Wu Pifu, carrying three pendants, walked alongside the Golden Tree, heading toward the wooden boat.
Along the way, he relayed the information he had learned from his battle with the Golden Skeleton to Beelzebub.
“Ah!? I’m this awesome!? Great Sage Beelzebub… prophecies! Great Sage too! Wu Pifu, did you hear that!?” The giant fly rubbed its hands excitedly and flew right up to Wu Pifu’s face, practically shouting into his ear.
Wu Pifu flicked his hand, and the giant fly flew up—then, caught by some unseen force, it bounced right back to Wu Pifu’s waist.
Beelzebub felt dizzy and furious.
She roared, “When I regain my true power, I’ll turn you into a marble and flick you every day!!”
Wu Pifu shrugged indifferently, “Alright, alright.”
Beelzebub gritted her teeth for a long moment, feeling let down by her own outburst, then muttered resentfully, “Anyway, sooner or later you’ll suffer losses because you talk too little and have such a rough personality... Now, to get down to business, this isn’t all there is to the Lost Pollution Body!”
“Hmm, I know.”
Wu Pifu was still thinking about the sounds emitted by the mainframe earlier: “Victory over Lost Pollution Body (Incomplete), judging… judgment complete, score awarded: 860,000 points...”