No matter what, Fang Ping's actions had captured the attention of both the expert panel and the viewers.
The number of people in his Live Streaming Room had grown.
Some viewers had even switched over from other Live Streaming Rooms.
Everyone was curious—everyone was watching to see what Fang Ping would do next.
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"If Lord is really heading out, what about that backpack?"
"He'll carry it in his mouth, what else?"
"I still think wearing it would be better. Carrying it by mouth seems uncomfortable."
"If Lord figures out how to wear that thing, I'll do a handstand while cleaning poop."
"Same here!"
"+1!"
...
The viewers were quite interested in the little backpack too.
But realistically, there was no way a cat could strap it on by itself. Otherwise, it really would have become a human.
Fang Ping ignored the eyes of the panelists and audience watching him through the camera—he knew they were there.
Zhou Chenchen had signed him up for Super Divine Pet, the Pet Reality Show, without even asking if he wanted to.
Did he want to be a Super Divine Pet?
No!
He did not!
Just as Fang Ping thought this, a sudden ding echoed in his mind.
"Divine Evolution System activating… System activation complete..."
With that sound, a light-blue screen appeared before his eyes, displaying a string of data:
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Host: Fang Ping
Level: LV1
Regeneration: Possesses regenerative abilities that heal all injuries, poisons, and illnesses!
Divine Power: Body contains divine genetic power, strength far exceeds that of an adult human!
Telepathy: Can communicate mentally with animals and relieve their emotional distress!
Affinity Boost: When near young creatures, naturally makes them feel comforted and protected!
Evolution Points: 0
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Fang Ping was thrilled. He had finally received his system.
With this evolution system, life was bound to become more exciting!
But no time to dwell on that—first, he had to deliver medicine to Zhou Chenchen.
Zhou Chenchen had always taken good care of him. Now that she was sick, of course he wanted to return the favor.
Fang Ping raised a paw and zipped up the backpack, then bit down on it and headed toward the front door.
The door was tightly shut.
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"How's Lord going to open the door?"
"Just like that—should be easy."
"Pfft, do you think Lord's a human? Wake up, he's a cat!"
"I can't figure it out. He's not even that tall."
"How can a cat open a door? Asking online, need answers fast."
"Should we call 911?"
"Don't be silly—911 doesn't handle cat emergencies."
...
The viewers were back to joking.
Fang Ping had reached the front door.
He put down the backpack, widened his cat eyes, arched his back, and leapt nimbly upward.
His front paw struck—
a ferocious volleyball spike!
Viewers: "……"
Panelists: "……"
Was that really necessary?!
Bang!
The door opened.
The door to the apartment opened outward—it wasn't hard to unlock.
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"Lord did it so easily. He just opened the door like that."
"He's walking out! Call the police, he's running away from home!"
"Running away, my butt. He's clearly got a mission."
"My mom asked why I'm kneeling. I said: because of a cat."
"Am I the only one who noticed how effortlessly Lord jumped?"
"Cats have amazing vertical leaps—five to seven times their height. This is nothing."
...
The Live Streaming Room exploded with comments again.
Naturally—
the female host wasn't about to miss this chance to steer the topic.
"Dear panelists, how do you feel about Lord's latest move?"
Song Chenggang cleared his throat and spoke again.
"Lord is really quite smart. Most cats wouldn't be able to do this."
"It also shows his mimicking ability is exceptional—he may have seen his owner open the door and learned from it."
"I'm curious what he's going to do next."
"He's carrying medicine—where is he planning to go?"
Song's comments piqued the curiosity of the audience even more.
At that moment, Fang Ping carried the little backpack out the door. Then he turned around and bumped it shut again.
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"Lord is so clever. He even knows how to close the door."
"Well duh, otherwise the owner would've replaced it long ago."
"That's actually kind of dangerous. I have a cat too—guess I should start locking the door."
"No need to worry. Your cat isn't Lord. It won't manage this."
"Why am I suddenly thinking of that song—'Lord told me to patrol the mountains, so I wandered the mortal world, drumming and dancing all around…'"
"Same! I thought of that too."
"But seriously, it's got to be hard for Lord to carry that backpack like this."
...
Back in the Live Streaming Room, viewers were stunned, but also full of questions.
Fang Ping didn't walk far. He crossed the hall to the apartment across from his own.
He set the backpack down, arched his back, and jumped.
Another volleyball spike!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three loud knocks. If anyone was inside, they definitely heard that.
Still no response.
Fang Ping jumped again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
This time, an aged but booming voice came from inside.
"Lord, is that you?"
"Stop knocking, you little rascal! You nearly blew my ears off!"
"Still knocking?!"
"Lord! Your humble servant is here to greet you!"
With that, the door opened, and a sixty-something white-haired old man appeared before Fang Ping.
The old man looked fit and healthy—rosy cheeks and a straight back.
One of the panelists had just taken a sip of water.
Pfft!
Upon seeing the scene, he couldn't help but spray it out.
Luckily, he bowed his head in time and didn't splash the others.
Back in the Live Streaming Room, the audience burst into laughter.
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"This old man—I'm dying of laughter!"
"Lord... your humble servant... haha, I can't take it anymore!"
"This old guy is so bad, in a good way."
"I love this old man. Who came up with these lines?"
"Old man, male or female? Human or spirit? Hurry up and confess!"
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