So handsome!!!

The cat left the table and went to another door in the room and pushed it open. It stopped in front of the open door and looked back at me before gesturing for me to follow him.

With fear gripping my heart, I walked towards the door. I was hungry but at this moment, there seemed to be more trouble than the trouble of my empty stomach.

The cat went in as soon as I got to the door and what I was in was a closet for a mercenary. I have never seen so many black leather jackets in my life, maybe except at the mall, but whatever.

Before I go on, I must tell you guys that I was someone who has only watched six action movies in my entire short life and I can barely remember what I saw in the movies.

I never played video games and I did taekwondo in elementary school but my father told me to abandon it as soon as I got into junior high school.

My father claimed that I should work more than my friends academically so that I could be better than them and I gave up on sport completely when I discovered that he was right.

Seeing the clothes, I knew it could not be an intellectual competition I was a weak-ass bullied high school boy and there was no way I could defeat cats like this that could change their sizes not to talk of the possibly strong beings that must exist in this unknown world.

"Master, I will dress you up while you pick the weapon you will need," the cat told me and at that moment, I knew I had to find a way to avoid whatever crazy competition the cat was talking about.

When I did not move, the cat looked at me with an impatient glare. I returned the glare despite how I was feeling my bones shaking in their joints.

This cat could simply turn me into a carcass with the right size but I based my luck on the fact that it called me master.

"I will not go for any crazy competition," I told him before putting my hands in the pocket I found and turned to leave only to feel my waist getting hugged by a huge pair of claws.

If I tell you that my heart flew out of my chest then you have to believe me because I could swear that it happened, no joking.

"I told you earlier that your failure was my failure and your success my success. For me to leave this world then you have to leave," I heard the cat tell me in a low warning growl that had my whole body shaking.

I swallowed. "Could . . . Could . . . Couldyounotincreaseyoursizethisfastagain?" I said without taking a second to breathe.

"I am sorry."

The cat was nice enough to release my waist and I could sigh in relief. At least I was alive. Isn't that something worth rejoicing?

But WAIT! Does that mean this cat will make me go for the competition since I had no say in the matter?

Only a coward would be able to relate to how I felt at that moment because I wanted to cry.

I did not cry and neither did I man up. I continued into the room. "You know I lost my memories," I began to explain things to the cat hoping it would lead to an escape route.

"But you are not disabled," the cat retorted now in its small size as it followed me.

"But I also can't remember any fighting move," I spoke back confident in my arguing skills.

"If you don't go then you will be declared a failure as a coward," the cat informed me.

I felt the urge at that moment to nod my head and acknowledge who I was which was a coward.

Now, don't say I should be ashamed of myself because, at times, it's just best to be a coward and avoid death.

Okay, now the argument lasted for half an hour but I had a sudden immediate transformation from a coward to a brave fighter because that cat told me that I would lose my house if I did not go.

Oh come on, if I don't have a roof over my head when I am in the middle of nowhere then I might as well be dead.

"Show me which of the weapons will be good enough," I ordered the cat as bravely stormed into the closet.

The cat walked to the closet and opened a secret door. I was faced with a room even larger than my room with many weapons I swear you have never seen in your life.

Well, that was an exaggeration to many of you but not to me. I have never held a dagger before and the most dangerous thing I have handled in my life is a knife.

A knife could do a lot but that's by the way. There were guns hung around in neat arrangements and there was a picture occupying the only wall that had no shelf or weapon holders.

The person in the picture was handsome in every aspect. He had black phoenix eyes, a slim bridged nose, and thin pink lips.

The guy's eyes were cold and could almost literally give someone chills. His eyebrows were thick and sharp.

He was not the average guy you could see on the street on Earth. In fact, he was the type of guy even a plastic surgeon could not fix a face into.

My lips were parted and I did not realize I was drooling until I felt coldness on my chin. Shit!

Until today, I have not been able to come up with the right way to describe him with words from earth but I can tell you that he was a magnificent beauty.

His black hair was short and neat like a rich businessman who placed priority on his appearance.

"Who is this man?" I turned to the cat and asked.

"The man you hate the most," the cat replied.

"Oh, come on," I murmured. Only a lunatic will hate such a male god. Maybe he was a lunatic. I mean the guy whose body I now possess because this body could not be mine, right?