"Quit being so pessimistic, or I'd really be discouraged."Frank snorted but stood up. "Come on already. I have nothing else to do anyway!""You're the best brat ever!"Sylvie strode up and pecked him on the cheek, smiling cheerfully and unabashedly. "I have a huge reward waiting after we're done."Frank smiled but said nothing, since he knew very well what it was.-Nonetheless, they were in Shanton two hours later, passing the police line and arriving at the dig site soon enough.The dig team had been waiting for a while, their scowls quickly fading as they appeared hopeful to see Frank.Someone exclaimed, "Mr. Frankton's here! This is as good as done, just watch!"Another person promptly snapped, "Are you serious?! Do you think he can keep the hypogeum intact while the load-bearing structures are being set up?"Everyone turned to stare at the youth named Ernest Lane, the son of the construction team's supervisor.He had come to see if there was any work, only to be scared
While Sylvie and Frank continued their conversation, a rustling sound could be heard from a sarcophagus.Instead of getting spooked, Sylvie exclaimed excitedly, "Could it be a zombie? I've never seen one in my years of tomb exploration—I'd die happy if I actually see one!"Frank smiled in wry amusement—was this what a professional archaeologist should be saying?Still, it was understandable since tomb exploration movies were the trend, and being in the business meant Sylvie might be hoping to get in on the action too.Frank then strode up, ready to open the sarcophagus, when he remembered something.Turning to Sylvie, he asked, "Should I open it?"Archaeology was not tomb raiding—one did not simply pry into any oddities, and restoration was priority. They must not destroy anything if possible, which was why Frank would like Sylvie's opinion."Just open it." Sylvie shrugged. "Oddities have to be investigated, or they would terrorize the next guy."Frank chuckled and gently opene
Sylvie and Frank left the chamber and continued onward.The passage seemed to broaden the more they walked, and they were suddenly on top of a cliff!With the light from Frank's ring, Sylvie stared downward at the bottomless abyss."How is this possible?!" she exclaimed in shock. "This makes no sense, considering Shagan's geography!"Frank shrugged. "What's so strange about it? Corpses can stand in here. A cliff is plenty logical."Sylvie laughed at her own blunder. "Makes sense. Nothing is all that shocking when zombies exist."Putting a hand around her waist, Frank vaulted down the abyss, though they soon reached the bottom. Their feet touched the cool waters of a stream, and Sylvie shuddered from the cold.Seeing that, Frank put a hand on her shoulder to infuse her with warmth, quickly putting her at ease.She was certainly overjoyed. "With that power, even exploring Antarctica won't be an issue."Frank remained silent, however, his eyes fixed on a narrow passage just ahe
Red Shirt thought that Sylvie and the rest were agreeable at the prospect of getting rich. As such, he lowered his backpack and unzipped, revealing the gold and gems inside.Unlike antiques, these could be melted and sold for money!"You're crazy!" Sylvie rolled her eyes."Oh, come on!" Red Shirt retorted in annoyance. "You don't have to snap like that!""So what if I do? Even the tomb raiders in movies wouldn't sell the good stuff to foreigners! You people don't have any principles, and that's sickening!"Red Shirt glowered. "Don't bite off more than you can chew, lady!""No, no, no. Please let me have a bite," Sylvie retorted.As the leader of an archaeological team, she naturally thought differently than the gang of tomb raiders. In her mind, artifacts had no monetary value—only historical—and selling them was an utter waste, which was why she despised tomb raiders."You asked for it!"Red Shirt was incensed and whipped out a handgun, training it directly on Sylvie.Sylvie
Frank wanted to demonstrate his strength to Red Shirt just to break his will and make him more willing to answer his questions, only for Red Shirt to turn out to be a coward!Even as Red Shirt yelled in pain, his friends were trading looks, not expecting that their colleague would concede the high ground to Frank!Still, a woman picked up the gun on the ground and aimed it at Frank. "S-Stand back!"Frank smiled instead of showing fear."Open your eyes, people! A man's actually less brave than a woman, and he'd still call himself a man!"As the tomb raiders remained silent, Frank strode toward the woman. "Come on, lady! Shoot me! Don't worry about it!""S-Stop!" The woman was terrified and kept shouting threats at Frank. "Don't move!""Come on, words only mean that much!" Frank gloated. "What do they always say? Face your fears—it's the best way to triumph over it, so give it your best shot!"Sylvie was left giggling as Frank was clearly horsing around despite the tense situatio
Having never met Frank before and unaware of his personality, Red Shirt was genuinely concerned about reprisals.Taking his gun back from the woman, he nudged her. "Apologize already!"However, the woman was petrified and did not move, leaving Red Shirt fuming.He pulled her toward Frank, kowtowing in apology. "We never knew that you're a superior being, and we really meant no offense! Please look the other way this one time!"Frank smiled in wry amusement. "What did you just call me?""A superior being? Or just a god, if you like! I mean, aren't you one? Even bullets can't touch you!"Frank chuckled in exasperation. "Shagan really fell from grace, huh? Ascendant-ranked individuals can handle bullets, let alone a plain handgun like that one. Don't worry—I can be ruthless, but I won't kill a woman. I did goad her into shooting anyway."Red Shirt sighed in relief. "Fair enough…" "Wait!""W-We're innocent too! We never shot you, so just let us go!"The other tomb raiders were
Sylvie certainly could not have told her that the mutant centipedes that were so insignificant to Frank were such horrors to the average person.Meanwhile, the tomb raiders were feeling pessimistic. "W-What about him? He had to be poisoned.""Don't worry. He's not just strong—he's a healer too," Sylvie bragged proudly as if she were Frank himself.Frank smiled in wry amusement but dropped to a crouch and put his hand on Red Shirt's shoulder.Soon, Red Shirt jolted awake, crying out as soon as he did, "I-I'll leave! Please don't kill me, please!"The others quickly assured him, "It's fine, boss!"On the other hand, Frank asked, "What's wrong?"Red Shirt was panting for a while and took a moment to calm down before saying, "I had a nightmare… the man in that sarcophagus before was threatening to eat me!""What?!" The tomb raiders were shocked.They had been exploring tombs for so long that none of them believed in the paranormal.However, there was something different about thi
The tomb raiders' eyes lit up. "Like… X-ray vision?" Sylvie shrugged. "Probably. Ask him!"However, none of the tomb raiders said a word since they were afraid to mess with Frank.After a brief silence, the woman who had tried to shoot Frank earlier asked, "Can you predict the future?"Sylvie giggled in amusement. "You were just trying to kill him, and you're not scared of him already?""Actually, I was horrified." The woman flashed a weary smile. "But I'm now getting the feeling he's a good man! That alone sets him above the rest, present company included."She was being honest too—her colleagues were ready to let Frank have her just because they were worried Frank would lash out in resentment.Frank was certainly a real gentleman in comparison!"Actually, I don't have X-ray vision…"That was when Frank chuckled and pointed down the passage. "But I can sense what most people can't."Everyone turned to find little bright orbs shining in the darkness, with more appearing one