Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

--A few minutes earlier.--

Bam!

Chan-ki and Angzen had just flown out the window, leaving a young and \'helpless\' Dorian to himself.

\'...\'

Dorian calmly placed the diary in his inner jacket pocket, secretly making its size as small as a pocketbook.

Very calmly, he walked out of the office, walking past the massive bedroom chamber.

The scene looked exactly as it did when he entered.

However, appearances could be deceiving!

Behind Dorian, the walls began to bleed and peel off.

Less than a second along any path he passed, the same phenomenon would occur.

Drip. Drip.~

Blood dripped along the now peeled walls into the moldy floors, turning into white fog when it touched the moldy grounds.

The walls become narrower, and a faint yet evident phantom scent invaded the scene.

Dorian chuckled, not bothering to turn around.

Unlike what Chan-ki and Angzen saw, the house has always looked like that.

And all the time they had been moving about, the house had been changing its form to suit the eyes of those who entered.

But after they left a place, it would revert to its horrors.

And that fog...

Dorian narrowed his gaze, deep in thought.

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~Clitter. Glitter. Clitter.~

The strange noises echoed out again but seemed not to have an effect on the human many stared at.

It was as though Dorian was deaf.

Reaching ground floor, he lazily placed his hands on his pocket, starting across the space.

"Aren\'t you going to come out?"

The strange noises suddenly died down. And soon, the space was as silent as a graveyard.

~Giggle. Giggle. Giggle~

A burst of playful, childlike laughter rang out from a moose\'s head hanging high on the walls.

"Interesting... Very interesting..." The moose said, shaking his antlers like an unnatural stretched-out smile on its face.

Its eyes enlarged twice its size, with one side being deep red and another being deep yellow.

The moose smiled at Dorian before abruptly stretching its neck several feet long towards Dorian\'s face.

It was so close that just a few inches more, and it would\'ve touched Dorian on the lip.

F***!

If it were another person, they would\'ve long fainted from fear, cried, begged, screamed, or died from a heart attack

-Silence-

Both stared at each other in utter silence.

And soon, the creature\'s smile grew even more unnatural, retracting its neck a few inches back.

"You\'re a strange one. Starting me straight in the eye, you don\'t even flinch."

Dorian shrugged, not bothering to talk to the mode head.

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The Moose looked at Dorian with interest.

It seemed to have found a suitable candidate.

"Human... You\'ve earned my respect. When your friends were thrown out, you didn\'t even care about their life and death. You\'re indeed a cruel one. This daddy likes it. So... How about we make a deal?"

In translation: Your soul would be tasty to devour.

Making a person like Dorian fearful or completely darkened only meant the meal would be one of the most delicious.

No... His meal would even be beyond VIP level.

But what was intriguing was that the human\'s aura, being, and spiritual sense all showed the boy to be extremely good, with almost no darkness in his heart.

Yet, it had just witnessed the boy\'s cruelty, allowing his friends to fly out the window with no screams of worry or even murders of anxiousness.

It can be seen that his actions were too cruel. So what was up with the heavens\' way of deciding that he was a good person?

Hello?

If this guy was a good person, then it, an underworld, was the Almighty!

Even without seeing into the boy, the feeling alone couldn\'t be wrong.

Say no more.

There\'s definitely a mix-up somewhere... Not that it was complaining.

Changing that massive quantity of \'good\' in the boy to bad was also part of what would make it delicious.

Well, it wouldn\'t be the first time the heavens had made a few mix-ups in history.

Though rare, it did happen occasionally... So it had been told.

Or... could it be that the boy accumulated so much good in his past life that he was just overflowing with it?

Unbeknownst to the creature, its guess was partially true.

As a genius exorcist in Dorian\'s past life, do you know how much good he accumulated?

Of course, the reason why he still has his good luck was that he still maintained the same principles as back then.

He had never looked for trouble, not acting in a condemning way against any mortals. Even when handling animals, there was never a display of cruelty.

Above all else, he was a bloody good exorcist.

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The more the mode looked at Dorian, the more pleasing in the eye he seemed.

Such people were also the most determined.

If they finally chose to step on a certain path, then they would do an excellent job on the road to fulfilling whatever desire they chose.

\'No!... I must have the human sign a contact with me!\'

The system on the other hand was annoyed.

[You smelly moose! How dare you try to steal my host? I already have a contract with him. So don\'t even think about it!]

(*^*)

Why are others fighting it over its host?

If not that it couldn\'t reveal itself, it wouldn\'t personally smack the hell out of the smelly moose.

Hmph!

The system was annoyed.

"Human, I know your kind. You might look like you don\'t have any desires, but you do."

Hmmm...

Dorian inwardly agreed. He did have desires.

The moose smiled like a serpent in a garden, circling its neck around Dorian, leaning towards his shoulder from the back of his ears.

"Human... I\'m right, aren\'t I. You do have desires... things you want so badly... You know human can\'t help you get it. But I can!... I can get whatever it is you want. So, human. Why don\'t we make a pact?