"Let's do this!"
Stewart swung his staff, casting a shroud of black light over Orson and the little lamb.
Cursed Heal -13,000!
Cursed Heal -15,000!
Cursed Overload -35,000!
...
"Huh? Why isn't your HP going down?"
Stewart blinked in confusion—after tens of thousands in cursed healing, Orson's health bar remained virtually untouched.
"You're not gonna drain it. Focus on the others." Orson smiled calmly.
Now even more baffled, Stewart frowned. Even with someone like Money Traveler who had over 600,000 HP, he could usually bring their health down before running out of mana—and apply a +130% all-attributes buff in the process.
"How much HP does this guy even have?"
Madman stared at Orson's health bar in disbelief. Stewart barely chipped it—then it bounced right back.
"Seriously, I can't touch it. Don't look at me."
Orson sighed and briefly flashed his health stat.
It was only a second, but it was enough to freeze everyone's brains.
