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Chapter 2 - Talents
🕑 Added 2025-03-24 00:05:32 +0000 UTCAlthough extremely excited about the system, he quickly returned to normal, narrowed his feline eyes, stroked his white whiskers, and analyzed the panel calmly.
He wasn't going to freak out—after all, after reincarnating as a cat, a system wasn't going to scare him.
But something suddenly startled him, making him freeze.
Slowly lowering his eyes, he looked at his frozen hand, which had been stroking his whiskers as he thought.
'Why did I do that subconsciously? I never had a beard, so I wouldn't have that habit. Could this be me adapting at high speed to being a cat?'
He reflected, and his slit pupils returned to a certain line on the system panel.
[Mutant Cat (Gold): Level 1]
Trying to manipulate the panel using his intent for more details, a pop-up window appeared above it.
Without wasting time, he read the pop-up.
[Mutant Cat (Gold): Level 1.
Description: A cat beyond normal. Born with reflexes, strength, and transcendent body control, he is the pinnacle of what a cat can be.
Traits:
- Enhanced Strength
- Enhanced Endurance
- Enhanced Reflexes
- Enhanced Learning]
'That must be it! Enhanced Learning is making me adapt to being a cat and to the situation in general very quickly. That's why my sense of strangeness is decreasing and my acceptance is increasing!'
Puss clenched his little paws in front of his eyes, feeling excited. The Mutant Cat talent would help him a lot on his journey—he knew that.
Was he worried about losing who he was? Well, he didn't even remember his name or voice, so he couldn't care less about losing a little of his hesitation in exchange for what were basically superpowers.
'Alright, let's evaluate the other talents while we wait to reach our destination.'
He thought to himself.
[Natural Swordsman (Gold): Level 1.
Description: Born to fight, all combat abilities come as naturally as milk to you, with a special emphasis on fencing.
Traits:
- High Combat Adaptability
- Supernatural Talent in Fencing
- Enhanced Combat Intuition]
So far, Puss was already feeling extremely excited.
'With these talents, a system, and nine lives, how could I ever be normal in this life?'
He clenched his tiny fists in excitement and then, looking up, he declared in his powerful voice:
'I am Puss in Boots, and my name... would become... LEGEND.'
Proud, he lowered his gaze from the white cloth covering the top of the basket and looked at the next talent, but that was when he froze.
[Furry Lover (Silver): Level 1.
Description: A natural master of seduction. Damsels have difficulty resisting your charm, even across species. You laugh in the face of reproductive isolation and interspecies awkwardness.
Traits:
- Gallant Beauty
- Controlled Reproduction (Locked until Adulthood)
- Adaptive Member (Locked until Adulthood)
- Natural Talent in Love-Making (Locked until Adulthood)]
'...'
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'...'
'WTF!'
Incredulous at what he was seeing, he didn't even know what to think.
Since he had been facing one thing at a time, the thought of women hadn't even crossed his mind. So this talent couldn't have been more random to him.
'Although I am very young now, one day I will have to find one or two damas to console me. I don't want to die alone, but thinking that my wife would have to be a cat... I can't help but feel weird...'
He couldn't help but think, feeling strange.
'Although, if I think about it… I will probably adapt due to the Enhanced Learning ability and start finding female cats charming too. Either way, this Furry Lover talent gives me more choices. When I grow up, I'll decide what to do. Maybe I'll choose more than one species too—after all, as a reincarnator, it would be a shame not to take full advantage of the life I was given and have two or three wives...'
Shaking his feline head, he quickly abandoned the wild thoughts he was having.
'Aprendizaje mejorado, bad, bad! This is all your fault!'
He quickly found something to blame and refocused on the last talent he had at the moment.
[Lucky Feline (Silver): Level 5.
Description: Born lucky, fate leads you where you need to be. The shadow of the supernatural guides your steps away from death and defeat. But don't be careless—luck only gives you a helping hand.
Traits:
- Luck]
'Oh! This one is simple. Seems like I don't have to worry about getting to San Ricardo... and speaking of el diablo...'
Just as he thought about the town, a strong wind ripped off the cloth covering the basket, exposing Puss to the sun for the first time in this world.
In front of him, a large bridge appeared, and at its entrance, the words San Ricardo were clearly visible.
Whoosh!
The wind blew even faster, carrying him swiftly across the bridge in the basket.
It was as if the wind itself knew that was where he was meant to go and wanted to take him there as quickly as possible.
Puss found himself crossing the bridge and entering the town, his path straight and direct.
In the quiet town, people could occasionally be seen walking by, and in Puss's path, a man was pulling his cow, which seemed reluctant to move.
Puss's basket passed quickly beneath the cow, clearly under her udders.
Puss couldn't help himself and instinctively raised his paws, trying to reach for the udders, but the wind carrying him didn't stop the basket for his instinctive thirst for milk.
The basket sped under the cow and continued until it crashed into a door, next to which was a sign that read San Ricardo Orphanage.
After the impact with the door, the basket calmly fell to the ground.
Puss shook his feline head, shaking off the brief dizziness.
The orphanage door opened, and a kind-looking woman stepped out, searching for whoever had knocked.
"Meow!"
Her eyes lowered at the sound, and that was when she saw a chubby, orange kitten.
And that adorable little kitten meowed with a soft, milky sound as he reached his tiny paws toward her.
"Aww!" She looked at him with pity but also found him adorable. She picked him up in her arms and let out a gentle laugh.
Puss, though a bit embarrassed, didn't resist much in his heart at being held by this kind matron.
But most of all, he saw the love and pity in her eyes—it was as if she saw a lost child, not a stray cat.
'Maybe it's the bizarre logic of this world... or maybe just the generous heart of this woman.'
He thought.
As he was carried by her, for some reason, he couldn't help but relax for the first time that stressful day, but this decrease in anxiety seemed to give voice to another part of his body.
His stomach.
A small rumble sounded from the tiny kitten's belly, and the matron smiled gently at him, full of affection.
"Hungry? We can't have that. Come, pequeño. Let me give you some of my milk!"
Hearing that, Puss couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.
…
Lapping up the milk from a bowl, Puss couldn't help but feel embarrassed by his twisted thoughts.
According to the matron, the milk had already been distributed at breakfast, and Puss was lucky that she had saved a little for herself to drink later.
And now, he was quickly drinking it up.
Lick! Lick!
'It's strange drinking like a cat. We curl our tongues backward to quickly flick the liquid upward—it becomes an inverted little fountain due to the speed, allowing us to drink with elegance and efficiency.'
Puss thought, finding his new way of drinking amusing.
Soon, the entire bowl was drained.
Burp!
He let out a small burp, giving his fluffy belly a light pat, satisfied.
Two hands suddenly picked him up, startling him slightly.
"Meow!"
He meowed involuntarily.
The matron's gentle laughter rang out, and he was turned and held in her arms, where he was met with her warm smile.
"Finished? Well, it's lunchtime—everyone should be gathered. Let's introduce you to everyone."
She said kindly, softly stroking Puss's head with her index finger as she walked toward the orphanage's dining area.
