Ever since everyone had changed classes to become demons, Radeus's nightmare had begun.
The reason was simple: everyone had just gained new abilities, their hands were itching, and they wanted someone to practice on. And the only punching bag present who could take a beating without anything going wrong was him.
After all, Limitless was just too useful!
Slashes or magic, nothing could so much as scratch his skin. A living target like this was impossible to find, so everyone tacitly reached an agreement.
Practice! Practice him to death! It wasn't as though they could break him.
And even if they did, the punching bag could recover on his own!
"Stop it!"
At the seaside training ground, after seven whole days of torment, Radeus finally snapped and threw back his head with an agonized roar.
"What, Radeus? Giving up already?"
Eris lowered her sword, casually rested it on her shoulder, and shot a sidelong glance at the person slumped on the ground, undisguised provocation curling her lips.
"A man can never say he can't keep going!!!"
Radeus's blood instantly fired up, and he tried to kip up... but didn't make it.
His newly ignited fighting spirit lasted all of three seconds before his soul, numb with exhaustion, coldly informed him: stop messing around. Keep burning, and you'll vanish on the spot.
After getting their new abilities, these people had truly stopped acting human.
They took turns, one stepping in as soon as another finished, training from morning until night without a break. Sometimes, when all three got excited, they would even surround him together for a righteous three-on-one.
At first, Radeus had been pretty interested too.
Especially against Eris and Rujierd, it was pure noob-stomping. With Limitless activated, they couldn't touch even the hem of his clothes no matter what