Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Shiba Park, Tokyo Tower, Japan.

"Hey, Tokomori, are you worried about him?"

The boy sitting atop the tower leaned against the lightning rod, gently stroking the Siamese cat in his arms, smoothing its fur, and examining it as if it were his own priceless treasure.

As night fell, the wind howled at the spire of Tokyo Tower.

Beneath the boy's feet, the city lights were scattered like stars, and the lights of thousands of homes and neon lights created a dazzling scene.

From this vantage point, one can see all the churches on the ground in Tokyo. Their sharp, hyperbolic paraboloid roofs pierce the darkness, gleaming with a cold white light under the colored lights, like the holy swords of Siegmund, Glamour, piercing the demons in the heavens.

"Don't worry, going to eat ramen is basically like preparing a royal bodyguard for his girl. Although I'm hindering him, I don't want him to be too sad. Besides, I hope he can... no, I don't mean hope. He will definitely be able to overcome his few weaknesses here. I am the person who believes in him and loves him the most in this world, and I am his only support!"

The cat was carelessly tossed aside, much like a fat cat rolling around after a full meal. The abandoned cat looked bewildered, wanting to crawl back into a warm embrace.

Tokyo Tower is almost second only to the Tokyo Skytree in the recent Tosuke/Sumikkoda area; the height of over 300 meters is chilly enough to make a cat shiver.

"But my brother doesn't even call my name now. He's in danger and has forgotten the person he should rely on most. He's also isolated me for seven hundred days."

The boy suddenly flew into a rage, pressing a finger against the cat's furry forehead: "Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about your own food! I treated you to ramen today and you only ate the chashu! Damn it, even your owner has to eat noodles, bamboo shoots, and seaweed flakes, and you don't even eat vegetarian food!"

Dekomori stared blankly at its owner, meowing twice in an attempt to awaken its owner's affection.

It was just a cat and didn't understand the principle of "if you want to condemn someone, you can always find a reason."

You have broken my heart.

"...You lowly cat, now that you see the throne, why don't you kneel down?" The boy's anger subsided a bit, and he questioned him mockingly. At the bottom of his beautiful purple eyes, one could see a dark river, the riverbed of which lay swords and bloodshed.

Tuo Shou felt a jolt run through his body and quickly moved away from the boy, skillfully lowering his body and touching the ground with his head, as if he were performing "three kowtows and nine prostrations".

This seemingly silly and cute cat actually possesses a considerable amount of survival wisdom... Of course, it's very likely that it was brought out by the pressure from its amazing owner, as intelligent beings are always constantly improving their survival methods under environmental pressure.

"Hmm, I forgive you. That's my good kitty." The boy's mood swings vanished, replaced by a kind and amiable smile. "Look how obedient Takanashi is to his older brother. I don't want to turn you into a figurine... You'll have to listen to me and diet to get back to your slim figure."

"Speaking of figurines..."

"I'll soon have seven figurines... Actually, some of them used to please me quite a bit." The boy fell silent. He was still smiling, but hot tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes. He was undoubtedly a madman indulging his emotions.

"Go for it, Dr. Herzog, get it done!"

"If you can't hinder his progress in the dungeon, if you can't slow him down, then I might as well switch to a different boss."

A deep red health bar appeared above the boy's head.

It's no longer appropriate to call him a boy.

He resides atop the Tokyo Tower.

Lead-gray clouds floated, their black tails like ancient snakes coiled around the spire of the red pagoda.

……

……

After the explosion subsided, the smoke and dust cleared.

The torrential rain poured down, and a hurricane from the depths of hell swept past at breakneck speed.

The winds of the underworld, carrying water, rushed along the road, sweeping away fallen leaves and petals, piling them into small whirlpools at the corners. In the dim yellow glow of the streetlights, raindrops cut diagonally, weaving a swaying curtain.

Herzog the Shadow Warrior (Ancient Dragon Bloodstained/Gun Wound Weakness/Poisoning Overdose)

[Rank: Half-Deadpool (Evolving)]

[Identity: Dungeon Boss Unit (Clone)]

[Authority: None]

【Word of Power: Ghost Victory】

[Luck: A+ (There is a chance of surviving even in the event of natural disasters or other accidents)]

[Attack: SS- (far exceeds the actual limits of pure-blooded humans) (Word power increased, no decrease in weakened state)]

[Speed: S+ (far exceeds the actual limit of pure-blooded humans) / (Word power enhancement, no decrease in weakened state)]

[Constitution: SS (far exceeds the actual limit of pure-blooded humans) / (Word power enhancement, no decrease in weakened state)]

[Combat Skills: S+ (World-class elite level)]

[Gunsmanship Skills: S+ (World-class Elite Level)]

[Evaluation: A dragon-blooded monster corrupted by serum and evolution drugs. Using its incantation will grant it the ability to forget pain, temporarily making it comparable to a weaker super hybrid. It's a pure drug addict, trading its lifespan for a distorted dragon evolution. You can raise a glass and drink under the moon, but given its "alcohol tolerance," you'll probably drink it under the table very quickly.]

Its defense and vitality are indeed almost at the level of a super hybrid, and its self-healing ability is even more unbelievable.

However... he's the weakest boss I've ever seen; his stats aren't even as good as Jormungandr or Fenrir's.

After getting close, Lu Mingfei finished him off with three more stabs, then switched to a rifle and loaded it. Blood continued to bloom until the waiter's health bar was empty before he was finally at ease.

After dealing with this self-proclaimed king general, Lu Mingfei planned to leave. He still needed to comfort Erii, who was feeling uneasy.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to turn around and leave with Erii, his expression turned solemn. He looked up and observed a red-necked dove trembling as it took flight under the cherry blossom tree in front of him. The dove had been sheltering from the rain under the tree, but the commotion nearby terrified it even more than the downpour.

Lu Mingfei saw in the reflection of the dove's eyes that the demon-like creature was still alive.

Behind him and Erii, the resurrected waiter stood up in a highly uncoordinated manner, his forearms hanging down at a 90-degree angle to his upper arms, like a robot dancing in street dance.

He adjusted his movements a couple of times before resuming his "human" walking posture, preparing to gently tap the black wooden clapper in his hand, the separated clappers drawing ever closer.

The corpse beneath Lu Mingfei's feet seemed to be nothing more than a shell discarded by the devil after it was used up; as long as the devil's soul remained, it could be resurrected continuously.

The torrential rain brought noise everywhere: the groaning of tin signs, the bursting of drainpipes, the snapping sound of tree canopies snapping as they were bent under the weight, and the accelerating footsteps of a monster.

A surge of malice was coming from behind, originating from a resurrected monster. A waiter with Noh masks on his face had come back to life, with crimson lips, iron-black teeth, and a dignified smile on his lips. He could easily play the final episode of a Japanese supernatural midnight drama as a supervillain.

He started running towards Lu Mingfei and Erii, striking the black clapper as he ran.

"Huh...it's open?" Lu Mingfei said thoughtfully.

resurrection?

No... even the Dragon King might not be able to resurrect someone, right?

Maybe...it's someone else?