The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

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.

"Amazing." Drunken Moon nodded. "It seems that the reverend was really helpful. Before this, you would be hurt even though you may be able to regenerate."

Frank smiled, nodding-it was true that his abilities had taken to new heights with the reverend's help.

Now, he could proudly say that he dealt with even missiles, let alone the pendant's corrosion effect.

Right now, he was a version of Superman who was not vulnerable to kryptonite!

Still, he glanced outside just then, "There's more coming."

Drunken Moon turned to find a withered middle-aged man and was once again impressed by his powerful senses.

It seemed like there was no catching up to him in this life!

But that was fine-with someone like Frank as his friend, he would definitely come to her aid in times of trouble.

And since she was no martial nut, she was fine being inferior as she did not really

care.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man strode in, leveling a sinister glare at the bellgirl as he studied her. "You're the one who caused trouble last night, didn't you?"

The bellgirl had not been through enough trouble to face someone like the middle- aged man and was naturally cowed by his glare.

Drunken Moon promptly strode between them and snapped coolly, "I've already found out about the details on the matter. Your party is the one in the wrong here-forget not apologizing, you're really going to cause more trouble? How do your brains even function?" noveldrama

The middle-aged man laughed coolly. "Strength decides justice. And without that, you have no right to talk to me. And to the strong, you're as good as livestock-do you care about the opinions of livestock yourself?"

Drunken Moon and Frank merely shared a smile—-they were just planning to find some entertainment, and here that man was, challenging him with his paltry abilities.

"Alright. Show me what you've got."

Drunken Moon suddenly leapt forward, but the middle-aged man was already prepared and punched out.

As they tussled, the middle-aged man had the advantage initially.

However, he was purely a martial artist who honed his techniques tirelessly, which meant his style was rigid.

He certainly did not have any

superpowers, which afforded

Drunken Moon an opening. With her

use of telepathy, she quickly found his weak spot and floored him by the time they exchanged forty-two blows.

Even as Drunken Moon knocked the middle-aged man down on the floor, he

quickly tried to get up, only for her to crush his wrist under her foot.

Howling in pain, he shrieked, "You bitch! You tricked me! That's fucking disgusting!"