Saneko was sitting in front of her laptop with a bored expression on her face, scrolling mindlessly. She had changed back into her lazy clothes by this point in time. The WiFi signal was back up, but Saneko didn't exactly know what to look up. After all, her only form of media entertainment releases on Saturday. She thought about how just a few minutes ago, Nakialia had entered the room, but she wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying.

"What was N saying earlier? Something about feeding fish or something."

In reality, Nakialia had come in to chat with Saneko, but upon seeing her petting a random cat, Nakialia grew afraid that Saneko might neglect the cat or forget about it. Saneko had never owned a pet before, and it was clear that the cat was very uncomfortable. Nakialia scolded Saneko and told her that if she was going to raise this cat, she must feed it. Saneko, however, was too lost in "looking cool" to listen to what she was saying though, so she just nodded to get Nakialia to stop talking.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Anyway, it's called Dyinglight. Isn't she so cute?"

Saneko held the cat who was swiping at her in front of herself to show Nakialia. With a sigh Nakialia nodded.

"Yes, it's a very cute cat I will admit. But just remember to feed it okay? Also, I'm pretty sure that cat is a boy."

Saneko ignored Nakialia entirely and continued petting the cat. She was so fascinated by it. Her mind switched from one thing to the other constantly and it couldn't be helped.

"Sure sure, feed the fish at midnight or whatever. I heard you the first time."

It was painfully obvious that she wasn't listening, but Nakialia decided to leave anyway, forgetting all about chatting with Saneko. Nakialia was too worried about the cat, and she decided that she would check in on it tomorrow to see if Saneko was actually doing a good job or not. Once Nakialia left, Saneko put the cat down and stretched her arms. Saneko stood up and began to change back into her lazy clothes. When she had finished, she plopped back down on her chair. Dyinglight started growling at Saneko, but she wasn't paying attention anymore. She turned around and opened her laptop before starting to scroll on it. And that leads us to where we are now. Saneko may have a perfect memory, but she only hears what she wants to hear.

Dyinglight let out a hiss of rage at Saneko which perked her up. She turned in her seat to face the cat. She bent down and started petting its head roughly. She was completely oblivious to the cat's frustration.

"Awww, such a cute kitty! I bet you want snacks don't you?"

Dyinglight's personality instantly brightened. It was a cat after all, it couldn't say no to food. It started letting out meows of confirmation. Saneko stood up from her seat and walked to the door.

"Don't worry Dyinglight. As the pet of the almighty Demon Babe, I shall give you a banquet fit for a queen. Prepare to feast!"

Saneko left the room and the cat's eyes sparkled with excitement. Of course, Saneko didn't give off the best first impression, but if she was going to spoil the cat rotten with Michelin star meals, perhaps it wasn't so bad after all. The cat's expression of excitement turned into a deadpan one when Saneko returned and placed a banana smoothie in front of it.

"Behold, the greatest concoction ever conceived by mortal minds!"

Without changing its expression, the cat used its paw to knock the glass over, spilling the smoothie on Saneko's carpet. She let out a scream of terror when this happened. She got down on her hands and knees to try and scoop up the smoothie.

"Still good! Still good!"

She scooped the contaminated smoothie back into the glass and held it close to her.

"You are a very ungrateful feline! I guess this means no meal for you!"

With that, Saneko started to gulp down the dirty smoothie. Even though Dyinglight did not have the ability to think with logic, even it could tell how gross this was. Saneko drank it all in two gulps and let out a refreshed sigh. Saneko didn't fear germs as she had never gotten sick a day in her life. Surprisingly, this isn't another ability of hers. In fact, it stems from her intelligence. Saneko constantly uses 100% of her brain at all times. Simply thinking burns so many calories that her internal temperature is hot enough to eradicate all foreign bacteria the instant it inters her bloodstream. She placed the glass down and gave Dyinglight a disappointed look.

"Perhaps I chose the wrong feline companion. One who cannot enjoy the taste of a banana smoothie is far too inferior to be by the side of Demon Babe."

Hearing this gave the cat a sense of relief. It had only been with Saneko for a few minutes and already despised her. It being abandoned by her was what it wanted most at this moment.

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"I guess I'll just have to incinerate it."

This was not what the cat had expected. Saneko lifted her right hand and it burst with flames. The cat let out a yelp of terror and attempted to run away, but Saneko reached out her hand out and caused it to stop in its tracks, just like she did to that bully a few days ago. The cat continued to move its feet rapidly despite the fact it wasn't moving. Saneko walked up to it and put her flaming hand near its body. The cat looked behind itself to see her flaming hand about to touch it. It couldn't help but cry out in fear.

The door to Saneko's room suddenly burst open and Mrs. Sarakana walked in.

"What is going on up here? It sounds like a cat about to be set ablaze."

Saneko made her hand return to normal in an attempt to hide what she was about to do. She sat down and picked up the cat, starting to pet it again, trying to look innocent.

"Oh it's nothing. Just playing with my kitty. I called it Dyinglight."

"Oh... okay. Remember, you have to feed the cat though."

"It refused a banana smoothie!"

"Then buy cat food."

Saneko's face went pale in disbelief. She knew she had to feed the cat, but she didn't know she would have to spend her allowance on cat food. She was willing to spend money on the cat if it was for a banana smoothie because she wouldn't wish a life without banana smoothies on anyone. But using her money to buy other food that would cut into her banana smoothie buying money was the worst possible outcome. She dropped the cat, letting it fall to the floor with a thud.

"Nope. I'm getting rid of the cat."

"You're the one who wanted it."

Saneko sighed and looked over at the cat. It was so adorable and deep down, even though it would cost money and it didn't like banana smoothies, she wanted to keep it. The cat was still growling at her, giving her a death stare, but to Saneko, all she saw was a cute kitty.

"Ugh! Fine! I'll pay for the stupid cat food."

Saneko pouted like a child, crossing her arms. Mrs. Sarakana found it so adorable to see her daughter acting all childish. She started ruffling Saneko's hair.

"You are a good daughter."

Saneko rolled her eyes and looked back down at her cat. Even though she would have to spend her money, she was grateful that she actually got a cat. The cat, on the other hand, was not so grateful to be in Saneko's presence. She stood up and walked past her mom to exit her room.

"I'll go get the cat food now to get it over with."

"Do you have money with you?"

"Yeah."

When she left the room, Mrs. Sarakana looked down at the cat who was looking very irritable. She, just like her daughter, completely ignored the cat's demeanor and picked it up.

"Aww. This cat is really cute I will admit."

She started to pet the cat causing it to retract a bit, but Mrs. Sarakana's pets were much gentler than Saneko's. They were soothing and calming. The cat calmed its breathing and began to settle down, and even purr a bit.

"So Saneko named you Dyinglight huh? Oh Saneko, you have the wildest imagination."

Mrs. Sarakana turned around and walked to the couch with the cat in her hands. She took a seat and looked down at it as she continued to pet it gently. A few minutes later, Mr. Sarakana entered the house, taking off his shoes. He looked up to see his wife holding an unfamiliar cat.

"Huh? A cat?"

"Yes. Saneko picked it off of the street earlier today. Isn't it just the cutest?"

He walked up and sat down next to her and started petting the cat as well. The cat was much more calm than it was earlier. It's eyes were closed and it was almost asleep.

"Yeah, it's adorable. Let me guess, she called it Blood Spiller or Skull Crusher or something."

"You're on the right track. It's called Dyinglight."

"Of course it is."

The cat yawned as it got more comfortable in Mrs. Sarakana's arms. Maybe this home wasn't so bad after all. Mr. Sarakana then looked behind himself to see if Saneko was in the dining room, but she wasn't of course.

"Is Saneko in her room?"

"No, she's out getting cat food for Dyinglight."

Just as they said that, Saneko returned home, opening the front door and kicking off her dress shoes, holding a bag of cat food in her hand. She closed the door behind her and walked out into the living room.

"I'm back."

"Speak of the devil."

The cat instantly grew tense again, feeling Saneko's presence. She placed the bag down and ripped it open. She then used her telekinesis to open a cabinet in the kitchen and cause bowl to float over. As she continued using telekinesis to pour the food into the bowl, her dad rolled his eyes.

"You can't even walk into the kitchen to get a bowl?"

"We've been over this dad. Powers are just so much more efficient and convenient."

"Well I guess I can't argue with you there."

Saneko placed the bowl on the ground, and the cat looked at it with a suspicious glare.

"Go on Dyinglight. Consume your meal."

It warily jumped off of Mrs. Sarakana's lap and walked up to the bowl. It was very cautious, but also very hungry. It started to eat from the bowl, forgetting about its fear for the moment. Saneko watched as her cat ate. She began to think to herself about something, so she turned to her dad and began to ask him a question.

"Hey dad, if cultivation is so important for finding jobs, does that mean this cat food was made with cultivated powers?"

"Probably."

"How does that work?"

"Don't ask me. I work at a warehouse."

"Isn't cat food made in warehouses?"

"How should I know?"

Saneko realized she wasn't getting anywhere with him, so she turned to her mom to see if she had an answer, but she was staring at the cat intently, not focusing on anything else at the moment. She decided that she should just look up the answer. After all, her brain could easily retain that information. It baffled her that she tried to ask her parents anything. She pulled out her phone to look up how cat food is made in the current era. An oddly specific question.

"Dad, it says here that some cultivators have harnessed an ability to create many types of food, including but not limited to, dog food, bird food, and yes, cat food."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense."

"HOW CAN CULTIVATORS MAKE CAT FOOD BUT NOT TELEPORT?"

"I don't make the rules."

At that moment, Saneko realized that trying to be a cultivator was entirely pointless. She had already assumed as much, but now it was confirmed. Her powers were undoubtedly stronger than everyone else's, which, unfortunately for everyone around her, only made her more sure of herself.