The three circles kept spinning fiercely as more blood and vessels were infused with Chaos.
Soon, 600 kilometers of Chaos was converted, ascending Mater into Chaos Infusion Level 1.
The circles on his chest disappeared as the Chaos Stones were completely absorbed.
The ordinary black cat had now become an agent of chaos, a warlock from another world.
Mater opened his golden eyes and stretched his entire body. Chaos pumped in his blood, providing a sense of power to this small feline body. Even his hunger had subsided by a lot, thanks to the energy Chaos provided.
"600 kilometers out of 5,000 kilometers. I am now officially a Warlock of Chaos Infusion Rank. Only 4,400 kilometers to go.
Cats really do have a small storage for Chaos. Now I need to decide my main Chaos Artifact…"
Chaos Artifact was a unique ability every Warlock had. It was different from casting spells, an ability that Warlock would only focus on after the Chaos Infusion Rank, once they were able to generate their own magic.
At the first rank, when the Warlock was still very dependable on taking magic from others and couldn't create magic themselves, Warlock developed three unique artifacts for themselves to defend and attack.
The Dark Grimoire. A chaos-infusing tome that a Warlock could engrave magical spells on it. Spells on the Grimoire did not need magic to fuel and can be used indefinitely. However, each spell had a cool down depending on how powerful it was.
The Dark Grimoire was a way for Warlock to cast spells consistently before they completed their Chaos Circuit.
The second artifact was the Demonic Armory. The armory was a pocket-dimension that the Warlock could store and summon weapons, armor, and ammunition.
In contrast to the Dark Grimoire, where a Warlock would focus more on flexibility and variety of spells, the Demonic Armory abandoned all flexibility for pure power and resilience.
A Warlock would commonly choose a melee or ranged weapon as their first Demonic Item and then slowly introduced more items as they grew stronger.
Mater obviously would not be choosing Demonic Armory. He was a cat. All his knowledge in creating Demonic Items was used for humans, not cats. He didn't even know how to properly fight as a cat.
The last Artifact was the Submission Seal. A seal that Mater could slap on other beings to control them. Alternatively, he could also use his little chaos magic to summon a supernatural being to control.
"Right now I have no strength to subdue a summoned entity. My little amount of magic will also run dry after attempting a summoning ritual.
Finding a suitable target for the Submission Seal is also difficult.
Of all the three artifacts, the Dark Grimoire is the most suitable for me in this situation. It can mitigate my low magic amount to the fullest.
Also, only the Dark Grimoire will allow me to find more Chaos Stones since I will be able to use Chaos Eyes.
Yeah. That is the correct plan of action. Dark Grimoire it is."
The Dark Grimoire required a book to create. The content and history of the book would decide its natural spells and passive ability that it would have.
There were three main types of Dark Grimoire a Warlock could make.
The Book of Despair. The original book must have a history of desperation, isolation, and hopelessness.
The Book of Fear. The original book must have a history of anxiety, terror and panic.
The Book of Rage. The original book must have a history of frustration, wrath, and resentment.
These negative emotions were commonly provided by previous owners of the book or the experience that the book had seen.
Mater left the park and entered the residential area of the city once more. He dashed upon the roof of the houses, looking at the brightly-lit city with neon signs and the street lights.
"This place... It is extremely colorful. Even here I can feel the desperation, debauchery, and violence hidden beneath its shiny facade.
A perfect place for a Warlock like me to flourish.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
People walking on the street looked up to see a manic cat meowing non-stop. It stopped mid-action to cough up a ball of hair.
Then the belly of the cat roared fiercely in the night.
"Uh... I am still hungry. I need to find something to eat first."
Mater continued strolling on the rooftops. He casually looked down on a few houses without lights to check if they had any openings for him to enter.
On his journey for food, he saw a few of his kind digging in the trash. Mater despised such 'barbaric' behavior.
Finally, he was able to find a house with an open window. There was no light inside, indicating that the resident might not be home or already sleeping.
Mater climbed into the window leading to the kitchen. There he found a sink with a high stack of dirty dishes and a refrigerator with the door slightly opened.
The smell of food reached Mater. His wet heart-shaped nose twitched as he approached the refrigerator.
With his small paw, Mater pushed the door wide open. The light of the refrigerator beamed out, revealing shelves of food inside.
Mater couldn't help but lick his mouth. He jumped up and began feasting on the opened fridge.
Mater was so focused on eating that he didn't notice a sound outside. Someone just went home and the click of the light switch echoed.
The entire place lit up as Selina heard the commotion inside her fridge.
"You dirty rat!" She opened the refrigerator door, holding a broom in her hand.
But to her surprise, the thing inside her refrigerator was a cat, not a mouse.
It was a bizarre cat. The black cat sat on its butt like an aristocrat and used its paws to grab a piece of cheesecake to eat. It glanced at Selina with unlimited smugness.
Selina swore that it was saying "Why are you bothering me?" with its eyes but she couldn't prove it.
The cat stuffed the rest of the cheesecake in its mouth, chewing it unapologetically with its puffy cheeks.
The sight was so absurd that it caused Selina to chuckle. She put the broom down.
"Where did you come from, little fella?"