"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.

into the memorial hall while everyone looked, even standing on top of the crystal casket

all of them, Elder Fango was the most shocked to see Frank alive and kicking. "That brat is

at Frank, as if to

thing-Frank was definitely supposed to die in three days, and

the usual haughty appearance he maintained as an elder of the Martial Alliance.

disbelief before turning and seeing the look of

would have been

that it was an ancient recipe that had been

it was one less death pill in

yet, even after three days, Frank remained perfectly fine, leaving

be

chuckled in turn, still tapping his feet all over the crystal

"You. Come."

and passing him the USB stick while asking calmly,

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