Chapter 24 :

-2 hours or so later-

(That really took FAR too long...need to make a better way to remove the liquid inside them. Well at least it's done! Now I just need to test drive this thing!)

Looking at the large black box he made, filled to the meter tall brim with the juice from countless “Spiky Needle Balls”. The color looked clearish-white, kinda reminds him of something….

Well, regardless of the color, there was enough of the “water” for a small wash. As for the guinea pig for this test….

Carefully stepping inside the “pool”, Will took out another set of 5 zombies as the previous ones had turned back into mana. The time limit is starting to become a pain….

After the flash of black light, 5 cat zombies stood by the side of the large box. Inside the “pool” Will ordered them to push the box carefully until it was next to the pool.

As for why it wasn't NEXT to the pool...well it's a lesson that needs to be learned over time, yeah that the reason why.

Spilling a good amount of clearish “water” over the sandy ground. Dying the parts where the “water” hit a dark yellow color.

The zombies were able to after several minutes force the box over by the “pool”.

The beastkin girls nearby, who had quietly watched Will as he crushed the fruits into the large black box became interested again in the weird kitty cat monster.

It’s not everyday that they see a monster being able to create things like that black things that it kept producing from its body.

Moving closer to Will, but within a safe distance of about a meter and a half away. The 5 beastkin girls waited to see the next surprising thing the adorable kitty will do.

(Seems like I got an audience...hopefully I don’t make a fool out of myself again….maybe…)

Checking that everything was set, Will had the zombies above him, pour the “water” on top of him.

Well they tried….and failed. How exactly were they able to pour the contents of the square box out? There wasn’t really a opening for them to open or anything.

(So yeah….little details that I kept forgetting seems to have this annoying ability to show up later on.)

Clawing his way up, Will tried reminding himself to build a ladder of something inside of the “pool”. Getting in was easy, all you gotta do was jump in. But getting OUT is a different story, it’s hard getting up a 5 meter deep hole normally.

While Will could just use his rather sharp claws to claw himself up, the beastkin girls would have a hard time returning back to the surface.

Getting back up from the deep “pool”, Will walked around the hole until he was next to the large box that was exactly right at the edge of the “pool”.

(Let’s see...how to make this work?)

Recalling how faucets worked, not that he knew much. He wasn’t THAT bored to start looking up random things like that.

The only things he could go with is the idea that pressure from the water below forced the water above to be pushed out of the opening, at least that was what he THOUGHT happened.

Then again he could always do the other fail safe method.

(Let’s hope this works.)

Standing as close as he could by the side of the black box filled with “water”, stretching a little white paw. It lightly touched the side that was facing towards the hole.

(NOW!)

Creating a spike as hard and sharp as he could, it cleanly broke right through the hard black box.

Pulling back his paw, with some difficulty Will was able to remove the black spike from the box. The moment it exited the newly made hole, the “water” inside the container gushed out. Running straight into the “pool” below.

(One little kitty pawstep for little adorable old me, one big kitty pawstep for CUTENESS!)

Looking pleased with the destruction of the object that took him a good amount of effort to make, Will seemed rather happy to the beastkins.

(Beastkin girl #1) “Couldn’t he have just made it with a opening instead of smashing one?”

(Beastkin girl #2) “Hush! We still don’t know what it is doing! It could be planning to cook us or something. Why else is it digging that hole and making that pot?”

(Beastkin girl #4) “Be quiet! Don’t scare the younger girls, we should just wait to see what it’s planning. If it really is planning to cook us, then I’ll hold it off while the rest of you run.”

(Beastkin girl #3) “That little kitty isn’t going to hurt us right? I don’t like being hurt, but the mean humans kept punishing me all the time…”

(Beastkin girl #5) “Don’t worry! Can’t you see? That’s the embodiment of CUTENESS! It’s the messenger for the god of CUTENESS!”

Other than the faithful believer, the others didn’t quite share the same feelings for the odd white feline monster.

Unknown to them, this time Will did understand them.

(Why did they all of the sudden start making sense? But the things they say are kinda hurtful….well except one of them, she’s right on target.)

Will started bowing in worship to the CUTENESS god, once again confirming the beastkin girls’ opinion about his weirdness Well except one of them, she seemed to understand his almost blind faith in CUTENESS!

After several minutes devoted to his faith, Will checked his translating screen.

Language Acquisition : Beastkind Language.

Current Progress : 99.9%

(Whats with the 99.9%? Shouldn’t it be 100%? Before even above 0% I understood nothing, so I thought it was like a program downloading something then installing it... guess not?)

Curious but not really caring why he started being able to perfectly understand their language, Will just pinned it as something that was convenient. Else he would have to actually LEARN the language and other things, this is much easier.

As Will was thinking, the flow from the black box ebbed and then stopped as all of the “water” within ran out into the “pool”.

Making the zombies nearby push the now empty, broken black box away, Will prepared himself for the next step.

(Hunger? Not much. Height of liquid? Not high enough for me to fire from above....seems that I have to be inside to heat it up….never mind, I’ll just make a foothold or something. Suddenly saw a vision of me being completely on fire, must be someone trying to tell me something…)

Creating a long piece of black “spike” from his paws, he made it drop into the “pool” creating a makeshift ramp for himself.

Extending the width until it was about 2 feet wide, Will tested the strength of it with a paw.

Pushing down, the ramp didn’t seem to have any problems. No loss of balance, no moving around, no random events that seemed to plague his life.

Satisfied, Will stepped entirely onto the ramp and pawstep by pawstep padded until he was a feet above the “water”, about a meter and a half from the bottom of the “pool”.

Taking a deep breath, he blew a red stream of fire from his mouth onto the “water” below.

Hissing the “water” begun to move, it begun to resemble the water inside of a kettle. The colder water sunk and the warmer water rose, a cycle that continued until the water was perfectly at the highest temperature it could be. That's when it begins to start to evaporate from the heat.

Releasing the last of the air inside of him, Will broke the steady stream of fire he made. Gasping another deep gulp of air, begin releasing another stream of fire from his open mouth.

As Will was heating up the bath, the beastkin girls stealthy walked closer to see exactly what the weird monster had been making for the past while.

(Beastkin girl #2) “SEE! I told you he was placing to cook us! Now what do we do? We should had ran when we had the chance!”

(Beastkin girl #1) “To where? These collars don’t exactly help us if we do get back to a town or anything. Even if we did, this place if closest to the human territory...we’ll just become slaves again.”

(Beastkin girl #3) “I don’t want to become a slave….WAHHHH! I don’t want to be cooked either!”

(Beastkin girl #4) “Stop crying @#$#@%! We just need to do things one at a time. First get out of this place. Then find a way to get these collars off. If we can do that then we might have a chance of returning back to our lands.”

As they were speaking the 4 beastkin girls were either being helped back (beastkin girl #3), or quickly trying to sneakily walk away and out of the clearing.

Beastkin girl #5 however had other plans. Ignoring the urgent hand gestures from the group of beastkin girls behind her, she walked even closer to the “pool” until she was standing on the edge next to where the black ramp was laid down on the sandy ground.

Peering down, she watched as the little cute white kitty cat was firing out red flames from its mouth, heating up the inside “water” making the originally clearish-white color turn completely clear.

As she was standing there looking quite literally over his shoulders, Will felt the return of his nemesis - hunger pains!