Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

The thumping cries were deep and layered like an echo. And the one causing the mischief spasmed no end.

It has been 15 seconds since Botan began clawing the floors and twitching in all acrobatic positions. Yet, it felt like a decade.

Many subconsciously held each other, though now in a better state of mind.

Yes! They were still petrified. Anyone would feel the same when coming face to face with such a spooky thing.

They had the minds to open the doors and make a run for it. But who were they? M.S.S.

They had a better psychological standing than most people.

Of course, if things truly got out of hand, you best believe they would vanish. But since these people were confident, they decided to stabilize their wobbly feet and stand firm.

As officers of the law, they couldn\'t disgrace themselves so much.

Their thoughts were noble.

Too bad their dancing bodies had given them away.

And soon, it wasn\'t long before the one break dancing and performing acrobatics on the ground finally stopped.

True or false?

Many leaned forward to take a peek but couldn\'t bring themselves to move an inch closer.

Is it over?

--Roar!!---

Mommy...

Everyone moved back again, watching Botan twitch for 2 seconds more before calming down again.

"Look! Look!... The lines on his face are gone, and the claws down his fingers have shortened."

So he should be fine now, right?

Even then, no one dared to look him straight in the eye. They were afraid they would puke in disgust.

Augh~

That face from before was just too much.

They felt they needed to pluck their eyeballs and burn them to ashes if it would rid the image away.

If the few girls ever thought Botan was handsome for a suspect, now they changed their mind.

And Ghu Sota at the side, now understood why his mother refused to peck him after his io incident.

From time to time, she would also poke him with a stick to make sure it was him talking and not some unknown creature.

Ghu Sota felt he was born into the most unloving family.

His grandmother liked to attack him with her flying slippers, his grandfather and father were unreliable, and his mother loved poking him and washing his face with all sorts of cleaning oils.

Alas... He too understood after seeing Botan\'s face.

It had returned to normal. But Ghu Sota still found it terrible, especially with the image of that thing still playing in his mind.

Ugly.

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Bewoh squinted his eyes, seeing the figure slowly rise to his feet, calmly patting the dust off his body.

His gestures were elegant, with a touch of nobility too hard to mimic.

"You\'re not him."

The color on everyone\'s face faded.

Were their ears deceiving them, or Bewoh say what they heard?

Not him?

If this were true, then what happened to the real Botan? What happened to the Botan they were speaking to not long ago?

Dead? If so, who were they speaking to now?

(O_O)

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"Come now... Why so dumbfounded?"

\'Botan\' finished dusting himself off before giving a slight elegant curtsy.

"The name\'s Allezar Von Dracord the 112th... And yes... There have been 112 others with my name before me... For short, you may call me Zar."

Bewoh stared at the polite aristocratic Botan, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Even Ghu Sota, Payne, and the others were dumbfounded.

Not only was this guy flawlessly polite, but his accent had also changed.

All mannerisms blended effortlessly, causing one to subconsciously treat this guy with respect.

They felt this was what aristocrats, lords, royals, and nobles in the past should have spoken like.

So after all that break dancing, he now wakes up as though nothing happened?

Tsk.

Sorry, bubby; the image was already imprinted in their minds!

Huh.

Bewoh and Zar stared at each other deeply.

"What you did isn\'t a simple possession."

"Smart... The greedy one and I struck a deal for which he would do my bidding in exchange for a bit of my power and essence."

Bewoh nodded. "He took the bait, not knowing the dull consequences, correct?"

Botan raised his hands in surrender with a sly smile. "You caught me. The greedy thing fell right into my trap. Every time I give him my power, his body gets conditioned to accept me more."

Eventually, it won\'t be a simple possession, but like a scene of one crossing over... Except the human skin would only be a casing or suit to hide Zar\'s true being. This was one of the ways these creatures walked as ordinary humans along them.

First, they had to strike a deal with those too greedy for whatever their hearts desired.

Once a deal with a creature is initiated, their original protection blessed onto them from birth by the heavens would begin diminishing rapidly.

The more they killed and played into the lies told to them, the more tainted they would become.

This was why these creatures had to strike a deal first.

Everything had a natural order.

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A vein popped through Zar\'s face as he evaded a ray of light through a slight parting caused by the thick blinds.

Bewoh\'s eyes flickered.

The grandmaster had given him 4 possibilities as to what he might be.

"Your skin is pale, your neck slightly longer, your reddish eyes from earlier, and your avoidance of the sun... Though you know the sun won\'t kill you, you do know it would weaken you, making you sluggish."

"And your fangs are slightly longer than how I recall Botan\'s."

Zar smiled, showing his growing fangs. "Oh? Did you guess it?"

"Indeed... Your name is something very strange and unknown in this world. A mummy... I know... A ghost, I know... Movies, films, and other entertainment do cover these groups playfully. But it was very odd that your type... Never heard of it."

Zar chuckled. "Then pray tell... What am I?"

"Vampire."