Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 617  Found Him - 2

With eyes locked and in full concentration, Chan-ki unlocked the portal, causing a windstorm to blow chaotically within the space. What's going on? The already worn out nailed plants on the floors and walls began coming undone the longer the hurricane proceeded. Compared to the first time when everyone was faced with such a situation, they were far more prepared. Now, as the hurricane rose, they casted spells of their own to contain the situation – lest the entire house came falling down. After calling the situation, several people stared at the mirror, only seeing their regular reflections showing. However, a strange crack was slowly forming along the mirror's surface the longer they stared. Crack! Everyone's heart constricted when seeing how rapidly the crack was growing. Soon, they will come face to face with a formidable enemy –themselves! 'This is it…' Several people thought, staring at the cracking lines that suddenly stopped running. And then–

The mirror's surface began to ripple like a mirage. Bewoh and Chan-ki subconsciously nodded, satisfied with the current situation. One must know that in the past when they watched the Grandmaster and also performed a mirror world opening before, they couldn't open the portal. At that time with their then-strengths, they needed the Shadow master, the monster we created the mirror portal to first be present, so they could use his abilities to open the portal. However, now they were able to do so without the knowledge of the Portal master in question. However, if they took too long, the portal master would sense something. The Grandmaster might not mind exposing his identity as an exorcist, but they minded quite much. For as long as they could, they must preserve the existence of exorcists in this world because this was humanity's ace up their sleeves when the big day comes. With the portal now rippling, the image on the other side also began changing. So ugly~

Just as they stood before the portal, their doppelgangers also stood there, licking their lips creepily. [I see you~]

Wiggins' horrifying twin stretched its mouth unnaturally, muttering such words across the plane. It was odd to say that ordinary mortals can't truly understand these doppelgangers. However, they exorcists seemed to have a natural affinity for such bizarre languages. Wiggins felt that despite the many gruesome and grotesque creatures he faced in the past, none of them gave him the heebie-jeebies like the doppelganger before him. "Remember, because we're exorcists, our Shadows have more control than regular shadows." Typically, regular shadows can only move from their spots during the night when humans are asleep. But for the shadow of an exorcist, it can move anywhere so long as they are at rest. .

Bewoh didn't need to say much for everyone to get the big picture. In other words, don't stand still…because the moment they are at rest– It was amazing that while they were standing still in the human world, their counterparts were beating, scratching and biting each other without rest. It's true that they did hate humans more than anything else, but they were also shadows at heart. They loved fighting and cruelty the most. You would think they would use their freedom to do something meaningful. But no~... When humans went to sleep, they used their freedom to find other shadows who offended them and fight till their humans awake, summoning them back in place. Dammit! Is there anything more hateful than almost winning a battle and in the final moment when a blow is inches from an enemy's face, you find yourself getting warped into some far, far away place with no warning? Know that sometimes, their fights would carry them miles and miles away, so when getting called back, they were grumbling and dragging the grounds, refusing to go. Sadly, the force binding them was strong enough that even if they held onto a building here, the force could even carry them alongside the building in question. Well, to be fair, they would just break through the walls, leaving the building behind. Hate, hate, hate…

These shadows hated that their freedoms were controlled by such weak and measly creatures like humans. …

"So hot…" Everyone muttered the same words after stepping through the portal. Circulating their qi, they maintained their calmness and regulated their bodies. "Remember… 20 minutes is all we have… Go! Swish!~

The group split apart in pairs. "Mr. president!" "Mr. president!" Several Vardos people magnified their voices, their concern very evident. Wiggins was the most desperate.

Where was he?... Who can tell him where President Ghant was now? Know that from the time they arrive to the tile Ghant appeared in this home was well over 3 hours. Who knows how far he has walked now? Who knows if he had fallen in some deep pot or even fainted from exhaustion while here? With how blazing this place was, even the strongest of people might struggle to survive. The conditions and the fact that there's no food and water was enough to imagine the agony of any human lost and trapped in the mirror world. Wiggins frowned, throwing his eyes at his Shadow that was still chasing him vigorously. "Ignore it. Keep moving…" Bewoh advised. They only had danger if they stopped for a second. Right! Wiggins nodded. Boom! A hot mushroom of fire erupted out of the road several feet away from them. What a crazy place. The ground erupted for no reason, with what looked like magma. Then the magma suddenly resided, leaving behind a humongous hole on the side of a lake. The interior and exterior corners of the hole now glistened with bright orange-red sparks. What was unimaginable, was that the houses that should have been swallowed up by explosion and magma, still remained intact and now stood on toothpicks of ground supporting them above the giant holes. Well, it seems that so long as a home is still standing within the human world, its replica will always exist. The vehicles and other strange objects also stayed afloat… except for some that fell into the pit, never to be seen again. Perhaps in the human world, these objects have been burnt to a crisp or completely destroyed. Even if shattered, its shattered pieces will still exist. Looking at the world around him, Wiggins noticed that some vehicles lived on their own with shadows scratching and trying to escape them all. It seemed that in the human world, the human was driving a vehicle somewhere. However, in the shadow world, the strange force in this world was holding the Shadow hostage, forcing it to stay out in the vehicle. Sigh… The more Wiggins and many saw, the more they understood why their shadows hated them greatly. Still, should they sacrifice their lives just to please these shadows? Is it their fault they were born as humans? It's not like they had a say or not about keeping these shadows bound to them. What's more, they swear that they didn't know of the existence of these shadows before the Grandmaster came into their lives. "Mr. president!~" "Mr. president, where are you?" ….

Damn you, b**ch!

Ghant cursed Camilla in his heart.

Ghant who was now found himself in what looked like a shopping center, sweat he could faintly hear the sounds of familiar voices calling him. But how can it be true? "Impossible!" He told himself, scouring for food and grub with no success." Water… food… After seeing so many disgusting creatures along the way, he truly felt that he would never eat again for all eternity. However, his body was growing weaker by the minute and he knew he needed something or else there'll be no strength to fight off any attackers. What made Ghant the most afraid of, were the murderous whispers that now bellowed in his ears. [Come on, human… You have no way out… so why struggle~]

[Yes… yes… give up… give in to your darkness… Thirsty? Cut off your hand and drink your own blood!]

"No! No! Get out of my head!!" All around him were various creatures that giggled and grunted wickedly while trapped in the positions they were in. They said nothing, yet their whispers continued to bombard his senses. [Give up, human. Do your people know you're here?... You'll never make it out alive. So just–]

"F***k you!" Ghant swung an iron rod in his hand with murderous eyes. "Get out of my head you ugly beasts!!" Ghant was truly pissed. They were like bugs that wont keep singing in his ears, irritating him to death. However, he made a mistake just now. "Gotcha…" One of the shadows smirked victoriously when stretching its shadow hands to twice its length. Ghant felt a bizarre coldness spread from the rod towards his hands. But no matter how he tried to let go, his hands rejected his order. Now, bile rose within his throat as he watched the shadow's figure change into an even more grotesque appearance. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ghant watched in horrified stupor, with just one question ringing in his head. — Was this the end?

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Boom! An explosion happened within the store, and Ghant was now shocked to find himself swaddled within the arms of a figure he was all too familiar with. "... Wiggins?"