As a sleep-deprived and struggling writer, I knew that writing could cause hair loss—but I never expected it could also lead to transmigration.... more>>

Wearing my cotton slippers and a simple two-piece outfit, I opened my eyes to find myself standing in a vast, lush forest.

In this prehistoric jungle, where even the mosquitoes were bigger than my face, I—utterly weak and defenseless—began my miserable journey of eating grass, eating grass, and eating more grass…

Then, as the last remaining human on Earth, I was captured.

Me: … The hell do you mean, the last human?! A critically endangered species?! So I’m basically a prehistoric relic now?!

Meanwhile, my newly appointed, cold and absurdly powerful human caretaker (who also doubles as my personal poop scooper) squatted down with a dog food bowl in hand, expressionless like a complete idiot:

"Come. Eat your food."

Me: … Who the hell do you think you’re looking down on?! I— I’ll flip your damn bowl! <<less

A carefree, mischievous, cat-loving protagonist × A pharaoh with both stunning looks and a twisted personality, utterly devoid of morals.... more>>

In the year 4057 of the New Era, Bastet dies in a research accident. As compensation, the national AI, Zuma, grants him a chance to be reborn.

Before his rebirth, Zuma cheerfully promises:

"To make up for your loss, your new life will be one of luxury, with food and shelter guaranteed. You will be worshiped by thousands, seen as the living embodiment of a god. You’ll have free access to the royal treasury, and the ruler of a nation will dote on you endlessly. You’ll live as a carefree cat. Do you accept?"

Bastet: What’s there to refuse? That sounds amazing!

Then, after his rebirth, Bastet desperately claws his way down from a certain Pharaoh’s lap.

Bastet: “That damn AI scammed me! I want to go home! Waaah!”

Yofar smiles gently, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk:

"You’re being naughty. I might have to kill you."

Bastet (terrified): "Y-Ya... Yame te kuda—!" <<less