On top of that, while the middle-aged man could not even switch lanes, the car somehow would avoid any potential collisions on its own!Blanching, the middle-aged man turned behind to look at Frank.That should not be it—he was napping, so how could he be doing anything?Even if he was pretending to sleep, there was no way he had such superpowers!In the heat of the moment, the middle-aged man presumed it was some sort of self-navigation function of the car that the salesman did not tell him about. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the emergency brake… which amusingly did nothing.The middle-aged man lost all composure right then and was about to reach for his phone to call for help when an eerie voice spoke beside his ears, saying, "Don't bother. Drive."Stunned, the middle-aged man turned to look behind… but Frank was still napping!Was he protected by some sort of divine being?Considering that Frank possessed strength that belied his physique and how his goons lost their guns
Suddenly, a lightning bolt flashed right before the middle-aged man's eyes, burning the words 'Death to the Wicked' on the ground!Shocked, the middle-aged man looked up to the skies as it rumbled and realized just then he was going to die!"But he said he's sparing me… Why not you? You can't do this…"Another lightning bolt flashed, followed by the resounding boom thunder, while the middle-aged man was already reduced to ashes!The pedestrians promptly took their phones out to take a photo when they saw, with some eagle-eyed ones seeing the writing on the ground."Holy shit! How vile was that man to have incurred divine retribution?!"While they were skeptical about the supernatural, the fact that a lightning bolt struck down a man and left a warning in writing was solid proof otherwise.Frank was far inside the apartment complex but smiled faintly when he heard them.It was an experiment to see if he could break these people, but it was clear that they were afraid, even if he
As it turned out, it was not just the beefcakes who could do the good cop, bad cop routine—Mr. Corvan had told his son to step up when the time was right."What? We just want things to stay the way they are," the leading beefcake retorted. "Why else would we be here?"Corvan Jr. snorted in annoyance. "You'd all be dead if not for my dad. So why are you so stubborn? People would laugh at you, y'know?"The beefcakes laughed at his words."Come on, man. Are you really putting the moves on us?""We barely earn more than the two grand we are being offered now. Every single one of us has gotten injured for the company, and there's no question that we contributed.""But now, your papi is trying to kick us to the curb just because we messed up one job, and you have the cheek to threaten us!"Unable to trick them, Corvan Jr. gave up all pretenses and punched the steel door beside him, shattering it!Everyone flinched—Corvan Jr. appeared unassuming, so it was shocking that he had such st
After all, none of them would abide with the Corvans' good cop, bad cop routine!It was simply easier to be blunt with the geezer and show him that they were not to be pushed around!Still, Corvan Jr. demanded, "How could you do this?! People would talk, and you'd be scorned!"The beefcakes laughed despite their rage. "That cheek of yours! You and your papa were just demanding that we kneel, and now you're calling foul because the tables have turned?! You and your papa are both heinous bitches!"Corvan Jr. clenched his fists and growled right then, "I dare you to say that again!"However, the beefcakes knew Frank was stronger and were therefore not afraid, even laughing. "If you say so, so listen closely: You and your papa are both heinous bitches!"Losing himself to rage, Corvan Jr. started charging at the beefcakes, only to trip over something invisible and fall flat the next instant.He was naturally shocked—he was a martial artist. Hell, even if he was not, he should not hav
However, since the beefcakes had never done anything to hurt anybody, their conscience was clear, and strength returned into their limbs.The beefcake even bellowed, "What? Aren't you going to do as the god commands? Are you perhaps courting death?"His words were certainly the last straw that broke the camel's back.Despite Corvan Jr.'s doubt for the supernatural, he felt that a certain supernatural force was at work right then."Just call it off!" he cried. "I promise to serve you well!"However, that eerie voice from earlier boomed, "I don't need your servitude, only your death!"The echoes of the voice reverberated in the room, and Mr. Corvan dropped to his knees in terror. Having committed as many atrocities as he did, he panicked right away, kowtowing as he begged, "Sorry! I'm so sorry… Just let me go, and I'll do anything for you! Please leave!""Fine—then die!""Huh?!" Mr. Corvan was stunned.This could not be the case! Should divine beings not be magnanimous toward
Jada was perplexed. "You're so powerful that you could claim yourself to be the strongest, yet you're still being so humble?"Frank chuckled. "Claiming to be the strongest is no issue, but why hoard accolades? When I was younger, I never understood why the best warriors in fiction were so humble, but I've come to understand that strength and reputation are two different things."No matter how strong you are, your reputation will be bad if it's bad. Or what, are you going to regulate what people say?"Jada nodded in agreement.Strength did not need acknowledgement, and there was no killing ideas, especially if they were right, let alone being petty."In that case, being the strongest is more difficult than being a peasant." Jada chuckled. "Peasants can run their mouths as they like, while the strongest need to watch their own behavior."Frank thought about it. "Well, that's not all there is to it. I can enjoy things others can't.""Like priestesses." Jada promptly grinned.Frank
Shocked, Crewcut exclaimed, "Who the hell are you?"Frank ignored him and repeated, "Who told you about Mr. Corvan?"Crewcut smirked. "His neighbors, of course. They're spouting nonsense about some supernatural being abusing the good name of the divines for atrocities. You really deserve death!"Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry. "If you're willing to come all the way here just for a rumor, why can't you make an effort to find out what the so-called victims had done instead?"Crewcut snorted. "Why? If your cause is just, you wouldn't kill them and not even leave a corpse on top of that!"Knowing that he would not get through to Crewcut, Frank called up Toto, who owned the homestay cottage.Toto was naturally prepared, having gathered legal evidence such as call records and other proof of Mr. Corvan's crimes for court usage if necessary. It included and was not limited to how he drove people over the brink, and there was no denying the sheer insidious nature of the man.
Crewcut sighed. "There are too few men like you. Many have the power but refuse to do good."Frank nodded and threw him a business card. "Just call me if you're in trouble.""Thank you!" Crewcut bowed at him and turned to leave.After he was gone, Moxxi snorted. "Are you just going to let him leave, chief? He was ready to kill you!""So what?" Frank chuckled. "No one can be a saint, but killing for the sake of it is an absolute no-no. People can be annoying, but know when to spare them. Never distort your world view just because you've gained power or fail to discern morality."Moxxi nodded wryly—she would not want to admit it, but Frank was right.Crewcut had been an annoyance, but he did not deserve to die yet. She was just being petty.-Early next morning, Frank was watching TV when his phone rang, and he saw that it was a number he did not recognize.Somehow, he had the feeling that it was Crewcut—people like him simply made too many enemies. This was exactly a case in
With Frank's super-senses, anything he could not detect would most probably not come up in Yancy's scanners.With that in mind, she decided not to bother—they were all going to die eventually anyway, so what was there to fear?Moreover, it was the truth that Frank was so strong he would not lose to anyone.-The next morning, as Yancy woke up, she rubbed her eyes and called out Frank's name.There was no response.Terrified, she promptly got outside, but saw Frank simply standing there, staring coolly up in the skies.Yancy followed his gaze, and saw that for some reason, her lab was in free fall!"W-What's going on?!" Yancy exclaimed in shock.Her lab was supposed to be hidden in the clouds! Who could have knocked it down?And Frank was right there with her. How powerful would they be if they dared to do it while he watched?Noticing the look on her face, Frank chuckled. "What, are you doubting me now? Don't worry—I'm letting it fall on purpose!"Yancy was proposed. "But i
Knowing that his death was assured, Cicero gave up on begging and instead dissed Frank. "Do you really have what it takes?""You're doubting me, it seems."Frank chuckled. "To be honest, I would be content with you watching from hell, but I'm afraid death is permanent. So thanks to what you've said, I've decided to let you live a couple more days, just to show you what I can do to your friends!"Cicero was at once surprised and delighted—that was simply wonderful!Whether or not he survived it, just seeing Frank die would be enough!After all, his wit was so repulsive the way he made Cicero look like a fool!Ignoring Cicero, Frank stepped out with Yancy, who asked, "So how do we find Mrs. Garand?"From the looks of things, they wouldn't be staying in touch—they'd be dead if their creditors found out.""For sure," Frank replied, nodding. "But word would spread either way, and I doubt Mrs. Garand's hunters won't come calling."Yancy frowned. "What do you mean…?"Frank whipped o
Yancy nodded in understanding.In the end, Cicero's conscience was eating him up—as soon as he decided Frank was hostile, he took action.If he did not, he just had to insist he lost the money at an illegal casino no matter how Frank tried to probe.Frank could not do anything against that, and certainly not torture him.Moreover, Cicero was no tough guy.As Frank locked him in his own room, he realized that Frank really had a way to save Yancy.Giving up on pointless resistance, he shouted, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Just let me go!"Frank went over to his room, asking, "You could've just done that earlier. So tell me, why the elaborate scheme? What's it for?"Cicero suddenly seemed to find his spine again. "It's a very important secret. I can't really tell you…"Frank glowered in annoyance. "Then you can die with it.""Wait, wait, wait!" Cicero promptly cried. "I'll talk, okay?"T-The truth is that my wife was never dead, but she's being targeted by people much
In other words, the so-called debt was just an excuse—Cicero had another reason to kill.Frank continued talking to him, just to distract him while he examined every corner of the house with his superhuman senses.After a couple of exchanges, Cicero invited them to stay, even serving them tea.Once he left the room, Yancy scowled. "I scanned our surroundings with my glasses—nothing."Seeing that she blamed herself, Frank smiled and bumped her on the head. "It's not just you—I sensed nothing too. This isn't as clear-cut as murder slash insurance fraud… there are plenty of fishy things that we need to dig out."Yancy frowned. "Now that's a bother, and I'm no detective!"Frank chuckled. "Me neither, but we can do what we do best to close this case anyway.""What's that?" Yancy asked.Frank smiled but said nothing.When Cicero returned with the tea, Frank twirled the cup but did not drink it.Instead, he asked, "Mr. Garand, how did you lose your money?"Cicero sighed. "Bad luck,
Smiling, Frank said, "Alright, then you boys carry on. We'll be going now—and don't worry, we definitely have no dealings with Cicero."Seeing Frank's promise, the pudgy man nodded, indicating that he believed Frank.They were not thugs anyway, and there was no reason to stop them from going anywhere they wanted without evidence.Once they had gone far enough, Yancy asked, "Since you've put it that way, why are we still going into Cicero's house?"His creditors have it hard, and we're deceiving them too. Things might really get bad if they catch us."She was no villain and obviously did not want those men to feel hurt or to betray their trust.Frank chuckled. "Why do you think I'd say that?"He led Yancy near a house, and before she said another word, put a hand on her shoulder and disappeared together.It was a firsthand experience of soul projection for Yancy, and she quickly felt obsessed with the feeling that she was one with everything around her.If she could, she would
The owner continued outside as he assured Yancy, "Don't worry, lady. I have a little experience myself, and I know that good people like you are rare."Yancy smiled but said nothing and turned to Frank after the owner left. "He's really lucky to have run into us. Anyone else would've screwed him over and then some."Frank nodded. "That's why I stand with justice. Who knows what baddies are out there, ruining people's lives where we can't see."Yancy smiled wryly, nodding but saying nothing.Frank then extended his super senses and found that the blood on the knife matched that of the deceased that they had found earlier.But for some reason, there were no fingerprints.While Frank was puzzled, Jouri texted details on the fingerprint they found, which matched a dead man's!Yancy frowned. "No way… could the deceased's spirit have been lying to us? Or is Jouri being the scamp that she always has been and trying to mess with us?"Frank smiled, "You worry too much. Her personality h
Horrified, the owner instinctively leaned toward Frank. "Please don't tell me this is real, man. I mean, is my restaurant really being haunted in broad daylight?!"Despite Frank's youth, the owner found a sense of security just staying at his side.Yancy, who had been drawn there for some time, spoke before Frank could. "What do you mean haunted? Check this out!"She took out a box for wireless earphones, but instead of having earphones inside, it was a bunch of virtually invisible bugs.They took to the air obediently, following her gesture to pick up an ashtray from the table, and flew off!The owner nodded in understanding. "So you're saying someone was using advanced technology to fly that knife in here? But why would they do that? Did they really have to go that far to frame a small business owner like me?"Yancy shrugged. "They really didn't have to go that far, but it's a clear motive if they want to avoid being a suspect at all. Anyway, you have nothing to worry about—con
Yancy was absolutely perplexed. "How did you do that?"Frank chuckled. "Do you believe in the paranormal?"Yancy shook her head confidently.The paranormal and science were two completely contradictory subjects.Strictly speaking, anything that could be seen with the naked eye or directly affected the physical plane was not paranormal. Still, while science was fundamentally a counter-thesis to mysticism, anything that worked within a system of logic fell within its jurisdiction.Frank shrugged. "It's good if you don't believe it. I don't myself—but I am using a paranormal technique to conjure that fingerprint, which was supposed to be erased."Yancy was utterly confused. "What does that mean?"Frank explained, "I'm not sure if you've seen bodies of energy resembling spirits, but they linger within a body, retaining the deceased's last thoughts to a certain extent!"Yancy nodded in understanding.There was some form of energy that lingered within the deceased.But with Frank's
Frank was unsure if she should laugh or cry. "Not mentioning something doesn't mean that I didn't notice it. And I could've saved you even without leaving the white-clad priest."If anyone else said that, Yancy would be convinced that they were lying.But since it was Frank, the strongest lifeform she had ever encountered yet, saying that was almost humble of him!Still, her protective glasses flashed as she checked the yellow talisman, scanning it. "There's nothing special about it! Both the scanner in my glasses and my eyes say so.""Now, back to my question." Frank chuckled. "Is science failing, or is the person?"Yancy's face fell—curse this man and all his teasing!Soon, they landed.There just happened to be a cleaner sweeping the curb, and his knees buckled and fell when he saw Frank and Yancy descending from the skies.Frank quickly put Yancy on her feet while rushing up to him, chuckling. "It's alright. We're not evil—don't worry."It took a while of assurance for the