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.

were nonexistent, let alone reincarnation. All that was paranormal was no more than fantasy, as

who put you

had nothing to hide now that he was dead inside-it was not like he would suffer divine

Death was

"They're not in Shagan? Shame... I could've killed

gained the power of the spiritron vein,

gimmick that could help with that. I don't know the details, and I didn't ask since I don't have the power of the spiritron vein

that this was a pointless trip, but he had struck gold

case, I believe that we've reached a conclusion.

speak, the beggar airwalked toward them, landing in front of Frank as she said, "Don't worry, all he ever did was subdue monsters like the one earlier and fantasize a lot. Since the monsters are a different existence from humans, that meant he

him, or even I can't say what would happen to him soon.