In a situation with such a vast disparity in strength, even if Beelzebub had been highly motivated, he could only extinguish his fighting spirit.
Andrew was truly powerful now. Even without using other methods to become a temporary Skyfather, he was still strong enough to inspire despair. He was no longer far from becoming the true King of Abilities.
"I don't drink tea. I only drink juice."
Beelzebub shouted. This was his final dignity. He would never surrender; he simply wanted juice. Beelzebub was, after all, an aristocrat.
"Then have some juice. Freshly squeezed lemon juice."
Andrew smiled faintly and canceled gravity. Beelzebub flew up uncontrollably. Then, the ground rapidly returned to normal, while the tables and chairs in the palace flew over and swiftly arranged themselves.
That was not all. With a wave of Andrew's hand, large amounts of lemon juice appeared on the table out of thin air, the unsweetened kind. Then, he made an inviting gesture.
"Lemon juice?"
Beelzebub looked disgusted, yet he did not dare refuse Andrew. He could only sit down in a chair. Then, he waved for all the demons to leave, lest they witness his humiliating state. Otherwise, he could only...
Uh, he could not kill them. There were only around a hundred demons in total. If he killed them all, he would have no subordinates left to use—though he had more than a hundred demons under him, only these hundred or so had relatively strong combat power. The rest were merely ordinary demons.
"I really am miserable!"
Beelzebub sighed and asked unwillingly, "Who exactly are you? Why are you so powerful? And why have I never heard of you before?"
"I'm not from this world. I'm from beyond this world."
Andrew answered frankly, "So I want to know what exactly is going