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.

that was paranormal was no more than fantasy, as there was neither

tell me who put you

had nothing to hide now that he was dead inside-it was not like he would suffer divine retribution anyway, so what was

did not apply either. Death

not in Shagan? Shame... I could've killed them

vein, you can leave a specific area, but

of the spiritron vein anyway. His name is Sanne Quess-he's here in Shagan, but where, I do not know. You'd have to

eyes lit up-he initially thought that this was a

a conclusion. But tell me,

did was subdue monsters like the one earlier

nodded. "Fortunately for him, or even I can't say what would happen to him soon.