Frank shook his head. “I don’t get it either. Has there been any precedent?”

Peerless Jackt smiled wryly. “All I know is that the hero in the tomb murals was the only one who obtained the power of the Shagan spiritron vein before. It doesn’t tell us anything else, and we could only make deductions according to those records. “He must’ve been able to bestow that power upon others at will according to the murals, if it hasn’t been altered before.”

Frank nodded with all said and done, the only thing that they got out of this was the fact that Peerless Jackt had no idea how to control the Shagan spiritron vein.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Given the current situation, every legionnaire must stay away from Shagan. Stay safe in your respective locations.”

“But you’re our master!” Peerless Jackt argued. “How could we allow you to face danger without doing anything about it? You’ve seen what I can do, and many of the legionnaires are on my level-we can beat those metahumans! Let us aid you!”

Frank shook his head. “I can deal with them alone, and it’s a new era-no one is a slave to anyone’s will. You’re all free, and you’re of no help if you can’t take good care of yourselves.”

Peerless Jackt did not press the issue at that point and changed the subject. “Well, you should at least sign the transfer agreement-don’t worry, there won’t be any issues. I’ve checked through the terms, and our people have infiltrated the Jarics’ interests and businesses for a while to know how things are going.