The feminine voice changed her angle right then. "I would still insist that there's too much unknown about this energy we're testing. There's no telling how we're supposed to apply it optimally… but there's only a small chance that the limitations wouldn't apply."That was where the video ended, and the contents certainly matched what Frank had encountered this far.That elderly voice was most likely the geezer whom he had encountered in the backroom of Torchwood. As for the energy they were referring to, it was most definitely the power obtained by the hero depicted in that tomb—the energy of the spiritron vein.That certainly explained how the hero's armies disappeared—as the feminine voice suggested, that energy bound them despite its abundance. Once claimed, the individual would definitely be killed if they left Shagan.And since the power could be granted to others, that geezer must have granted it to others!However, that begged a bigger question—since that geezer was alread
Frank received a call from Lara on the way back. "Mr. Frankton? I have news for you—that person headed to an abandoned textile factory in the suburbs. I'll send you the address!"Frank's eyes lit up, and he promptly turned the Range Rover and headed to the suburbs.An hour later, he stopped outside the textile factory and alighted.He felt the unusual energy swirling as soon as he set foot there but headed into the factory without hesitation.A person appeared as soon as he strode through the gate, his back hunched and dressed just like a beggar as he leaned on a wooden cane.He studied Frank from head to toe and sighed. "Shame about that pretty face."Suddenly, he was right in front of Frank, swinging his cane straight at Frank's head.Frank sidestepped it and launched a kick at his left shoulder in retaliation, sending him flying into the dormitory straight ahead with a bang!The deafening crash drew everyone's attention, and everyone was stunned to see a youth standing right
Sally continued, "Then, by sheer coincidence, I also found that tomb under that barren ground and gathered some valuable information through the ring.""The part that was vandalized?" Frank asked.Sally nodded. "I guess you've been there too! That said, I wouldn't know anymore than you do—I only vandalized a small portion, while the rest were vandalized centuries ago."I treated the ring like a toy as you did and wasn't particularly worried, until I triggered its power when I was examining some artifacts in a chemistry lab. Since then, I devoted all my efforts into studying the ring, while also gaining the financial backing of that geezer you murdered. His name was Machi Godot, by the way—rich, but the jobless type."Anyway, we uncovered a method to create new superhumans through experimenting. We managed to circumvent the limitations of the new energy we were harnessing, so that some of the superhumans could even leave this region to a certain distance… But we ran into a problem a
Sally did not take the ring and instead took off her jacket, baring her left shoulder.Although Frank was afforded a glimpse, he had no intention of ogling—instead, he was staring at the tattoo of a dragon head on Sally's shoulder."It's a terrible curse!" she exclaimed. "Everytime I felt sick and went to the hospital to check, every type of terminal symptom seemed to happen all at once—tumor growth, organ failure, everything!"Worst of all, by the next visit, all the old symptoms will be gone, replaced by new symptoms!"Frank understood right then. "So you're suggesting that the spiritron vein is torturing you to death!"Sally flashed a pained smile, nodding. "That's why I have to help you if I don't want that, not to mention that it helps my research. It doesn't matter if you doubt me—I'm already on death's door!"Frank naturally believed her—how else would a farmgirl suddenly turn into the kingpin of Shagan, doing anything she liked?Nonetheless, Sally led Frank to the wooden
"You're not leaving?"Frank was not sure if he should laugh or cry, seeing that Sylvie was staying put.Sylvie shrugged. "Why would I? Now give me your phone. I'm applying for leave." "So you two know each other?" Alda asked as she sat beside Frank.Sylvie giggled. "Oh, we go far beyond knowing!"Alda always had an accurate six sense and soon guessed the connection. Still, it was normal for men to fool around, so she was not concerned."Well, since we have nothing to do, let's play poker!" Sylvie then suggested."Huh?!" Alda flushed right then."I mean actual poker! What are you thinking?" Sylvie smiled at Alda, surprised that the maiden was so knowledgeable despite her naive appearance."N-Nothing!" Alda quickly said.However, they played for over an hour and got bored, so they went out for a stroll.At the foot of the hill, they met an old man who was heading up the hill to pick fruits and other herbs.He immediately ran up to the trio, asking, "Is that villa yours? It
"Well, things are different now!" the old man exclaimed. "The north end is the same old, but the south is totally different now! Hell, they built a villa right out of the hill's body—it's really amazing!"On top of that, there's a tiger prowling there, and it stood over three feet tall!"Even if he painted such a vivid picture, everyone around him remained skeptical.However, it was still a tale to tell for the villagers, and the geezers who heard it were all telling their families about it.Eventually, the youths in the village gathered that night and left the village as they headed to the southern side of the hill, led by a big man in his twenties."The old man wasn't lying. That's a grand villa!""Let's take photos. We have to show it to everyone—the life of the rich is something we can't imagine!""Why don't we just check it out? There's no one else around anyway, and we'd live comfortably for the rest of our lives if we find anything good!"The group quickly split into two
"Just you wait. This isn't over yet!" Scar bellowed as he struggled to his feet and ran with his thugs down the hill.Sylvie simply laughed as she yelled after them, "I'm waiting right here! Don't go back on your word now!"-Beneath the hill, Scar ran up to a big man, exclaiming, "Ifor! Someone up there beat us up. Do what you will!"Ifor Stam chuckled coolly. "You deserved it. Who would attack you if we weren't stealing their stuff?"Scar was incensed. "You want to get hit, huh?!"Ifor snorted, undaunted. "I'm not afraid of you like the others are—or have you forgotten how you got that scar? You keep bragging that you got that from another man, when in reality, you're so weak that you can't even cut poultry and hurt yourself!"Everyone was taken aback and soon laughed themselves silly.Scar was naturally even more furious, being exposed and belittled on top of that. "It's not just us—those people will brag about beating our village! And what, you're now a migrant or something
Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!"Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank.In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them."I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid."Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!""Quit spacing out. Let's leave already."Ifor was ready to turn and get away, only to find several wolves standing on the path, led by a gigantic tiger!"What the hell…?"Ifor and the others were shocked.This was no movie, and tigers were highly territorial—why would they allow a pack predator to prowl around its turf?Other predators such as lions and bears were appearing behind Frank too—basically anything that should not show up here!It was just so strange!"W-What should we do?"Scar and the others turned to Ifor—