The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank smiled, shaking his head. "No, you misunderstand. What I mean is that she's right. The paranormal, your mystical artifact it all works using the same principle: You're all just a little stronger than the average martial artist.

"However, when you're up against the real deal like me, you're relatively weak and easily dealt with."

Baldie was left flabbergasted. "No, no, no... That's impossible! We're not the same as martial artists. None of you stand a chance against us!"

Frank shook his head. "What you're saying is impossible. Your kind is simply more gifted, while martial artists are less, and that's the only reason you're stronger than most martial artists."

Baldie dropped to his knees with a thud, shaking his head repeatedly as there was nothing more that could tear him up inside.

He had always believed that even if he was not divine, he was still an envoy among the mortals like the priests and monks in fiction. Naturally, he was convinced that the day would come when he transcends his mortality or at least reincarnates as a billionaire.

But in the end, he was just a clown.

Transcendence and the like were nonexistent, let alone reincarnation. All that was paranormal was no more than fantasy, as there was neither divine or haunting!

"Go on, tell me who put you up to this." Frank chuckled.

Baldie had nothing to hide now that he was dead inside-it was not like he would suffer divine retribution anyway, so what was stopping him?

And without the existence of gods, that meant that reincarnation did not apply either. Death was basically permanent, so he should instead put more effort into his current life.

Eventually, after Baldie told Frank everything, Frank sighed. "They're not in Shagan? Shame... I could've killed them myself otherwise."

Baldie nodded. "Like everyone else who gained the power of the spiritron vein, you can leave a specific area, but I might be of help.

"I heard there's a gimmick that could help with that. I don't know the details, and I didn't ask since I don't have the power of the spiritron vein anyway. His name is Sanne Quess-he's here in Shagan, but where, I do not know. You'd have to

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find out for yourself."

Frank's eyes lit up-he initially thought that this was a pointless trip, but he had struck gold instead.noveldrama

"In that case, I believe that we've reached a conclusion. But tell me, how many innocents have you killed?"

Before Baldie could speak, the

beggar airwalked toward them,

landing in front of Frank as she said,

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"Don't worry, all he ever did was subdue monsters like the one earlier and fantasize a lot. Since the monsters are a different existence from humans, that meant he did not hurt anyone."

Frank nodded. "Fortunately for him, or even I can't say what would happen to him soon. Now, go!"

"What?!"

Confusion showed all over Baldie's face. "Are you saying you're not going to kill me?"

Frank smiled wryly. "Isn't that obvious? If anything, you've helped me out a bunch, so I definitely shouldn't. And you're not evil, so why should I risk my reputation?"

Baldie was immediately

interested—and here he thought like the legitimate sects, Frank's morality was black-and-white. He was

therefore surprised that the man was more unique than he had expected.

Frank raised a brow as Baldie did not move. "You should go. Linger too long, and he might notice and come for you. I won't be able to stop him when that happens."

Baldie sighed and bowed his head at Frank. "May our paths cross again in the future! And I swear to correct my ways and to do more good."

Frank chuckled. "That's your business, not mine. Just don't hurt others."