After Transmigrating, I Became a God by Plundering --- Vol. 2, Contacting the World (2)

For three years, I never left the house. The only contact I had with the outside world was through the window and the television. Most of it was childish children's channels, but I could get a general idea. This world lacks bustling entertainment, profound culinary culture, and convenient transportation. Due to the threats from the wilderness and the pressure to survive, agriculture could not be developed on a large scale, and entertainment became a superfluous existence. Commerce was almost entirely dedicated to enhancing power, and wild beasts became the primary food source in the world. Rice and wheat were luxuries, and even seasoning was limited to salt. No one could afford to use alcohol for cooking. I despaired at this impoverished world, especially after surviving on beast milk for three years. Yes, beast milk! This world doesn't even have baby food, only beast milk! And I don't know which beast's milk it is, it's so fishy! The one who constantly accompanied and took care of me at home wasn't my dad, nor my mom, but a white cat. It would bring me beast milk on time and even help change my diapers when I smelled bad, always looking at me with a helpless expression. Of course, it didn't change them with its paws. Instead, a gust of wind would lift me up, not only throwing the dirty diaper into the trash but also providing a full service of washing and air-drying. It was also the cat that turned on the TV for me to watch. A true full-time cat-sitter. My dad and mom were out earning money, but I don't know what kind of work they did. They never mentioned it at home. My dad often looked tired, but he never changed his habit of treating me like a toy. My mom, on the other hand, had regular work hours, came home, made dinner, and put me to sleep.