Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

The General felt its body go numb.

In its heart, the human it was staring at was the incarnation of the devil himself!

"You, you, you, you, you... What are you?"

Dorian froze just when he was about to slam the creature again.

Yes... What was he? Even he didn't know.

~Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!!

Dorian swung his mace several, slapping several meaty chunks off the General's giant body.

It was unwilling, petrified, and even regretful. But what did its feelings have to do with Dorian?

"Human... Eat my Acid Flush!"

Blugh!!

All its tentacles began spotting black inky acid on Dorian like crazy.

~Shahhhh~

The walls the liquid splatters touched began bubbling and sizzling to no end.

If a single drop should hit someone, the drop might be able to run straight into their internal organs.

So scary...

Many watching went to take cover and stay away from the gods and demons fighting their heavenly wars.

Please! Leave them, poor mortals out of them. Now they knew how those citizens watching battles between heroes and villains felt.

In movies, the hero smashes into buildings and rushes back out to fight. But what about them, the unfortunate extras in the movies?

Say no more! They were clearing the space as fast as they could.

In the meantime, they also realized many godly battles were happening around them.

Old Hou quickly leaned to the side, dodging an attack from a flying goblin.

He, Ruddie, and Deputy director Xiang Shore were tasked with drawing up the formation here.

But maybe because these creatures noticed something, they began attacking them the moment they tried setting up the formation.

In the end, they left the chore to Xiang Shore, choosing to guard him and everyone else.

Old Hou looked at the massive gathering of pterodactyl-like creatures flying above.

In groups, they shot down like bullets.

Whoop-Whoop-Whoop!

Old Hou spun his massive scythe, creating a deadly wind current.

That's right. His chosen weapon was one many would recognize as belonging to the Grim Reaper.

His scythe spun so fast no afterimages could be seen.

Old Hou had a slight smile plastered on his face.

"Though I swore to use my hands for healing, breaking my oath is nothing if it means putting you all down!"

"Heavenly Kiss of death!"

Slash!

"Ahhhhh~"

The slashed creatures screamed in anguish. And soon, it began raining maggots.

'...'

Everyone didn't know whether to applaud Old Hou or lead with him not to fight so messily.

Blugh!

One of the Bho guards wanted to doe, seeing the icky, smelling, gooey insides of these best fall on him.

Oh my God! Just kill him now.

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"Die! Die! Die! Die!"

Old Hou was on a roll.

He sliced some to his left and used the back end of his scythe to poke those sneaking behind him while twisting, twirling, and maneuvering in all directions.

Of course, there was another reason why he chose a scythe... One of his spirit roots was a mutated spirit root, Darkness/Shadow.

At first he was afraid it was a wicked element. But the Grandmaster had assured him any attribute could be bad depending on the person.

There were evil people with ice elements, as well as those with earth elements. So did that make them bad? No. It was the same logic as anything in this world.

Something as small as a knife can be used in the kitchen, in wood carving, arts and crafts, and so on. But it could also be used by a psychopath to kill others.

Did it mean the knife itself was bad? Nope. People are bad, not the things natural in nature.

Dorian's words calmed Old Hou's worries.

What's more, he also learned he might have the opportunity to master techniques in future that could lock an enemy's shadow, making them unable to move.

F***!

If he grew his ability to the point where he could control the shadows of more than 10 enemies at once, wouldn't that be amazing?

What he didn't know was that his shadow techniques would become a legend in the many years to come, with many reading his accomplishment in awe.

What? Elder Hou was able to subdue a thousand underworld beings with a single thought?

Awesome!!

Old Hou twirled his scythe, gliding about elegantly. And though his killings were messy, they had to admit he looked pretty handsome just now.

Tsk.

Old Bho grimaced in an aggrieved manner.

It's not fair. How come his friends have gotten superpowers, going about and saving the world without him?

Old Bho stared at Old Hou as though he was a scum who left his wife and family for another.

Traitor! (W^W)

Of course, even though old Bho was still scared out of his wits, he inwardly decided to join his friends in their new superhero adventures after this.

He too wanted to kick ass.

Plus, he wasn't a fool. Seeing their sudden youthful appearance, he felt it had something to do with them gaining powers. So if he was left behind, won't he grow way older than them, no longer being able to stay and keep up with them anymore?

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"Shadow Blade!"

"Lightning Kick!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bam!

Old Hou and Ruddie fought fiercely, keeping all creatures at bay. They felt the enemy within them draining too.

Com'on. Com'on. Com'on.

"How much longer?"

"30 seconds more..."

"It's good." The duo replied, leaving Xiang Shore to his work. And just like them, Old Gia's side, as well as Old Ghu's side, also faced many foes who tried to stop them.

They fought with everything they had, taking Dorian's recovery pills mid-fight if need be until soon, it was all completed.

~Crack!

Dorian broke off the General's horns, finally stepping on his new tentacle-less octopus face.

"The Dilaila stone... Tell me everything."

"..."

The pressed-down general wanted to try his luck in deciding Dorian, talking about some mumbo jumbo about how he came into position of the stone, breaking it into several pieces.

"Oh?" Dorian raised his left brow slyly. "Is that so?"

The weak general nodded like a 5-year-old child desperate to prove their point. "Yes, yes, yes... That's exactly it. I can't be making this up. I defeated another of my kind and took it in my possession!"

"You don't say... I didn't know you were already so strong enough that handling the Demi-God Loki was smithing to you."

!...!

It's over! This mortal knows!

Dorian's smile grew unnatural, approaching the badly mutilated general, who was shaking pitifully with yellowish tears in its eyes.

"Don't worry. I'll make this quick.

With that, Dorian raised his giant made, making the spikes on it grow 3 times longer.

"Close your eyes... It's better that way."

'What eyes? Didn't you rupture 7 of them leaving, leaning it with just 1? Human, its 'eye' for singular!'

(?*#*¢)

The onlookers stared at this scene, having one conclusion in mind – This Grandmaster was never to be crossed!

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Smash! Smash! Smash! Smash! Smash!

Dorian pulverized the poor general until he saw Butler Sheng and the rest arrive.

Done?

He could now exorcize not only the many creatures around but also the entire island had to go. But to pull it off, he too would need additional help.

Placing 5 coins on the General, Dorian pinned him down and focused on the matter at hand.

Gulp.

He swallowed recovery pills and began taking in their properties.

He sat cross-legged in tranquility while Butler Sheng and the rest continued fighting the remaining flying creatures.

Of course, Dorian didn't need to say much for them to know they had to begin gathering the pimple-face survivors within the space.

Everyone's heart jolted in ecstasy.

At this point, they realized they would soon leave this hell hole.

Hahahahahaha~

Yes! Yes! Freedom!

Some were foreigners, and others were locals. But after experiencing what they just went through, they felt humans were all one.

What bloody differences?

F***! After this, they felt all those petty differences were nothing!

Hey... Could this be the cure to end all racism?

"Hooray! Hooray... We're finally going to be free! I always knew I could always count on you... Erm... What-ever-God you are."

"Oh, Holy God... If you're out there, I know I said if you save me, I promise to start combing my hair more often. And that's not all. I also said I would never chew the underside of my big toe again... So now I promise you I will fulfill it all!"

"Yes, yes... Holy God in the heavens. I'm the only 2nd child out of 3 in my family. If I go, won't the position of the middle child be empty? Luckily you sent someone to save me, or else wouldn't it cause my siblings sleepless nights deciding who gets what position? Maybe you don't know, but the middle child now has more perks than you think. Again, thank you for saving me!"

[The heavens]:... (-_-)

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Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah~

As many began talking and praising the heavens, Dorian calmly poems his eyes.

Time to go!