Chapter 185: Cheater

Chapter 185: Shameless Tactics

On the third floor of the Demon King's Tower, the Boss possesses the power of healing.

The vanguard brought back information that this Boss has weak offensive capabilities and only a few defensive measures.

It constantly heals itself.

It's said to have a hundred thousand health points, and each time it heals, it returns to full health instantly.

The adventurers who can reach the third floor are all max-level, and their overall attack power isn't too weak, but the total number of people is less than half of that on the first floor.

Many adventurer teams launched attacks, and since the Boss has low defense, it does take damage.

But the Boss heals frantically.

After fighting for half a day, they looked at the Boss, which was still lazily crouching in place, not even moving its butt.

The Boss of this floor is also a black cat, noticeably chubbier in build. Meng Shu estimated that its true form is a relatively thick cat hair.

It has been crouching in the center of the Demon King's Tower, letting others attack it, its main tactic being to stubbornly stall for time.

Many people couldn't bear to strike, because the Boss looks just like a chubby black cat, and it's not aggressive. When others hit it, it just meows and wags its tail pitifully.

Its deep green eyes seem to hold tears, and when attacked, it puts on a look of grievance.

He had to admit, Ling Qingjue's move was brilliant. Knowing that the Hall of Healing was too easily breached, he simply had his clone act cute and play pitiful.

"I'm acting cute, so you can't possibly hit me, right?"

Sure enough, the adventurers soon split into two factions.

One faction believed they should kill the Demon King Cat Head first, while the other argued that cats are so cute, how could you hit a cat?

As a result, the Boss remained unscathed, while the adventurers nearly came to blows.

Three days passed with no progress.

Every day, the clone rolled around and acted cute in the tower. Not only was it not killed, but it was also protected by cat lovers, who would rather give up attacking the tower than allow "evil" adventurers to harm the "innocent" cat.

This move caused the Adventurers' Guild to fall apart.

Meng Shu was also on the third floor. To be honest, this cat looked very similar to Ling Qingjue, just a lot fatter.

He himself liked kittens, and since this cat looked like Ling Qingjue, he couldn't bring himself to hit it either.

Jia Zhao was different. As soon as he saw that fat cat wiggling its butt and acting cute everywhere, he wanted to kick its fat butt.

The two factions fought fiercely, while the troublemaking fat cat leisurely enjoyed itself in the tower, being hugged, rubbed, and kissed by countless people.

In short, this was a social cat.

Seeing no progress on the third floor, Meng Shu grew anxious. He defected to the enemy camp and asked Jia Zhao, "How can we make them stop protecting the Boss?"

Jia Zhao was also helpless, "Didn't you see how good that fat cat is at acting cute? Not only does it act cute itself, but it also summons a bunch of cats to act cute together."

Now there were countless cats in the tower.

It was probably because Ling Qingjue, trapped on the fifth floor, was depressed and shedding a lot of fur.

His shed fur was borrowed by the clone to turn into similar black cats.

The third floor could already be described as a "mountain and sea of cats".

"Those little cats have no attack power and haven't inherited the Demon King's abilities. They're all just illusions using the Demon King's power to turn into cats." Jia Zhao slammed the table in anger, "What a move by Ling Qingjue! Using cuteness as a tactic!"

"Even if we know they're illusions, it's useless!" Meng Shu said helplessly, "They're really cute and not aggressive. People naturally don't want to attack them."

"Once the Boss of this floor dies, they'll disappear."

Meng Shu said, "I understand the logic, but how do we get everyone to act? I can't bring myself to do it either. They look too much like Ling Qingjue."

"But isn't the Demon King's Tower a place for training? How can Ling Qingjue use such a tactic?"

Meng Shu drooped his eyelids, "He lost his memory, but he's not stupid. The Hall of Healing is so weak; he'd definitely find a way to protect his clone."

"People who use tactics have dirty hearts!" Jia Zhao grumbled indignantly, "I hate cats the most!"

The Demon King's Tower was almost becoming a giant cat café. Many people came to the tower every day to pet cats.

This world had always emphasized peace and love, and many people had been lying flat since birth.

The tower was dispensable to them. Attacking it or not, no one really cared.

But there were rare breed cats in the tower!

Naturally, people refused to attack the tower, only wanting to pet cats to their heart's content. They got stuck on the easiest floor for a long time.

Meng Shu sat at the table, holding the Boss's analysis data, "If this continues, the number of cats in the tower will only increase, and people will be even less willing to act. We need to break through this floor quickly."

Jia Zhao said, "But you saw it too. That group laid down the law: anyone who dares to hit the cats in the tower will face their wrath."

Was it really impossible to break through the third floor?

Others would only be delighted by the increasing number of cats on the third floor, but Meng Shu knew that those cats were all Ling Qingjue's shed fur. The more cats, the more unhappy Ling Qingjue was.

Ling Qingjue had been locked up for five days.

Meng Shu flipped through the data, his expression calm, "This Boss is only good at healing... As the saying goes, things turn into their opposites when they reach the extreme. Since they won't let us attack, let's go along with it."

Jia Zhao asked, "What do you mean?"

"I want to burst it." Meng Shu said, "If you take too many supplements, you'll get a nosebleed. If we keep adding health to it, maybe it'll burst itself."

Jia Zhao was startled, "What kind of tactic is that?"

Meng Shu was desperate enough to come up with such an unusual tactic, "Since that group won't let us attack, we have to use this method. Eat too much and you'll die from overeating. Maybe healing too much will also kill it."

Jia Zhao laughed in exasperation, "What kind of tactic is that? Do you think it's stupid?"

"I observed before. It only heals itself when its health bar is nearly empty, which means either it has a limited number of heals per day, or healing too much harms itself."

Meng Shu knew this tactic was unreliable, comparable to throwing a meat bun at a dog.

But since it had come to this, he had to try even the most ridiculous tactic.

Jia Zhao thought it over. The Boss really was reluctant to use skills, and what Meng Shu said made some sense.

After discussing it, the two of them entered the third floor together.

The fat cat was lying on its back, belly up for the humans to rub.

Meng Shu quietly summoned a healing potion and selected the clone as the target.

Green light seeped into its body.

The clone opened its eyes, and its health bar flashed briefly, but it was too absorbed in being petted to notice the danger.

Jia Zhao whispered, "Is it working?"

Meng Shu said, "I don't know. Let's try again."

They used dozens of healing potions on the clone one after another. Suddenly, the clone stood up and jumped around frantically.

The health bar above its head kept flashing.

Meng Shu was thrilled. "This potion is way too strong. It's gonna explode!"

Hearing that it actually worked, Jia Zhao dumped all the potions like water, making the clone stagger and wobble, unable to stay on its feet.

Meng Shu lowered his voice. "Our strategy is too bizarre. If anyone finds out we beat the third floor by cheating, the Demon King Tower will lose all its prestige."

Jia Zhao scoffed, "And what about Ling Qingjue? Does he have any dignity, acting cute while guarding the third floor?"

Meng Shu was taken aback. "Uh, he's a cat. Maybe this is normal for him..."

While talking, the two continued using healing potions on the clone.

As expected, the clone let out a screech, fell to the ground, and its form vanished into green light.

Only a single cat hair remained where it stood.