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[26th Round] The Power of Love!

[Guide: 90th Floor Boss]

[Author: Satan]

[I am writing this guide on the 99th floor of the Demon Lord’s Tower. The boss of the 90th floor is the legendary Hero who fell victim to the curse and is about to become the new Demon Lord. He has a racial characteristic that allows him to steal the knowledge and experience of his slain target. Therefore, it is imperative that the Hero battles him in a one-on-one situation. During my attempt to overwhelm him with numbers, I lost all 80 of my companions. He has 4 phases: Normal Human Form, Formidable Wings Form, Dragonian Transformation, And Berserker. Don’t forget that the 90th Floor Boss easily defeated the 70th Floor Boss, the former Demon Lord Pedonar. Hence, on the 70th floor alone, you’d be able to roughly estimate his combat power and how you’d fare against him. This concludes my guide. I wish you luck.]

“Why didn’t you disclose the information Green Cake gave you?”

“Only I should know about that secret. I think this is what my friend would’ve wanted.”

“Hmm~”

“… Is there any problem with this, Eve?”

“No. As you’ve probably already noticed on the 90th floor, I am an observer. I am not going to interfere with your decisions during your adventure.”

“This time, I’m really on my own, then. Wait.”

Satan stopped in front of the boss room’s door and took his mollanphone out of his pocket.

I was already prepared to rise from my throne to welcome the Hero.

What was he doing still standing around outside?

⤷ Satan: I am now on the 100th floor, preparing to challenge Demon Lord Parmamon. If I succeed, I will no longer be able to publish a guide to fight him, but if I fail, I will definitely write about my experience.

⤷ Allah: Yes, get out of here already ^^

⤷ Zeus: Well, we’ll see.

⤷ Odin: See you soon.

⤷ Luke: Thanks for the 90th-floor guide, Senior Satan!

⤷ Piko: May Mollan’s patronage be with you.

⤷ Ophion: I usually just read the comments, but I decided to write for the first time. Thank you very much for the tips and tricks you posted. You will definitely succeed.

⤷ Amon: I wanted to be the first to reach the 100th floor, but it seems I was too late. Why did you disclose the boss’s information, Satan? This is frustrating.

⤷ Ishida: Ignore all of that secondary education student’s nonsense. It’s thanks to you that we can now reach the 80th floor, senior.

⤷ Luna: You can’t argue against facts, Student Council President.

…

The mollanphone community grew noisy.

First challenger.

It was definitely one of the greatest achievements out there.

We limited the message frequency for each student, but even so, the chat window still scrolled 38 times faster than usual. That made it difficult to keep track of all the comments.

That aside…

“Wah.”

Sidael was especially loud today.

Although he never stopped growing up like Captain Fantasy, Sidael still grew much slower than normal children. He still hadn’t come off my wife’s breasts.

“Sid, do you want to play with your aunt?”

“Wah? Whoa!”

“Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!”

The wretched spirit wanted the baby to play with her, but my child was busy absorbing her mother’s milk.

Looking at Ssosiel feeding our son, I asked, “Aren’t you going to hide?”

“I wanted to see the first challenger up close, but unfortunately, Sid is hungry again.”

“Hurry up and hide already.”

“Before I do, I want to clarify something. The 100th floor is just an extra challenge. Defeating the 90th-floor boss is enough for the student to guarantee they’d graduate.”

“How did you come up with that idea?”

“Defeating Demon Lord Pedonar on the 70th floor and fighting with their own clones on the 80th floor normally would be enough for the students to qualify for graduation, but due to the mollanphones’ proliferation, recruiting companions have become extremely easy. That’s why I added another boss on the 90th floor. For the final test, I chose my husband, who specializes in breaking the power of friendship.”

“You’re taking full advantage of me, huh?”

Husband, companion, middle boss, and final boss.

I wonder who else I’d be.

“The only person I can trust and rely on is my husband.”

“… Yeah, yeah. Go hide already.”

“Hmph.”

Pop!

Left alone on the 100th floor of the tower, I waited for the front door to open.

Bam…

Soon enough, Hero Satan and Disco entered the room.

I had already grown tired of their faces during the 19 years I pretended to be Adam.

They were still the same people, but the fact that we were now enemies was enough to make me feel new sensations.

I delivered the speech I prepared.

“You’ve come far, Hero of the new generation! I greet you and accept your challenge with every fiber of my being!”

“…”

“Don’t you want to introduce yourself? If you’d rather die as quickly as possible, however, then you don’t have to.”

“I apologize. My name is Satan. I became a hero to save my home planet from a mad god.”

… He was being unusually polite.

I wanted to ask why he was so calm, but I couldn’t, considering this was our first meeting.

Was it because of my stats?

▶ Race: Perfect Deity

▷ Level: 1

▶ Job: Ascended (Hero = Demon Lord)

▶ Skills: Nature GGG, Divinity G, Dark Energy G, Time G, Space G, Darkness G, Light G, Incitement MAX, Fabrication MAX, Earthquake MAX, Volcanic Eruption MAX, Storm MAX, Tsunami MAX, Madness MAX, Extortion MAX, Intimidation MAX, Chaos MAX, Destruction MAX, Oblivion MAX, Strength MAX, Fortitude MAX, Endurance MAX, Parenting MAX…

▶ Status: Good

Nature, which reflected my divine power that supported Fantasy, had actually surpassed GGG rank.

And my skills below G-rank were given to me by my cowardly wife to match my role as the Demon Lord.

But they didn’t mean much.

Skill efficiency was extremely low at level 1, after all.

However, if my opponent brought many companions with them, this would’ve been an entirely different story. After all, if at least one of them died, I would gain a large amount of experience, which would ultimately cause my level to rise sharply.

In other words, one shouldn’t use the power of friendship against me.

This was similar to the 90th floor.

“You deserve to be credited just for going this far, Hero Satan. If you have anything to say, then I am ready to listen, be it a will, profanity, or libel.”

My words were genuine.

I wanted to know what the man who reached the last stage of his course after losing all of his companions had to say to me.

… What I heard wasn’t what I expected, though.

Taking a deep breath, Satan shouted, “Demon Lord Parmamon! Is it true that Green Cake is your child?!”

“Yes.”

He went from a food reserve to an adopted child.

As far as I was concerned, he was a truly magnificent dragon.

Why did he ask me that?

“I love Green Cake!”

“… What?”

“I love Green Cake!”

“I heard you the first time, Hero Satan, but you are a male of the human race, and Green Cake is a dragon.

I could have been more direct.

My child followed Satan for 19 years in the guise of a “muscular man.”

He didn’t actively partake in combat, so he later assumed the role of a scout, but in the early days of their travels, he served as a tank.

And he loved him?

“I know, but still! I love Green Cake!”

“…”

What was I supposed to say to that?

I had prepared answers to many possible questions, but this was beyond my expectations.

For the past 19 years, he behaved like a eunuch, shutting himself off from any romantic relationship.

And now, his attitude towards love made a 180-degree turn.

I could also vaguely remember that his wife was waiting for him on his home planet.

Satan continued.

“I always thought I’d confine myself to the limitations of companionship. After all, I have a wife back home, and any connection I have in this world will be severed as soon as I leave. Hence, I stayed away from all relationships.”

“… And now?”

“My heart was captured. When I saw that kind look, had the privilege of learning an important secret, and was blessed with a continued destiny… I could think of nothing else.”

“Calm down, Hero Satan. That’s just a temporary obsession.”

What was wrong with him?

What was up with this strange development of events?

“I thought the system determined Green Cake’s gender and appearance according to the taste of the Hero, but as soon as I found out your child was a dragon, my heart raced!”

“Well, dragons are androgynous…”

“I love Green Cake, so I don’t want it to end like this. If you really are its father, you should know how to find the key to its heart…”

“Is that what you desire to ask of me?”

“I understand the seriousness of this issue. I will become a man worthy of… Kh?!”

“Enough chatter.”

I didn’t want to hear any more of it.

I originally planned to talk to the Hero for as long as he wanted, but that desire of mine swiftly evaporated when our topic changed to romantic fantasy.

Satan, with his jaw dislocated, struggled to his feet.

“Kh! I won’t give up!”

“Don’t decide everything on your own. This applies not only to you but also to my child.”

“Ah!”

“If you are a real hero, try to at least scratch me, the Demon Lord, first. I refuse to waste my time on weaklings.”

“… Okay.”

“Don’t hesitate! Come at me, Hero Satan! I will test your will!”

“Aaagghhh!”

*****

▷ Was your adventure exciting, Dear Hero?

Satan had fallen, which was a natural result.

Anyone who couldn’t overcome the stripped-down version of “me” had no chance of defeating the perfect “me.”

But still…

▷ The path of a true hero is indeed perilous. However, many relationships supported you through your journey, and you did not lose hope or lose track of your goal. You grew and learned of friendship and love. In the end, you even encountered and fought against the Demon Lord. Please accept our sincere congratulations!

▷ Let’s take a look at your grades.

As my cowardly wife had said, Satan’s graduation was already certain.

The actual final boss was located on the 90th floor of the Demon Lord’s Tower. I was just an additional boss waiting on the 100th floor for those who wished to test their maximum capabilities.

… Maybe this whole system was too sloppy.

Anyone who Green Cake liked could graduate?

Anyway…

▷ Please check your report card thoroughly!

▷ Name: Satan

▷ Combat power: A+

▷ Achievements: SS

▷ Reputation: MAX

▷ Personality: SS +

▷ Note: Green Cake’s biggest weakness is his desire for his father’s praises. Good luck.

… This was a flawless result.

However, Ssosiel added some useless nonsense in the footnote.

▷ You passed the test.

After all, he was going home now.

▷ Congratulations on your graduation.

▷ Certificate: This document hereby certifies that the aforementioned student went on an adventure and executed heroic and righteous deeds of his own free will throughout his life in Fantasy. In addition, he became a role model among its local inhabitants by ceaselessly caring for his companions. Henceforth, the aforementioned student is designated as an SS-rank Hero. We sincerely congratulate you!

The world of Fantasy, which was rendered useless after Satan’s graduation, also collapsed.

Only Disco remained.

“What an unexpected turn of events. He even rejected my offer to the very end despite working for Mollansoft being the dream of all the inhabitants of the universe.”

“So, what’s your assessment?”

“… Satan’s decision to give up his job and stay in school is disappointing, but personal feelings are irrelevant in this inspection. Based on student Satan’s performance alone, I’d give the Fantasy Institution the highest grade. However, the first two students spoiled the overall result.”

“Oh, exactly!”

Graduates had two options.

Either return to their native places or continue their studies, transferring to the course above.

Satan graduated from the tertiary education course, however, which was the highest course. Hence, he could no longer enroll himself back in.

But he could still stay in school by becoming a “trainee,” a path he chose without hesitation…

Didn’t he say he wanted to save his home planet?

“Adam… Oh! I’ve grown too accustomed to that name. Unlike Sieg’s case, watching Satan didn’t tire me at all. I was hoping we can make good use of this time, sir Demon Lord.”

“How?”

“Um… it wasn’t really my intention, but somehow we came across male students three times in a row. I would like to take a look at the girls’ performances too.”

Pop!

Just as Disco was about to talk about “random choice,” Ssosiel appeared, holding our sleeping son in her arms.

“Inspector Distoria, the Festival of Heroes, the pride of our school, has begun. Would you like to take a look at it?”