41 The Origins of the True God Religion

"That's more like it."

Seeing the mutated cat back down, Noah waved his hand to release its restraints. Once freed, the mutated cat did not attempt to attack again, but its green eyes glanced around, seemingly looking for a chance to escape. Being at the top of the food chain, it wouldn't easily submit to a human, no matter how strong the human was. This was the pride etched in its genes. Cats will never be slaves!

"So, have you thought about it? Do you want to come home with me to help watch the house and guard the yard?"

Noah smiled kindly, taking out a box of cat food and a box of premium cat food from a spatial area. "If you nod, these are yours. Once you finish them, there will be more. Plenty to keep you full."

Seeing a whole box of cat food, the mutated cat's eyes widened. Its DNA was moved; it couldn't look away.