The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank smiled, shaking his head. "No, you misunderstand. What I mean is that she's right. The paranormal, your mystical artifact it all works using the same principle: You're all just a little stronger than the average martial artist.

"However, when you're up against the real deal like me, you're relatively weak and easily dealt with."

Baldie was left flabbergasted. "No, no, no... That's impossible! We're not the same as martial artists. None of you stand a chance against us!"

Frank shook his head. "What you're saying is impossible. Your kind is simply more gifted, while martial artists are less, and that's the only reason you're stronger than most martial artists."

Baldie dropped to his knees with a thud, shaking his head repeatedly as there was nothing more that could tear him up inside.

He had always believed that even if he was not divine, he was still an envoy among the mortals like the priests and monks in fiction. Naturally, he was convinced that the day would come when he transcends his mortality or at least reincarnates as a billionaire.

But in the end, he was just a clown.

paranormal was no more than fantasy, as there was neither

put you up to this."

was not like he would suffer divine

either. Death was basically permanent, so

after Baldie told Frank everything, Frank sighed. "They're not in Shagan?

vein, you can leave a specific area, but I

power of the spiritron vein anyway. His name is Sanne Quess-he's

up-he initially thought that this was a

we've reached a conclusion. But tell me, how many innocents have

them, landing in front of Frank as she said, "Don't worry, all he ever did was subdue monsters like the one earlier and

or even I can't say