Is It Wrong To Pick Up Cat Girls In Another World

The streets of New York were brimming with people walking about, trying their best to live what most would consider daily life. A boy with dirty blond hair and the build of your typical skinny nerd was walking down these streets not worried about anything except for the paycheck in his hands, not giving a second thought to the people running by or the cars zipping past. His attention focused solely on the paper tightly gripped in his hands.

"Today is payday! With this, I can finally afford a new computer. It took me five months to save up enough after my living expenses but it's finally time," the boy thought to himself while looking up at the sky, fist raised, and eyes closed. As he continued his walk growing ever closer to his apartment, passing by trees surrounded by bricks forming small circles and metal mailboxes which were getting filled with everyone's bills and another assortment of important papers.

A sound of distant buzzing could be heard growing closer and closer, most would have seen the bee or at least heard it, but the boy was too distracted with his thoughts about what game he might buy first, or what anime he could watch on a high-tech screen he planned on getting with the PC, either way he wasn't paying too much attention to anything else. Then like lightning, the first killer bee to make it to the US alive began its attack, flying down from the sky like a missile zooming through branches and falling leaves, dodging them like bullets in the matrix. It had a target chosen and it wasn't going to let it escape. The bee had to inject its eggs into the boy and then escape so that its prey could hatch its eggs for it. 

At the same time, gone from the boy far above the clouds, a messenger was doing his part trying his best to get what was known as the laziest goddess in existence to do her job. "Goddess, the killer bees you let loose are about to kill thousands, shouldn't we do something about it?" He said with a voice that if you heard it you would know it was overworked, it trembled from exhaustion and lack of coffee. 

"Ya, I guess," came a female voice, the same type of voice you would hear from a high school diva who wanted nothing to do with the current conversation. The type of voice that after college you just wanted to punch in the face of the owner and tell them to get their life together because no one would deal with their shit in the job force.

"Just shoot it down with some lightning or something," she said to the messenger who was close to face-palming himself from her sheer stupidity. His disapproval plastered clearly for the goddess to see, she might have been upset with him if she had taken the time to look up to see it but she was too busy checking her nails. 

"We can't do that if the other gods found out," then before the messenger who had more than enough from this diva goddess could finish explaining why they couldn't shoot the bee out of the sky with lightning on a clear day, the goddess waved her finger in a circular motion and from the clear blue sky of New York lightning flew down striking the bee as it landed right on the shoulder of a poor unsuspecting boy, the stinger primed and raised ready to sting. 

As the lightning struck the boy the surrounding area was immediately turned into a white light that could be seen from over ten American football fields away. The boy on the other hand did not see the light, nor did he feel the pain of his body getting ripped apart and burned to a crisp by the lightning. His last thought was that he should call his mother once he got home, but that thought soon quickly faded into the darkness. 

Then as the white light began to fade and the people in the immediate area regained their vision all they saw was a burnt body that was beyond any recognition laying on the ground. While none of them knew who had died and wouldn't until the police did a dental check, the gods far above the clouds were already discussing the events in great detail, most of them screaming due to unchecked anger. 

"Do you know what you just did?!" The known messenger god screamed at the nonmoving and uncaring goddess, his veins popping out, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and a red hue coloring his cheeks. 

"Huh, of course, I know. I just took care of the problem. Why are you freaking out?" She said not even noticing that a human life had been lost in the process. She looked up to say this but just long enough to look back down at her nails, changing the color with her divine powers, not caring at all about the grave misuse of her powers. 

"You FIXING this just made things a thousand times worse!!" The messenger god screamed trying his best to get the point of how bad this was across to the goddess. The goddess of the other hand still didn't bother to look up, she just continued to change the color of her nails. 

"You killed one of the most important people in the mortal realm!" By now the messenger god had begun to calm down and bring the conversation back to a normal volume. The goddess still didn't bother to look up, only assuming that the lowered volume meant that it really wasn't a big deal and that she could just continue to laze about as she pleased. 

"What do you mean most important people he was about to die to the bee anyways and besides it's only one human life who cares!" She said while looking at her nails, then every once and a while they would change color, shape and or design. When she finished talking, she put her hands down for the first time in the conversation and looked the messenger god in the face, for the first time she actually bothered to gauge his reaction but had the smuggest face you could ever imagine. 

"The human wouldn't have been in that situation in the first place if you hadn't let the bees go at all! That human was going to cure cancer, the other gods had plans for him to save the world," The messenger god said, watching the face of the goddess turn from smugness into pure panic. The weight of the problems she had caused finally reached her, and with a jolt she got up and began to wave her arms about as she talked.

'"Why didn't you tell me that before I did it!!" The goddess screamed causing what sounded like thunder to crackle in the mortal realm, she wasn't the strongest goddess by any regards but at the moment she was the closest to the mortal realm and as such was easily able to influence basic aspects such as weather. 

"I tried to, but you wouldn't listen to me! Now you have to figure out a way to clean this mess up!" The messenger god said before turning into a cloud of smoke and disappearing to go deliver the news of what happened to the other gods. The goddess could only look on in horror as he disappeared, her smug face long replaced by sheer panic. The goddess could only hope that the other gods let her off with a small punishment such as extra work and not a reduction of her powers. 

As the boy began to open up his eyes the first thing he saw was never-ending darkness, then a burst of light came into existence shining down upon him. As he began to look up into the light trying to figure out what was going on, a figure with blue flowing hair and boobs the size of watermelons began to descend from the light, slowly landing at the boys' level, if the boy had focused at anything else he might have noticed the woman's bored look or her unparalleled beauty, but his eyes had become locked on her chest. 

"Welcome Robert Alexander, my name is Ziuna goddess and beauty here in the heavenly realm," the blue, long-haired woman said while floating in the endless darkness. A smile plastered across her face as she spoke, clearly holding herself in high regards.

 "What happened to me!?" Robert asked with a look of panic, finally looking up to meet her eyes. He already knew what answer awaited him but still asked, clinging onto the little hope he had left. 

"You died due to an unfortunate accident but thanks to you the world was saved, if you let me reclaim your God-given gift, I will reincarnate you and give you one wish!" The goddess said with a smirk, she had come up with a plan for not only fixing her mistakes but also getting rid of the human so that none of the other gods could get mad at her. It was foolproof, or at least she thought it was. With a smile she looked down on the boy and an air of smugness flowing out from her.