"That's right. I don't die that easily!"

A voice boomed, and a towering figure opened the thirty-foot tall doors of the memorial hall as he strode in. Naturally, it was none other than Frank, who had rushed to the memorial hall from the slums of South Zamri. "Huh?!" "What?!"

Everyone watched in astonishment as Frank strode down the center of the hall toward the crystal casket at the center.

His cheeks were flushed, his expression nonchalant. He definitely looked sharp in his suit on top of that-a far cry from his miserable self just a few days ago. Smirking, he strode atop the crystal coffin with a faint smile as he looked around at the guests gaping at him.

"H-He's not dead?!"

"Is he starting an uprising here?!"

"The insolence!"

His pompousness certainly left the hall in an uproar.

everyone looked, even

Elder Fango was the most shocked

as if to pierce Frank with his

in three days, and Stanley had

Elder Fango's face just then certainly did not befit the usual haughty appearance he maintained as an elder

in disbelief before turning and

would have

was an ancient recipe that had been passed down directly between members of the Martial Alliance.

it was one less death

even after three days, Frank remained perfectly fine, leaving

would I be dead

in turn, still tapping his feet all

"You. Come."

the USB stick while asking calmly, "You can play a video file

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