Chapter 792 "Catwoman's Revenge"

"Egyptian cat goddess? I died and was resurrected?" Hearing Jerry's explanation, Catwoman instinctively thought he was spouting nonsense.

But then, some long-forgotten memories suddenly surfaced in her mind. She recalled the moment she was washed into the river, suffocated, and her soul was about to leave her body.

She saw the Egyptian cat Jerry mentioned, the same one she had seen on the air conditioner outside her unit. It stood on her body, cried out, and then she had awakened.

Turning over, Catwoman leaped over the bed with a swift motion, landing directly on the chair in front of the table. No longer afraid of Jerry, she squatted on the chair and began to search the computer rapidly.

Soon, she found numerous legends about the Egyptian cat goddess and various stories of catwomen throughout history.

"What are your plans?" Jerry asked, stretching out his hand to lick his paw but stopping himself, overcoming the instinct of his feline body.

Catwoman was silent for a long time before she slowly replied, "If that's the case, then I have to find the person who was chasing me and discover why he wanted to kill me. He has to pay for it."

"I can help you. Just consider it payment for the room for the next few days," Jerry replied.

Through the information he had found in the main world and comparing it with the current situation, he already knew that the person behind the attempt on Catwoman's life was actually Laurel, the boss of her cosmetics company.

The magical cosmetics produced by Laurel's company promise to rejuvenate the skin but have severe side effects. Long-term use causes the skin to become completely numb, and stopping usage for a period results in the skin starting to rot slowly.

Helping Catwoman take down Laurel, exposing the truth, and halting the sale of toxic cosmetics would be a noble cause. Additionally, it should yield a good number of little red stars as a reward.

"That's great!" Catwoman's eyes lit up when she heard that Jerry was willing to help.

With a magical cat to assist her, many things would become much simpler, even though before last night, she never believed that magic existed in this world.

"What kind of cat food do you like? I'll go buy it for you now." Jerry asked.

Catwoman stared at him for a while before scoffing, "No, thank you. I don't like cat food. I prefer chicken legs, braised."

Jerry flicked his tail, and a plate of braised chicken legs appeared in front of him. "This is for you."

He picked up a chicken leg and looked at the stunned Catwoman. With another flick of his tail, a glass of milk, a sandwich, and a plate of dried fish appeared on the table.

Transfiguration spells, especially those that require little magic and produce small objects, actually consume very little magic power for Jerry.

He can always rely on absorbing energy to convert magic power quickly. The purpose of fasting is not to avoid eating altogether but to survive in harsh environments without food, preventing starvation.

Under normal circumstances, Jerry is very interested in food. With a certain amount of magic power in his body, consuming a bit to have a good breakfast in the morning is a very cost-effective choice.

"Wow, I didn't expect your magic could do this," Catwoman exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise as she looked at the food that had appeared out of thin air.

"I say, do you really want to return all of this?" Jerry stood atop Catwoman's shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the scene below.

They were positioned across from the jewelry store, a spectacle for both police and curious onlookers.

Catwoman crouched behind a massive pillar, her gaze flitting between her newfound love, Tom, a policeman, and the glinting treasures nestled within the bag clutched in her hands. Her expression wavered, torn between desire and restraint.

"I must admit, they are rather exquisite. Especially this necklace," she murmured, her voice tinged with longing.

"A piece straight from Egypt. No wonder it captivates you," Jerry remarked, his eyes tracing the intricate hieroglyphs adorning the necklace Catwoman withdrew from the bag.

Resurrected by the ancient power of the Egyptian cat Goddess, Catwoman had undergone a transformation, her essence entwined with feline traits and tendencies. This divine fusion had shaped her preferences, aligning them closely with those of her feline counterparts.

Her inclinations mirrored those of a cat: relishing the dried fish Jerry conjured each morning, harboring a fascination for all things Egyptian, nurturing an insatiable curiosity, and reveling in the thrill of adventure and larceny. Yet, much like her feline brethren, she abhorred the touch of raindrops upon her skin.

Though now human in form, Catwoman's essence shimmered with feline characteristics, particularly under the cloak of night.

In stark contrast, Jerry embodied a peculiar duality. While his physical form mirrored that of a cat, his mannerisms and habits remained distinctly human, including his culinary preferences.

"Alright, let's begin," Jerry declared, his tone laced with determination.

Observing Catwoman's ongoing struggle, Jerry sighed softly, his tail swishing in mild exasperation. With a deft flick, he invoked his magic, transforming the singular Egyptian necklace into a pair.

In the realm of non-magical items, the energy required to alter gemstones and diamonds remained relatively consistent. It was primarily dictated by the size and intricacy of the object undergoing transformation.

Consequently, the magical expenditure needed to duplicate the necklace paled in comparison to the energy expended on Jerry's morning culinary creations.

"Jerry, you're not Bastet incarnate! How can you do such a thing?! Are you actually Bastet herself?" Catwoman interjected, her gaze locking onto Jerry with a mixture of disbelief and suspicion as he replicated the necklace before her eyes.

While the manifestation of breakfast had been surprising yet plausible, the replication of a priceless Egyptian artifact posed a far greater challenge to her credulity.

After all, crafting such a masterpiece requires unparalleled skill and knowledge.

The narrative surrounding the Egyptian necklace emphasized its exclusivity, billing it as the sole specimen in existence, reserved solely for ornamental display within prestigious jewelry establishments. Its unparalleled rarity rendered it not only priceless but also prohibitively expensive.

Thus, Catwoman found herself grappling with newfound doubts regarding Jerry's true identity. Could he truly be the fabled Egyptian cat deity who had rescued her?

"No, Bastet hails from a different bloodline, whereas I am of a different breed entirely," Jerry clarified, reclining comfortably upon Catwoman's shoulder. A subtle twitch of his tail served as a gentle reminder for her to quell her suspicions and refocus on the task at hand.

With a gleeful grin, Catwoman carefully stashed the authentic Egyptian necklace into her petite purse, followed by deftly tucking Jerry's conjured replica into her bag. A quick detour to a nearby bakery yielded a box of delectable pastries before she stealthily approached the rear entrance of the jewelry store.

Evading the prying lenses of security cameras, she effortlessly scaled the imposing barrier, depositing the bag laden with both jewelry and treats by the back entrance. With Jerry in tow, she swiftly whisked away to the clandestine confines of the company's product manufacturing facility, narrowly evading pursuit.

An hour later, nestled within a secluded corner of the Hedare Beauty's factory, Catwoman's countenance twisted into a scowl of righteous indignation.

"It was him. He's the one who fired at me," she seethed, thrusting an accusatory finger toward a burly figure clad in a tailored suit, patrolling nearby.

Addressing Jerry with palpable fury, she bared her teeth as she recounted the events leading to their confrontation.

"That day, I overheard a researcher within the base divulge the sinister truth about Beau-line—they're poisonous. Merely for raising the slightest alarm, this brute relentlessly pursued me with a firearm. I demand answers. Why was he hunting me, and who orchestrated this malevolent scheme?"