"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.

he strode into the memorial hall while everyone looked, even standing on

most shocked to see Frank

fixedly at Frank, as if

days, and Stanley had even

befit the usual haughty appearance he maintained as an elder of

sprung from his seat too, glaring at Frank in disbelief before turning and

death pill would have

that it was an ancient recipe that had been passed down directly

consumed, it was one less death

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

be dead when you're

tapping his feet

"You. Come."

a propman from the stage, whipping out and passing him the USB stick

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