The former demon king, who was out of the Cathedral, had pain aching through all his body. This was so much pain that he couldn't comprehend what was happening to him before a liquid started to pour into his mouth. It was sour, a little bitter, almost a metallic taste. It was dripping in his mouth, drop by drop. He didn't like it, but it was feeling good.
It was the healing potion Lucifer was feeding him. This was a very concentrated potion, which was worth several hundred coins per piece when he was in the game. But he fed it to such a beggar because he wanted to do much worse to him rather than let him die in a single punch.
Asmodeus, now completely healed, once again stood up and looked around. Although he was treated, losing all the organs and growing them back took a toll on him. His brain was all fuzzy, and he couldn't make sense of what was happening to him before he found something rubbing against him.
