Am I A God?

“Super life? That’s interesting. I never thought superpower was actually capable of this.”

Zhao Yao’s curious gaze began to scrutinize the ghost standing in front of him as he rubbed his chin, “Do you even need to eat?”

“Not much energy is required if I choose to remain in my invisible form. However, if I choose to reveal my tangible body, a fair amount of food is then required.” A sudden thought dawned on Matsuo as he continued, “No, this is not the time to talk about this. Momo has already been alerted to the situation in Jiangmen. He will not give up. Momo will send even stronger apostles over. Furthermore, he has already established a strong alliance with a few other powerhouses in Japan. Their strength should not be underestimated.”

“Oh, are they even stronger than me?” Zhao Yao asked curiously.

Matsuo froze when that question echoed in his head. Indeed, the headless horseman had thoroughly redefined his original impression of apostles and superpowers. He was the only one who stood a legitimate chance at defeating Momo and his gang.

With that, Matsuo could not help but add on, “However, if we condone Momo’s action and allow him to continue spreading his influence, it will pose as a serious threat to the very bedrock of our society. We should …”

“Too lazy for that,” Zhao Yao shot down Matsuo’s proposal with a deafening yawn, “The Japanese will take care of their own problems. Why should I even meddle in some other countries’ affair?”

Zhao Yao knew that Matsuo was not about to let the matter drop and immediately evacuated the belly, leaving behind a whiff of smoke.

The problem surrounding the two Japanese was resolved for now. Technically, he could allow Ishida to escape but the same cannot be said for Matsuo.

Firstly, Matsuo was no ordinary human, he was a super life in the form of a ghost. He might seem all friendly and genial during the conversation with Zhao Yao, but it was simply a product of Old Cat’s brainwashing.

Since Zhao Yao’s initial encounter with the lending platform, he had already understood that Matsuo was not someone to be trifled with. Letting him out would only spell trouble and problems.

Furthermore, there was a Japanese supercat, Momo, supporting him. Letting him out simply gave him with the perfect opportunity to contact the Japanese and inform them of the situation.

Hence, Zhao Yao ordered Old Cat to shower them with another round of brainwash. From there, Ishida was allowed to leave while Matsuo was kept in his belly. His ghost power would come in handy when dealing with that bunch of supercats.

With the threat removed, the supercats could finally return to their humble abodes. Dust Ball and Baiquan were overcome with relief since they were the ones responsible for the cleanliness during their refuge in Zhao Yao’s apartment.

Old Cat had redeemed himself with the commendable job dealing with the Japanese and was hence rewarded with the two words extension. He too returned to the belly with a broad smile on his face.

Zhao Yao was not the least bit worried when he decided to send this silver tongue into his secret lair. Old Cat’s power was the quintessential intel-dependent ability. Simply put, his strength hinged on his opponent’s ignorance of his ability. His advantage would cease to exist the moment the opponent learned of his power.

Hence, Zhao Yao had informed every supercat of Old Cat’s ability. Hopefully, no one would fall for it. The supercats would leave on sight the moment Old Cat started to blabber.

Disappointment plunged through Hanako when she learned that she could no longer meet Elizabeth’s family every day. Since Ishida’s departure, Hanako had managed to contact her friends over at Japan. However, that same frown would return to her face after every phone call. It was an ominous situation.

It was already December when the lending platform saga came to an end. It was that time of the year – Chinese New Year.

…

Zhao Yao opened his eyes only to see the entire gang of supercats, Matcha, Elizabeth, Mango, Roly Poly, Dust Ball and Lightning gathered by the windowsill with their eyes gaping excitedly outside. Mango would even knock against the window with his meaty paws as if he was grabbing on to something.

Zhao Yao asked curiously, “What’s the matter? What are all of you looking at? Is money falling from the sky?”

“Zhao Yao! Zhao Yao!” Matcha turned his head around with excitement bubbling in his voice, “It’s even better! It’s snowing!”

“Oh,” Zhao Yao casually walked towards the window and was greeted by a beautiful scene. The snow had completely enveloped Jiangmen City, turning it into a winter wonderland, “It has been a long time since Jiangmen City last snowed.”

Dust Ball slid Zhao Yao a puppy-dog look with anticipation pouring out of her eyes, “Zhao Yao! Zhao Yao! Can I please go out and play in the snow?”

Lightning and Rice Cake’s ears shot up when they heard Dust Ball’s request. Overwhelmed with excitement, they too began to jump up and down around the place.

Zhao Yao thought about it before agreeing with a nod, “Alright, we’ll go down later when it’s dark. The lot of you will create a huge commotion and attract so much wanted attention.” He could simultaneously complete his daily missions while letting them have some fun.

That night, Zhao Yao came down to the grass patch immediately in front of his apartment.

Chinese New Year was just around the corner. Hence, the majority of the residents had already flocked back to their hometown for this joyous occasion. Currently, he had the entire grass patch to himself.

With his mouth stretched open, Zhao Yao expelled every single cat from his belly. Matcha, Elizabeth, and Roly Poly were not the only lucky ones. Every one of them got to relish in this magical moment.

Matcha stared expectantly at the piece of snow slowly descending from the sky. He reached his meaty paw forward as the snow descended onto it. Immediately, he was overwhelmed with an inexplicable joy and excitement.

“It’s freezing! This is snow?”

After all, Jiangmen City did not usually snow. Hence, it was Matcha’s first encounter with snow.

Meanwhile, Dust Ball, Mango, and Lightning were already chasing one another in this beautiful white snow. They would even plunge their head into this wonderful snow with a wide grin plastered on their face.

Soon, Matcha grew bored of it. He even slid the bunch of them a condescending glare. With the initial novelty gone, Matcha wasn’t gonna act like those fools there, drenching themselves in all these snow.

On the other hand, Elizabeth and her family had reached a secluded corner. Elizabeth began by lying on a heap of snow before contorting her body in all sorts of angles. Her eyes darted towards her dad before she instructed, “This is a nice spot for a photo. Help me take a few photos so that I can upload them to Instagram and WeChat.”

Roly Poly’s snow white-fur blended perfectly with his surroundings. You couldn’t tell them apart if not for his beady eyes. Lion Head suddenly approached him and asked, “Roly Poly! Join me in a snow fight against Airplane!”

Roly Poly replied nonchalantly, “Yea, sure.”

With the power of his deflective field, Ares had lifted the snow into the air before combining them into one giant heap.

Lucifer’s eyes probed expectantly, “Ares, are you building a snowman?”

“I’m not!” Ares retorted with his cheeks all pink from embarrassment, “I’m just randomly shoving the snow around. I’m not building a snowman!”

Moments later, a giant heap of snow loomed over Lucifer before crashing into his body. With a loud groan, a majestic snow cat had emerged from the ruins.

As usual, Gaia was squatting at the side with his face stuck to the phone screen. He couldn’t help but slid all those cats a disdainful glare as he observed them running around like fools.

“Boring! Why would you even play with such archaic toys in this day and age? How long more am I supposed to suffer in this cold before I can return home?”

Old Cat pounced on the opportunity and approached Matcha who was all alone. Currently, Matcha was imprinting the place with his adorable paw prints. Old Cat inched forward with an amiable smile and asked, “Sir George, are you playing with snow?” He recognized Matcha’s preferred for his alias George Matcha and hence decided to play along and call him Sir George.

“Yes, what’s the matter?” Matcha slid him a glance before resuming his paw printing activities.