master bedroom, most homes have a safe in the master bedroom."

"No need to check, there’s no safe here." But then the Gray Cat pauses and adds: "You can check the master bedroom wardrobe, the wardrobe handles should be pure gold, find a tool to pry them off."

Legend is stunned and thinks, How do you know that?

But upon reaching the master bedroom on the second floor, Legend is dumbfounded.

The spacious master bedroom has a round, luxurious mattress, now filthy and dusty.

What stuns Legend is...

Mounted on the wall above the bed is a huge framed painting.

On the canvas is...

A cat!

In the painting, a chubby Gray Cat adorned in gold and silver, wearing a crown, in a lazy yet elegant posture.

Legend can’t help but curse inwardly.

"Surprised why there’s a portrait here?

It’s simple... this house is mine."

The Gray Cat is standing at the door, glancing up at the wall painting: "This is my room, but I actually never spent much time here."

Said impatiently, "Check if the wardrobe door handles are still there."

Legend suppresses the questions in his mind, runs to the closet to check, then comes out shaking his head: "Master, the wardrobe door handles are gone, looks like the thieves were professional and knew their stuff."

"There’s some taste, but not enough." The Gray Cat jumps on the large bed, soon despising the dust, jumping back to the floor lazily says: "If they truly had taste, they’d take this wall painting— I spent four million US dollars to have a very famous artist paint my portrait. A master’s work."

Legend forces out an awkward smile.

Who would want to steal a cat’s portrait?

No matter how the master’s work, it’s hard to sell.

In this house, Legend ran all around, checking every room.

By Legend’s judgment, the thieves who entered this room weren’t just one group!

Anything that could be taken from this house before was stolen.

However, the Gray Cat disliked the strong smell of dust in the room and went outside to lounge by the scenic pool.

Legend searched the entire room but found nothing, and could only walk to the Gray Cat’s side helplessly.

"How about it? Did they really leave me nothing? These thieves are too much."

"It’s inevitable for thieves to break into a house that hasn’t been lived in for a long time." Legend smiled wryly, "Moreover, after the first batch of thieves, if no one reports it, over time people might come back repeatedly to take things."

The Gray Cat waved its paw, "Let them steal as they like."

Legend smiled, "Should I contact a housekeeping service to clean the place?"

"No need." The Gray Cat shook its head, "No one is going to live here anyway. Cleaning would just make it nice for the next batch of thieves."

"So, do you mean we should sell this house and exchange it for cash?"

The Gray Cat glanced at Legend, "The house isn’t in my name. I’m a cat! Have you ever seen a cat sell a house?

I had one of my former servants buy it many years ago. There’s a dedicated bank account that covers the taxes regularly.

But unfortunately, that guy is dead now.

I guess the regular funds from that account are about to run out. In a couple of years, without the taxes paid, this house will get discovered by the local government and auctioned off."

"So, what do we do now?" Legend sighed.

The Gray Cat looked at the house, "Go to the storeroom and break open the ceiling. There should be an iron box inside, bring it to me."

Legend immediately turned and ran back into the house, and shortly after came out looking dusty, holding a rusty iron box.

The square iron box was about the size of a small briefcase and was quite heavy to carry.

"When I broke the ceiling open, there were even mice inside." Legend said with a wry smile.

The Gray Cat immediately backed away in dislike, "I detest mice the most, stay away from me."

A cat that hates mice.

Legend used a rusty hammer found in the storeroom to break the lock on the box.

Inside the box was a set of very special keys.

And a few special metal cards.

Legend recognized them right away. Though he wasn’t an ordinary person to begin with, having been a significant figure in past years, he quickly realized what they were.

These were keys to various private bank vaults, and the metal cards were customer identity credentials.

Many Western banks offered such private vault rental services. Clients could use the identity cards or keys to access them anytime.

The older the bank, the more private these services were. Many private banks didn’t recognize people, just the credentials and keys.

Legend determined that these keys and credentials likely belonged to five or six different private banks.

"These contain my stash. The bank vaults should have enough money to cover expenses if we withdraw some."

Legend nodded, "Once we withdraw some cash, we need to consider where to keep the remaining keys and credentials. Keeping them in this house isn’t safe.

It seems the place is frequently broken into."

Legend thought for a moment, "Or, I could create a legal identity and transfer the house and bank vault ownership to my name. Then hire a service company to clean and maintain the house regularly, and install a security system to prevent thieves.

After all, in the future, I will be your servant, and I can handle these things for you."

The Gray Cat disinterestedly shook its head, "No need for such trouble."

Looking at Legend, the Gray Cat said slowly, "Once we get the money, you can toss the other keys back into the house or keep them if you like."

"Huh?"

The Gray Cat yawned, "You didn’t think I only had this one stash, did you? I have at least eight hundred more like this around the world.

And even if they were all lost or stolen, it wouldn’t be hard for me to get money."

Legend thought about it, and it made sense.

If this cat wanted money...

It could just as easily clear out Egypt’s national treasury.

Who could stop it?

"But in the future, you’ll need someone to handle and manage these tasks for you—like those servants you used to have.

I can take on that role."

Legend loyally pledged allegiance to his cat master.

The Gray Cat still looked uninterested, "I said no need. Let’s get the money now and find a good restaurant for a big meal. I’m hungry."

·

Retrieving the money was extremely smooth.

In a very old private bank in Cairo, they presented the keys and metal card credentials and were quickly given VIP treatment, led to a certain vault deep underground.

That area was deeply buried, with devices to maintain constant temperature and humidity throughout the year.

The bank staff politely excused themselves once they led Legend inside, leaving to wait outside.

Legend opened a vault, unsurprisingly finding what he was looking for.

The vault was large, containing some gold bars and a box of US dollar bills.

The gold bars were of the one-kilogram variety, roughly a hundred in number.

The US dollars amounted to about one million.

Legend thought for a moment and called the bank staff inside.

He opened an account—with his current identity.

Then requested all the gold to be converted to cash at the bank’s purchase price and deposited into his account.

He also had the one million US dollars counted and deposited into his account.

The process took some time, and the Gray Cat became a bit impatient.

Legend smartly took a thick wad of US dollars and tossed it to the bank staff, "I want my cat to receive VIP service!"

The staff member, who was a manager at the bank, happily accepted the thick wad of hundred-dollar bills.

Then, very quickly, the gray cat was brought to the VIP lounge of the bank, where two young female staff members came over, one to massage the gray cat, and the other continuously bringing in various foods.

Fruits, milk, coffee, desserts...

The gray cat was happy.

It found the person with the grandest bosom, jumped into her arms, twisted its body, and revealed its head, allowing another servicewoman to feed it.

In two hours, all procedures were completed.

Corot obtained a bank card, with the account suddenly containing several million US dollars.

And the gray cat, after being petted, looked lazily satisfied, having eaten and drunk its fill.

Corot handed the two servicewomen, who had attended to the gray cat for two hours, a stack of dollars, squatted down, and let the gray cat jump onto his shoulder.

As they left, the bank manager, dressed sharply in a suit with gray hair, respectfully accompanied them to the door.

A Mercedes was parked outside, which Corot had instructed the bank manager to book through a call.

The driver opened the door, and the person and cat got in the car; Corot then reported the name of Cairo, Egypt’s most expensive restaurant.

After a luxurious feast, Corot couldn’t help but lean against the chair, letting out a contented sigh.

In a top restaurant splendidly decorated, with courteous waiters, well-dressed guests, and even dinnerware made of gold and silver...

Such a feeling made Corot truly feel he had returned to his comfortable human life!

Stuck in Antarctica for so many years!

Then caught by that annoying Seed to be a pig for years! Even had to eat dog food!

Although he had reverted to human these past two days, following this cat master, he hadn’t truly enjoyed himself before.

Even the plane was in an economy class!

The luxury car tonight, the sumptuous dinner, finally gave Corot a sense of his lifestyle from the past.

All night, Corot pondered how he should interact with this cat master in the future.

Betrayal was definitely out of the question!

Because the gray cat can transform him into a human – only twelve hours a day.

If he betrayed the gray cat and ran away...he would only revert back to being a pig!

Being human for twelve hours a day is already quite good.

So he must entice this cat master well, being together with it, both keeping it happy and making himself comfortable.

He had lost all of his special abilities and was merely a normal human being.

Without the cat master, he, as a feeble middle-aged man, might find survival quite difficult.

After considering it for a night, Corot formulated a preliminary plan for himself.

Early the next morning, with the gray cat’s approval, Corot went out.

He headed to several of Cairo’s best pet stores.

When he returned to the hotel at noon....

The gray cat initially had a bit of dissatisfaction about being left alone at the hotel.

But Corot didn’t return alone!

Behind him was a long line of hotel staff!

Every staff member was holding a high-end pet cage.

Each pet cage contained a cat carefully bred and adorned in coat, physique, and appearance.

Every one was a female cat!

Each was roughly two to three years old.

After handing out a stack of tips, the staff left.

Corot walked up to the gray cat, smiled ingratiatingly, and said, "Master...do any of these please you? If there’s one you like, keep it; if not, I’ll replace them tomorrow."

The gray cat suddenly coughed, then, seemingly without even glancing at the cages, coldly said, "Is this kind of trivial thing what you spent the whole morning doing?"

"...Huh?"

"Hmph, considering you’ve been earnest in serving me...just...uh...leave them all."

·

With the company of seven or eight beautiful little female cats, the gray cat almost didn’t bother speaking to Corot.

Corot left the hotel again in the afternoon.

The keys and identity certificates for the bank safe deposit boxes retrieved yesterday, four banks still hadn’t been visited.

Over the next three days, Corot visited all of these four banks, repeating the process from before.

Finally, under Corot’s name, the bank account balance reached thirty million US dollars.

Thinking back on the gray cat’s mention of similar deposits as storage mansions....this cat owned at least over eight hundred globally.

Corot couldn’t help but marvel...

Seems humans are no match for cats!

He had lost all special abilities, becoming a feeble ordinary middle-aged man.

It appears that the good life ahead relies entirely on this cat.

Serve it well...

Eight hundred three millions!

Isn’t that a few billion dollars of wealth?

Corot could get the cat seven to eight pretty little female cats.

Why couldn’t he everyday get himself seven to eight stunning...

Who said Special Ability Users have no future once they lose their abilities?

Being a cat slave promises a prosperous future!

·

The hotel room had been changed to the largest suite on the top floor.

The room now accommodated a total of nineteen beautiful little female cats.

Including the Gray Cat, there were a total of twenty cats, turning a luxurious and exquisite suite into a complete mess.

Originally, such a five-star hotel couldn’t accept this kind of thing...

But, who can refuse when Corot is willing to spend money?

The cleaning fee for the room is dirty, right? Highest standard, I’ll pay double!

Damaged bed linens and items, double compensation!

For the room-cleaning attendants, an extra two hundred US dollars tip per day!

Lived in the penthouse suite for a week.

It is said that the hotel staff fought fiercely in private for the opportunity to be assigned to the penthouse suite.

Corot cautiously tested the Gray Cat’s limits, bit by bit.

On the sixth day, Corot opened another luxury suite next door and went to stay there alone at night.

The Gray Cat didn’t react to this; it was already a bit exhausted chasing after nineteen pretty female cats in the room every day.

On the seventh day, Corot brought a beautiful woman from who knows where at night.

The Gray Cat still had no reaction to this.

On the eighth day, Corot opened another suite next door, and then bought back three more female cats—this time, it is said, they were all valuable breeds, with pedigrees of note.

Then, accidentally dropped the room key in front of the Gray Cat.

The Gray Cat had no reaction to this.

That night, Corot brought three girls back to his room.

·

Corot felt no guilt at all about such an indulgent and extravagant enjoyment.

He thought, it’s to compensate himself for enduring a terrifying life for decades!

Being imprisoned in Antarctica for so many years, then treated like a pig...

Having suffered so much, can’t I enjoy myself?

Luxurious meals during the day, feasting and revelry at night.

Drinking the finest wines, staying in the most luxurious suites, with the hottest babes.

After living such an absurd life for another half month,

Corot visibly became haggard, with bags under his eyes.

On this day, as Corot brought back another three female cats, the Gray Cat, sitting on the coffee table, lethargically yawned.

"Return them from where you bought them."

Corot: "Ah?"

The Gray Cat shook its head: "You’re human, you haven’t seen much. I’ve lived countless millennia and seen many human heroes ultimately ruined by such indulgence. All sorts of emperors, all sorts of legends...

Such days, once in a while, are fine. If you keep living like this, you might not survive three to five years."

Corot smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"I know you suffered greatly before, so I deliberately said nothing earlier. Since you were once among the top humans, after suffering for so many years, it’s right to enjoy yourself a bit.

So I’ve been kind enough to you.

But now, it’s about time to end."

Corot’s face showed a look of loyal gratitude, but internally he shook his head.

Kindness? Compensate me?

I think it’s you who were mesmerized by those thirty-plus female cats.

However, Corot dared not disobey the Gray Cat’s orders.

All thirty-plus female cats were ordered by the Gray Cat to be returned to the sellers they were bought from.

Returning goods?

No returns!

Just giving them back for free! Not asking for a penny.

Which merchant wouldn’t be happy with this?

Each item can be sold twice!

Actually, according to Corot’s thinking, why bother returning them, just toss them out.

But the Gray Cat, being a cat, had its reasoning: "Throw them out, and they’ll become strays, and survival would be an issue. Send them back, and they can be sold again by the cat dealer, at least to someone who likes to keep cats, giving them a more secure life."

Corot spent a whole day returning each of the cats to their original sellers.

As expected, each seller expressed huge surprise and joy over this once-in-a-lifetime massive giveaway.

Even wanted to gift Corot a VIP card.

Come back next time!

After doing all of this, the Gray Cat issued another command.

"Get a good car, we are leaving Cairo."

Corot nodded and asked instinctively, "Where are we going?"

The Gray Cat lazily replied, "You will know when the time comes."

·

To be fair to Corot, he truly went all out in serving the Gray Cat.

Even though the Gray Cat’s instructions were simple and rough, Corot still spent two days carefully selecting a very comfortable RV.

And after modification, the RV’s performance greatly improved against Egypt’s sand and hot dry climate.

After filling up with fuel and water, buying a bunch of items that might be needed, and setting up the vehicle, Corot checked out of the hotel with the Gray Cat, and hit the road in the RV.

The Gray Cat sat in the passenger seat, watching the pyramids slowly recede...

It turned to glance at Corot, who was attentively driving.

[Ah, such a cat servant who knows how to serve me, I’m really reluctant to let you die...]