I Became A Necromancer Cat - Chapter 8

Ataz was standing in front of the washing machine, watching it, now quiet, with his tail moving slowly from side to side.

He got up to leave the room and remembered that there was a stairway that led to a supposed upstairs. The cat, with a little pain in his body, struggled to climb, gluing his front paws to the first step and pushing up with his rear.

The step, even though it was an acceptable size for people, was difficult for a human who was in a cat’s body to climb. Ataz started to move his little paws up the steps. At each step, he needed to face the step sideways when ascending so that his body would fit in the same level, and thus be able to jump to the next step.

Arriving at the top of the stairs, Ataz saw a corridor in front of him. Along the corridor there were 4 doors. He walked over to one of the doors that was slightly ajar. Inside, he could see that the walls were a light pink, and the room had a double bed in the center.

Ataz jumped up on the bed to look for anything interesting that he couldn’t see from the floor. While standing at the front of the bed, it was possible for him to see a large and beautiful dressing table, with a huge mirror in the center. Ataz went to the edge of the bed, and with his not-so-great skill, he jumped and landed perfectly on the dressing table.

Above him, Ataz saw some strange pots with colored powders. He went over to try to smell one of them and ended up touching his nose to it, making the tip of his nose a light blue. It didn’t smell like anything. Moving along, he noticed a painting. It was big and beautiful, and it had a woman and a man depicted in it; apparently they were getting married. The woman wore a long, white dress and the man wore a black suit. Ataz was unable to identify who she was, perhaps Dona Rosa or Hector’s mother, who until now, Ataz had not seen. He also didn’t care much, but he felt strange, because he realized that looking at the portrait brought him pleasant emotions, but he didn’t understand why.

He looked to the side and saw a small pot at the end of the bookcase. Ataz sat and watched it for a while. The cat, strangely, felt an enormous urge to push the little pot to the floor. He resisted because he didn’t want the cat instincts to make him a silly animal, but after a long time looking at that little pot on the shelf, Ataz slowly started to bring his paw closer to the pot. He went over and, little by little, without anyone noticing, pushed the jar more towards the end of the dressing table, when suddenly… it fell. He spent a while looking at the floor, seeing it laying there, and started to feel something strange, as if he wanted to knock down everything he saw on top of other things.

He turned to the board and shoved it with his paw so that it fell. The painting just toppled on the table and soon after, the cat walked towards the pots with the colored pits and was pushing them slowly towards the end, until they fell along with the other things. Seeing that he had nothing more to make drop, he quickly jumped off the shelf and, with his tail raised indicating he was happy, he pranced over to the next room to look for more things to drop.

The next room was a little smaller. It had a single bed and the walls were white. All of the furniture was dark. Ataz walked happily towards a table full of things that he immediately spotted at first. Anyone watching him might have noticed the cat somewhat dancing as he walked. Find authorized novels in Wuxiaworld, faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href=”https:///book/i-became-a-necromancer-cat_18959244106884605/08—amulet_51140797373939502″>/book/i-became-a-necromancer-cat_18959244106884605/08—amulet_51140797373939502</a> for visiting.

Ataz jumped on top of the table and saw some thin, colorful, and pointed things on top of some papers that he imagined might be scrolls. He went slowly to these things and started pushing them one by one to the floor. He started pushing them, even with his hind legs, playing with them and appreciating how easy it was. He did this until his little amusements were over and he saw something bigger on the table. It was like a purse, kind of colorful. There were some things hanging from the corner of it and it seemed to be slightly open.

The cat started to approach the bag and smell it. It smelled horrible, a sort of wet and sweaty smell. “My God, that stinks more than I do,” thought Ataz as he walked away and put one paw on his nose to prevent the smell. He kept looking at the bag and, drawn back to it, extended his paw to see what those things were hanging on. They were so light that when he moved, they swayed quickly, leaving Ataz completely impressed. He spent a long time looking at them and swinging those little pendants on the bag until he remembered the real reason for him coming over here – dropping things off the table. So, he decided to face his biggest challenge at present: the bag.

He climbed on top of it and went around to see how he would go about it, so he decided to support his hind legs on the wall and push the bag with the front ones. He pushed with his paws and slowly the bag was pushed until it fell to the floor.

He looked at it on the floor, after all that effort, and realized that it was not as funny as the little things he had dropped. Just as he was turning around to look for something else to drop, something suddenly caught the cat’s attention. A small part of a dark object came out of the overturned bag. Ataz stopped, with one of his paws raised, and started looking at that object from above, indicating his superiority.

Ataz jumped from the furniture to the floor with majesty, and began to approach the object. He put his paw close to grab it out of the bag. His paw was slowly patting it out, until the object came completely out of the bag and Ataz jumped back, attempting to identify what it was. It was the exact amulet that the old woman in the rickety old house near the park was carrying in her hands when she had attacked Ataz.

He pulled away and started at it from a distance looking at it, his eyes wide. “Why the fuck is this here?” he thought.

With his body lowered and his ears pulled back, indicating danger, he slowly approached the amulet and patted it to see if it had any protective magic on it, but apparently it was clean.

Ataz knew that that amulet had a stored form of magic, however, it was not something lasting. It needed to be charged a few times for the power within it to work. The cat, without thinking twice, took the amulet in its mouth and began to think of a place where he could hide it until he found a safe way to use it without causing an uproar.

Even though he didn’t feel he was in any danger, he felt more protected now with the amulet, because the magic in it was not pure. Anyone would be able to use it, even a smelly stray cat. Ataz just needed to test a few things to see how it worked so he could have total mastery of it while he couldn’t use his pure magic.