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

on, tell me who put

that he was dead inside-it was not like he would suffer divine retribution anyway, so

gods, that meant that reincarnation did not apply either. Death was basically permanent, so he should instead put more effort into his current

not

the spiritron vein, you

have the power of the spiritron vein anyway. His name is Sanne Quess-he's here in Shagan, but where, I

this was a

case, I believe that we've reached a conclusion. But tell me, how many

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

"Fortunately for him, or even I can't say what would happen