The Strange Cat from Fuuto

A massive shadow appeared behind the little angel who stepped on the back of a beast, but it vanished the next second as the armor proactively evaded the attack.

Finally, as time went by.

The little angel successfully broke through to Mick's front, stepping within three steps of him. The little angel, slightly out of breath, said, "I won!"

"That's right, congratulations, you won!"

Mick, feigning concern, clapped his hands and sighed helplessly, "Then please move on to the next checkpoint!"

"But before that, I have to warn you, the guardian in the next level is going to be really tough!"

"Good luck!"

The throne slowly faded away, and Mick disappeared from the tower along with it. The surrounding space also shrank, and many wild beasts were shaken into blood mist by the spatial fluctuations at the moment the space shrank.

"Wow, that's really fast!"

"I still have questions to ask!"

The little angel sighed as she pulled back her futilely raised arm, her gaze drifting into the distance.

"Then let's move on to the next level!"

"I must win this game!"

Chapter 95: Changes to Bug Attack Detection

Holy City.

As one of the major satellite cities that once protected Tokyo, the capital city has experienced rapid development while maintaining connections with Tokyo and engaging in economic growth.

Both the city's economy and urban development are outstanding.

Not to mention, the city is home to a variety of internationally renowned companies, which in turn leads to extremely high levels of medical care, causing the happiness index of its citizens to soar.

But now, all that remains in the city is deathly silence, sorrow, despair, and pain.

Several high walls divide the holy city like a pizza, with massive walls standing on the city's edge.

Looking down from above, the city of the Holy City resembles an enclosed arena, a place of bloody life and death.

Only the ultimate victor can leave.

CatsDog headquarters building.

Rooftop.

"We've already passed three levels!"

"You're really capable!"

Miku, his cloak billowing in the wind, stood calmly overlooking the entire city, while beneath him, the entire building began to change.

His force twisted the building's exterior windows into a knot, and under the influence of his immense power, the entire building deformed, rising in a spiral like a tower reaching to the heavens.

In an instant, the entire building transformed into a dark gold spiral tower, with steps on the outside for people to climb.

"Please let me end all of this quickly!"

Miku glanced at the few remaining towers in the city, then turned and retreated, where a revered throne awaited him.

"Shh!"

Miku, with a flick of his cloak, sat on the throne, leaned back in his chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

"I'm waiting for you to come, and then I'll end all of this!"

..........

The Pale Tower.

A towering structure, seemingly cast entirely from white bones, stands in the north of the holy city, its surface engraved with lifelike...dog heads.

That's right, it's a dog's head, and it was Miku who forged it for Iggy at his insistence.

After all, in his own words, the tower I'm stationed on must showcase my handsome features. Unforgettable.

As a result, all sorts of dog heads appeared on the surface of the tower, lowering the overall prestige of everyone.

High up in the tower, Iggy lay listlessly on the bone floor, his hands behind his head, his right leg crossed over his left, and his legs raised high.

Iggy, squinting as he observed the drifting clouds in the sky, let out a leisurely tune from beneath his mask; for him, every day he could slack off was a day to go.

Anyway, now that the whole family is here and the kids are growing up, I can finally relax a bit.

As for the future?

We'll deal with the future later!

As Ichi was leisurely watching the clouds drift by, a golden shooting star streaked across the sky.

The little angel, enveloped in golden flames, traversed the sky, his eyes fixed on the Pale Tower to the north of the Holy City. But when he noticed the dog's head engraved on the tower, he was momentarily stunned.

"Why does this tower look so unorthodox?"

In the little angel's impression, all the CatsDog monsters are fierce and ruthless, but under such an art style, such a cute art style suddenly appears?

It was something he simply couldn't accept.

In which story do villainous bosses use darkness and blood to embellish their image of superiority? Why is it that in my case, a dog-headed tower appears?

But before the little angel could think further, he plummeted down and crashed onto the top of the Pale Tower, creating a huge dent in the bone floor.

The depression was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, which spread in all directions, and a burnt smell wafted out.

Iggy twitched his nose and smelled the pungent odor of the intense heat, then a strong shock came and jolted him off the ground.

The dog, which had been holding its original position, was thrown into the air by the shock and even had the leisure to yawn.

"what...."

"Are you the boss of this tower?"

Golden braids trembled as the little angel watched Iggy warily. Iggy lazily got up from the ground—yes, got up—first rolling 180 degrees on the spot, from lying on her back to looking down at the ground, and finally arching her body like a caterpillar.

With your hands supporting you on the ground, slowly straighten up. During this process, kneel on the floor, straighten your right leg, and then straighten your left leg.

"Why does he look like an old man?"

The little angel tilted his body and sized up Iggy, who yawned again. Ever since he came to this world with Miku, Miku had been the one busy every day. Apart from being taken out by Miku, he either slept until dark at their temporary residence and then got up to eat.

He did this day after day for more than a decade. Only after Mick and the others were brought over did he have to take care of the children, preventing himself from becoming too lazy.

However, a decade or so is enough to change a person. Even if Iggy is a dog, that lazy attitude towards life is etched into his bones.

"Ok?"

Iggy waved to the little angel, signaling that the other party could attack. The little angel asked suspiciously, "Don't you have any rules for this game?"

"laugh...."

Iggy sneezed and shook his head. What do you mean by rules? I don't have that kind of troublesome stuff.

"It seems the only way to get through here is through fighting!"

The little angel slowly tensed his muscles and gradually opened his boxing stance, his golden braids swaying with each movement.

"I'm going!"

The little angel, who had let out a low shout, suddenly vanished from the spot. Iggy narrowed his eyes, and a large shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

As the golden braids collided, the little angel unleashed a violent strike.

"boom!"

The air was suddenly compressed and exploded by this punch, producing a thunderous roar.

"Crench!"

The little angel who punched Iggy on the head leaned forward, using his waist to propel his whole body and unleash even greater power.

With his visor shattered, Iggy's head tilted backward, so much so that his head and spine were perpendicular to each other.

"call out!"

The little angel, who had vanished before Iggy's eyes, stared in disbelief at Iggy, who seemed to have suddenly lost his head, and thought to himself, "Could it be that I killed him?"

"Crack!"

Iggy noticed a change in his vision; the sky that had been above him was now on the ground. Iggy forcefully twisted his head, and his neck emitted a sickening cracking sound.

After his head left his back, Iggy hugged his head and forcefully pulled it forward.

"Crack!"

The head returned to its original position, and the visor was rapidly growing and recovering.

"They actually managed to snap their own head back in?"

"Is this guy a monster?"

Upon noticing Iggy's bone mask, the little angel swallowed hard, vaguely feeling that he might have chosen the wrong target.

This guy is definitely not as harmless as he seems on the surface.

"Click, click!"

Iggy, despite turning his neck left and right, remained rooted to the spot, showing no intention of moving. The previous turn of events had left the little angel in a dilemma.

If we were to advance and attack, the scene just now had already vividly illustrated the difference in strength between the two sides. Even though I could attack the other party, the opponent's terrifying regenerative ability was giving the little angel a real headache.

If I retreat, I'm already in this game, and there's no way out. Who knows if I'll be judged a loser if I leave here?

This isn't a game played using a disc, cartridge, or software; there's no option to pause.

"At this point, we have no choice but to go!"

The little angel bit her lip and shuffled backward on the bone floor, clenching her fists and placing them in front of her chest.

"Ding Ding!"