The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Her skin and fingers were rotting where the motel manager touched the pendant, as if being corroded by acid at a visible rate. Worst of all, she could not even feel any pain from it!

"W-What's going on here?!"

Horrified, the motel manager turned and ran.

Drunken Moon was ready to give chase, but Frank stopped her. "She's not going to have it easy without her fingers. Let her go."

Drunken Moon nodded and pointed at the pendant on the floor. "What the heck is that?"

Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?"

Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough."

Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

Frank chuckled and beckoned with his finger.

The pendant flew into his palm obediently right then, and curiously, it was not corroding his body.

"It seems that the reverend was really helpful. Before this, you would be hurt

that his abilities had

dealt with even missiles, let

version of Superman who was

he glanced outside just then, "There's

to find a withered middle-aged man

there was no catching

as his friend, he would

no martial nut, she was fine being inferior

care.

leveling a sinister glare at the bellgirl as he

through enough trouble to face someone like the middle- aged man

out about the details on the matter. Your party is the

And without that, you have no right to talk to me. And to the strong, you're as good as

just planning to find some entertainment,

Show me what you've