Chapter 52: Does Beelzebub need muscles? (1)
[Present.]
"Right… our clue to the previous heavenly lineage is the titan race." Beelzebub closed his eyes and hung his head low, feeling tired just from recalling his battle against Candice.
The fat woman had forced him to spend three days in the game world without logging out. Her profound and unique healing prowess strained Beelzebub physically and mentally, sometimes driving him insane. And when hubris took over her, Beelzebub was chucked left and right around the basement like a rag doll.
Every bone of his slender body felt the colossal power of the wingless angel, all coming from her solid fists, elbows, knees, or feet. However, at that time, his magic didn't have feelings, let alone any pain. His determination produced a golden chance which he grasped, luckily winning the fight.
David received the divine potion's recipe and a seemingly permanent party member to take care of.
