Having never met Frank before and unaware of his personality, Red Shirt was genuinely concerned about reprisals.

Taking his gun back from the woman, he nudged her. "Apologize already!"

However, the woman was petrified and did not move, leaving Red Shirt fuming.

He pulled her toward Frank, kowtowing in apology. "We never knew that you're a superior being, and we really meant no offense! Please look the other way this one time!"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "What did you just call me?"

"A superior being? Or just a god, if you like! I mean, aren't you one? Even bullets can't touch you!"

Frank chuckled in exasperation. "Shagan really fell from grace, huh? Ascendant- ranked individuals can handle bullets, let alone a plain handgun like that one. Don't worry I can be ruthless, but I won't kill a woman. I did goad her into shooting anyway."

Red Shirt sighed in relief. "Fair enough..."

"Wait!"

innocent too! We never shot you, so

tomb raiders were on their knees too, terrified that Frank

"I'm not a bloodthirsty maniac, and I can see reason.

terrified that Frank

know the

promptly beckoned for his colleagues

other burial chambers, but there was nothing special

other reason, the tomb raiders were starting to feel tired as they trudged on for

mind was not superior over the body—especially when these people

not survive the physical tolket Hence, as they continued, Red Shirt's eyes rolled up, and he dropped down to the

that he only kept quiet

and get some rest.

some resting while others

so they shook him a little and force fed him some water, but he

seemed to squirm, and they opened it to find that it was crawling

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