I Became A Necromancer Cat - Chapter 19

Ana left the room and walked towards the kitchen of her apartment. Ataz was walking behind, thinking about what they would have to eat.

Ana, already in the kitchen, took a board from the cupboard and started to prepare the ingredients. She quickly cut the vegetables and her skill ended up impressing Ataz. She was very precise, but even so, the cat found this ability a little useless, since he could do the same with just a spell.

Ataz climbed on top of a chair and began to watch Ana cut some more of the vegetables. With each vegetable, she turned and let the cat smell a piece of the food. The cat was enchanted by the smell, causing him to be quiet, waiting for the next one.

Ana knew that if she offered the food for the cat to be able to smell, he would not go up on the table curiously sniffing everything that was nearby, and consequently, dropping his hair on the food. She didn’t care much about the cat being on the table, but she didn’t want to have to remove a cat’s fur from her mouth.

Ataz smelled the vegetables and they really held him there. Some he already knew as potatoes and onions, but he felt good about smelling new foods. Even though he didn’t know it, when he smelled it, he noticed something strange deep inside, as if those products were not entirely natural. This surprised him. It was like poison, but Ana was also going to eat them, so it didn’t seem like a really dangerous thing.

Ataz really was a big meat lover. He barely ate vegetables in his last life, and if he did, they were always accompanied by a big, juicy piece of meat on his plate, however, he really wanted to taste what she was preparing. It had a beautiful appearance being all colorful.

Ana put some water in the pot and poured the cut vegetables inside. She turned on the fire and added salt and butter while stirring them a little in the pan. The girl covered the pot with the appropriate lid and rested her body on the sink, facing Ataz, who was sitting in the front chair. She took out her cell phone and kept stirring while apparently the food was not ready.

Ana moved her fingers quickly, touching them to the cell phone screen. The brightness that the device reproduced completely illuminated the girl’s delicate face. Ataz was staring at her, trying to find out who that girl was, because she was familiar to him. He had not spoken to anyone in that city besides the family he had been staying with and there was no way Ana could be of any lineage that Ataz knew, after all, he imagined that it would have been at least some 100 thousand years since the time of his last life.

Ataz, in fact, missed the time from when he lived. Waking up in the morning and listening to the noise of animals, eating fresh bread, being able to feel the clean air entering his lungs, and especially, feeling the pure magic infesting his environment while he studied. It was a time when one could take control of everything in their own hands.

But even though he missed it, he didn’t want to go back, at least not now. He didn’t remember how he had got here. If it would have been through some magical portal, if it had been from some extremely powerful spell, Ataz did not know what had really happened to him. With that, he imagined that maybe he could find a way to go back, so he should learn everything he could in order to return there with as much knowledge as possible, so he’d be able to master everything he wanted.

Ana set down her cell phone and went back to being in front of the pan. She lifted the lid of the pot and took a strange sauce next to it. The cat was unable to identify at first what it might be. It was an extremely liquid black sauce in a small bottle. Ataz then squinted his eyes to be able to focus and read better. “Shoyu” was written on the packaging. Still, he couldn’t say what it was or what it was made of.

Ana then poured the sauce into the pan and stirred everything inside with a spoon, mixing them together. The smell was rising and it was incredibly good. Ataz was anxious to be able to taste that food that Ana had prepared for them.

The girl turned off the fire and reached for the cupboard again, reaching for a pair of plates, glass, and a small pot. In the glass, Ana poured some water, while in the pot and on the plates, she gently placed the food. It smelled so good that Ataz stretched out in his chair to get a better smell.

Ana took the two plates and placed them on the table. She turned the chair over which the cat was facing the plate and said, looking seriously at Ataz, “You need to eat with your hind legs on the chair, otherwise you will eat on the floor.” She seemed to believe that the cat would understand her words, so she turned and touched her cell phone a little bit, and soon images danced across the screen.

Ataz didn’t even pay much attention to the device. The food’s delicious aroma was so pungent that he just wanted to try it. Then the cat stretched his body to reach the pot as Ana had told him to do and started to eat carefully so as not to overturn the pot. The sauce turned the food into something he had never before tasted. The vegetables were good for the first time ever in his experience and Ataz didn’t mind that the dish didn’t contain any meat.

Ana’s video then started to play. It was like a little movie, a war scenario, but people were attacking each other with magic. Ataz didn’t know any of those spells. He started looking for something that reminded him of what was in the books he’d read before, but there was nothing like it. He thought he might be able to copy one of those spells, so he continued to watch closely as he smeared his whiskers with Shoyu’s sauce. Find authorized novels in Wuxiaworld, faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href=”https:///book/i-became-a-necromancer-cat_%!d(string=18959244106884605)/19—maybe-some-vegetables_%!d(string=51424391665347253)”>/book/i-became-a-necromancer-cat_%!d(string=18959244106884605)/19—maybe-some-vegetables_%!d(string=51424391665347253)</a> for visiting.

Someone was talking in the background. Something about how to play better. “So this is a game? I didn’t know that this was how you treated wars,” he thought, widening his eyes as he stared at Ana’s face, while Ana did not take her big caramel eyes off the cell phone screen.

The voice said that to avoid “being ganked”, the player should always have a ward in his inventory, to always be lighting up the map. However, there was no point in lighting if someone never looked at the map. Even if the game seemed big and full of brightness, one of the biggest focuses would be the map, where players could see where the teammates of the allied team are and also the enemies that pass through the wards that should be scattered on the map.

Ataz looked at the small screen and wondered what the hell “being ganked” meant. This type of term did not exist at the time from when he lived.

The background voice kept saying, “A good game strategy is to always identify where the enemy team’s “jungler” is. How does one do that? Identify whether the enemy team started with the bottom jungle or the top jungle. This will give the allowed team at least a sense what monsters the “jungler” will go through and what level they will be at. It depended a lot on which character one’s player was, the character the enemy played as and also the opponent’s route. ”

“Route, opponent…? And what would ‘The Jungler’ be?” the cat asked himself as he wondered if there were more types of meanings for jungle.

“Don’t forget to also pay attention to where the ally jungle walks. If he wants to give a gank, you will already be prepared for that to happen. Always try to guarantee the death of your enemy, even if the kill does not go to you. After all, you can come back and you can do it again,” said the voice of the video.

“WHY CAN YOU KILL YOURSELF AND BE REBORN? But that’s kind of impossible…”, Ataz said, raising his head, stopping his eating.

Then something unexpected appeared on the screen.

* Thomas calling *

Ana clicked on a green button that appeared on the screen, then on a few more and positioned the phone lying on the table.

“Hi Thomas, what happened?” she said, looking at the phone.

‘Hey, are you crazy? Talking to an object?’ Ataz thought, quickly looking at her.

“Ana, are you going to participate in the competition tomorrow?” A strange voice coming out of the cell answered her.

Ataz opened his eyes wide and immediately looked at the object. “Fuck, what the fuck?!”

“Look, you said that Pietro was going to participate. I already have plans for tomorrow. Nobody told you to listen to Igor’s shit about me, saying that I’m not good enough. You are all idiots,” Ana said irritably while eating the vegetables in anger.

“I know, I know. But he was wrong, we need you. Pietro is very bad. We need a bit of a hand,” the cell phone answered back to Ana.

The cat looked at Ana and thought, “Competition? That looks like fun.”