I Was Reincarnated as the Weakest Monster, but I’ll Use My ‘Return from Death’ Skill to Become the Strongest! Even as the Weakest Monster, I Want to Get Stronger, Take Human Form, and Build a Harem… But Why Do Only Yandere Non-Human Girls Keep Showing Up? - Chapter 1.4

Three days have passed since I was reincarnated as a cat in another world and experienced my first death.

Somehow, I have managed to survive without dying again.

Over these past three days, I have wandered through the forest, making sure to avoid any large creatures, and relentlessly consumed bugs to level up.

And here are the results of my efforts:

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Name: None
Race: Cat
Level: 9 / 10
Rank: H
Title: “Egg of Possibility”

Attack: 5
Defense: 4
Magic Power: 1
Agility: 7

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• “Return from Death”

Unique Skill:

• “Appraisal”

Skills:

• “Bite”

Resistance Skills:

• “Hunger Resistance”
• “Loneliness Resistance”

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My level has skyrocketed from 1 to 9 in just three days.

By continuously eating bugs, I have managed to push my level this far.

Well, considering how low the required experience points were, most of the time, just killing a single bug was enough to grant me a level-up. So, honestly, it wasn’t as grueling as it sounds.

Still, I did level up properly.

Reaching level 9 has also boosted my stats significantly.

My defense, for example, has tripled.

And no, I will not tolerate any logical remarks about how that’s just because my original stats were abysmal.

Oh, and I picked up resistance skills too.

Someone, please sympathize with me.

Turns out, bugs alone aren’t enough to fully sustain a cat’s nutritional needs.

And as for Loneliness Resistance… yeah.

I’m honestly glad it developed.

Being alone in an unknown world filled with life-threatening dangers—

Just three days of that was enough to drive me to the brink of insanity.

If I hadn’t developed this skill, I might have actually lost my mind.

But if I had the choice, I’d rather be a cat that doesn’t have to endure loneliness than one who merely tolerates it.

I wish I had someone to interact with—someone who wouldn’t try to kill me on sight.

“Nyaa~”

Over the past three days, for some reason, I’ve practiced my cat-like meowing.

Now, as I wobble through the dense, untamed forest, I continue onward.

One major thing I’ve learned in these three days is that running into larger creatures is purely a matter of luck.

There aren’t that many of them, but whether I encounter one or not is entirely random.

That fact hasn’t changed since the first day, when I got killed by a spider.

I haven’t run into anything big yet—but that’s all it is. Luck.

“…”

As I walk, I let my mind wander, entertaining a series of pointless thoughts.

“A harem is every man’s dream, right?”

First, I become one of the strongest monsters in this world.

Then, just like in all those non-human reincarnation stories, I gain a human form.

Some people hate it when a non-human protagonist evolves into a humanoid, saying it ruins the story.

Honestly, I get that.

Whenever it happens in novels I read, the plot tends to follow the same pattern, and it loses some of its uniqueness.

But now that I’m living it firsthand—

Human transformation is non-negotiable.

Why the hell would I want to live my life as a permanent non-human?!

I still identify as a human, and my romantic interests are human women, not female cats.

“And if I’m the strongest, I deserve a harem, right?”

Once I become the strongest, what’s next?

The answer is obvious—a harem.

Come on, every guy dreams of it, right?

How could I not want one?

Lost in such pointless fantasies, I continue strolling carefree through the forest.

This is basically my daily routine.

Wandering aimlessly, thinking about nonsense, keeping myself entertained in an otherwise lonely existence.

And the idea that this boring pattern would continue indefinitely—

“Grrrrrrr…”

Was shattered in an instant.

Just as I was about to mentally declare that my peaceful routine was unbreakable,

a low, menacing growl reached my ears.

Rustling.

A moment later, a dog burst through the underbrush, charging straight toward me.

“Wha—?!”

Before I could even process the situation, my body moved on instinct.

With a desperate leap, I barely managed to dodge its pounce.

“Grrrrrrr…!”

But the dog’s predatory gaze had already locked onto me.

“…This is bad.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

For the first time in three days, I was face-to-face with another predator.

And unlike the insects I had been eating—

This one wasn’t prey.

It was a hunter.