As such, the beggar said, "Don't you want to transcend beyond your human bonds and become the most powerful being in the world?
"Just look at those ignorant mortals around you. How are they different from livestock?"
Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Sorry, but I'm one of those mortals too, if only a little stronger than the rest."
At those words, the beggar understood what Frank's deal was. "Vigilante, huh? I was like you when I was younger, filled with vigor and justice. It's only when I'm older that I realized how naive I was. There's no justice in the world of adults, only self-gain!"
Frank laughed. "I don't think so. That's the priority of the weak. If the strong are willing, self-gain would come endlessly, along with reputation!"
"Really?"
The beggar was utterly incensed by Frank's words. "I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. I'm not holding back now!"
He balled his knuckles, and two lightning bolts appeared in his grasp like swords, which he launched at Frank.
Frank never moved and merely allowed the bolts to hit him until it stopped, remaining unscathed throughout.
It left everyone shocked, be it Squint, the manager, or the beggar himself.
He was at once strong and enigmatic, as if he was compelled to be invincible. As long as he willed it, he could stop anything with relative ease, whether he had encountered it before or otherwise.
"Where'd you learn that technique?"
"I taught it to myself!"
"No, that's impossible!"
"He deliberately wears rags to resemble a fighting monk, never understanding that those monks were never interested in fame and weren't wearing rags to look cool.
"In fact, neither your abilities nor mentality is a match against those monks. You're simply a piece of shit!"
His words left the beggar shrieking in agitation, "You're the piece of shit! I am an envoy of the divine! I could rise to the heights of transcendence anytime I want, for I am—"
Frank sliced off his tongue with telekinesis, not interested in his bullshit.
At that very moment, the beggar saw the truth—that there were no divine beings.
Even if there were, they would not be on his side.
Slowly walking up to the beggar, Frank smirked. "Do you see the truth now? See, strength comes from knowing thyself. Empowerment gained from prayers would never last, and there are no divine beings in this world!"

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