"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

Elder Fango was the most shocked to see Frank alive and kicking. "That brat

stared fixedly at Frank, as if to pierce Frank with his

was definitely supposed to die in three days, and Stanley had even made a point to show

just then certainly did not befit the usual haughty appearance

too, glaring at Frank in disbelief before turning and seeing the look of concussion on Elder Fango's

death pill would

to mention that it was an ancient recipe that had been passed

was one less death pill

three days, Frank remained perfectly fine, leaving both Stanley and

be dead

his feet

"You. Come."

Frank beckoned at a propman from the stage, whipping out and passing him the USB stick while

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