Regeneration was as unbelievable as seeing the sun rise from the west. How could it have seeded? Sue shrugged and poked at Frank. "A demonstration please, Mr. Frankton?"


    Reasonably speaking, Frank had no reason to cooperate with Sue, but he was eager to find out how far his regeneration ability went.


    Directing the energy of the spiritron vein and projecting a de of spiritual energies, he sliced off his left arm, leaving Sue and the nuns bbergasted.


    Did he lose his mind? Why cut off his arm? A tiny cut would have been enough! Was he not worried that he would have to live with one arm if he could not grow it back?!


    Just as everyone was too stunned to speak, they soon understood what made him so confident! Something that resembled vines soon crept out of the clean cut, picking up the arm and reattaching it, while even blood was creeping back into Frank''s body.


    There was soft pop, and Frank''s arm was reattached!


    Even Frank''s torn shirt sleeve was sewn back on by a mysterious force that was never sliced through. "That''s a miracle!" Hilda was left dumbfounded, unable to believe what she had just seen.


    The same went for everyone else, as the terrific regeneration abilitypelled them to understand that this was a man of destiny!


    "What if you''re cut in half? Would you heal from that too?" Sue asked, curious.


    "I never tried it, but I''m sure I can heal that too." Frank shrugged. "And not like Deadpool either, who would have bnce issues when his limbs grow back!"


    But for some reason, Frank believed that he would never die, even if he did not test the theory.


    It was why he so daringly hacked


    his own


    arm. It was like how one


    off


    would not hesitate to get into a car after having been a driver for decades.


    "That''s really amazing! To be honest, I thought that the golden dragon was just taking me for the ride. I''m surprised it was telling the truth all along-guess it cares about you a


    lot


    Frank smiled in wry amusement.


    Did it care? It certainly did not feel that way!


    MS


    In fact, while Frank was aware that the spiritron vein served its purpose, Igor''s astoundingly sessful research was most important.


    Without Igor, it did not matter how powerful the spiritron was Frank would not miraculously survive, let alone change the rules of the game!


    Still, Frank soon asked, "By the way, why did you sisterse to work for Sue instead of returning to your monastery?"


    Hilda shot a pointed stare at his ring. "I''m sure you know why better than we do.


    Frank sighed in exasperation-it really was the end justifying the means with the spiritron vein. Fortunately, nothing terrible happened, or Frank would not know how he should face the nuns.


    "It won''t do for everyone to stay here... Why don''t I send the Cerulean Summit Legion to watch over the research center? You can all return to your monastery afterward How about that?"  en


    Hilda shook her head. "Absolutely not! The research center was built for your sake. And being deeply indebted to you, we have to do something!"


    Frank smiled in wry amusement. "That''s not quite right. I can understand your intention to repay me, but I really doubt your abilities!"