Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?



Just like that, Dorian was about to get more academy students than he originally bargained for, which was a plus in his books!

Heading back to the academy and stepping into his lone home in one of the forbidden zones within the inner academy grounds, Dorian suddenly paused, feeling slight movements in one of his rooms. 

Stepping into the room, he stood still, watching his parents lay down motionlessly. 

They still haven't moved an inch. Their faces were pale and white, and their rods extremely red as if bitten. 

Only when he came into this room would he feel emotional? 

Dorian believed this body was originally his, meaning these parents were also his. 

He didn't know who to say it, but this body and his soil were too compatible, and he could feel that somehow... this body was just one of his. It was a fraction of his. 

And the souls that belonged here, were also a part of him. 

The soul didn't die, but reconnected with him, filling in the missing gap he never knew his soul carried. 

Dpriam was sure that even the stupid system in his head had no clue of this, as it still thought the original Dorian had gone to reincarnation. 

Everything was him... 

It was all him from the start. This still begs the question: What was he? What exactly was he that shares of this soil could disperse so cleanly? 

An ordinary human's soul cannot break so cleanly without repercussions. 

In fact, any human missing any fragment of their soil would fall into severe illness all their lives, until they die and get reconstructed back before sending them their merry way for reincarnation again.

Think of it as a defective product. It would need to go back to the manufacturers for modifications before putting it on the market again.

For compensation, maybe their next lives would be somewhat better, like winning the lottery or being born into the most loving family ever if what you lacked in your former life was love. 

But in Dorian's case, whether it was the him in his former world or the him in this world, they were all so strong with no illnesses. 

They excelled above the majority, and had no such 'defects.'

Never in human history can he recall such a thing existing. Even people who barely managed to become exorcists with incomplete souls were still handicapped in this area. 

Once your soil is incomplete, there is nothing any human can do to fix it until after death. 

It was even more impossible to find the fragments of one's soul, it's all in the heavens, as though they were storing it in some safety deposit bank box with everyone's name on it. 

It was more impossible for one fragment to be in another world. 

Yet, here he was loving the impossible

Why him?

Why was his soul able to do this without the knowledge of the keepers and checkers of souls in the heavens?

Now with both souls merged, he knew was more than confident that there was something wrong with him...

So what was he? Why was his soul allowed to live in different worlds as different people without the knowledge of the soul checkers in the heavens? 

He and his soul fragment were both cold people who liked quietness. 

Their attitudes were very similar, making no one suspect a thing. 

The only difference Dorian could point out was that unlike him, his soul fragment handled the matter with his parents very poorly, drinking till he passed out before Dorian came into this world. 

Well, he couldn't blame the fragment too much because it had a slightly less intelligence level compared to him. 

Yes. It could pass examinations and do well in schools, but it had a very low understanding of true human nature. 

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'Since you are my parents in this life, of course, I will take care of you.'

Dorian combed his mother's hair warmly. 

'Don't worry, it won't be long before you wake.' 

Only by growing stronger can he remove his parents from the nightmares they were facing right now. 

Luckily for his parents, they had only gotten accidentally touched by the powers belonging to one of the Princes of Hell. 

They were fortunate that the Prince in question wasn't focusing his powers on them, so they only got a fraction of the attack.

Think of it like a nuclear blast. 

Obviously, those at the heart of the blast would get affected the most. But those at the perimeter would also take a hit, even if they were innocent bystanders.

His parents just happened to be in the wrong place at the same time.

It wasn't just them, as several people around there also fell into comas.

Dorian located and arranged for them to be kept in Jung Hou's hospital.

These people had family members who would want to check up on them steadily, so it was best to leave them there.

As for the family members, many were grateful since the Hou Hospital offered to treat these members for free. 

The Hou family doing this also accumulated good karma for their household too. 

Once in a while, exorcists can do services for free. It wasn't just to collect pay, but it was advised to collect pay every 9/10 jobs since it costs money to continue exorcizing monsters. 

Kissing his parents on their foreheads, Dorian gave them one last look before leaving the room.

He must have imaged things earlier when thinking there was movement in their room.

Leaving their room, Dorian also left the academy, heading back to the Tian residence.

But what he didn't know was that after leaving, his parents' fingers moved slightly, only to regain their former stillness as though everything earlier was an illusion.

What was that? What just happened?

This was a matter no one would know, but only the couple, who found themselves drained in an everlasting whirlpool of horror. 

From the moment they fell into a coma, the couple have always held hands. 

No one, not even Jung Hou and his doctors would pry their hands away even in this state.

In the world of horror, the couple ran through the woods, panting and pausing after hearing a voice they recognized all too well. 

Was that their son? 

Many times they've seen fake versions of their son and friends emerge to kill them. They should be wary of any voice similar to his.

But maybe it was instincts, they felt it was truly him.

The couple hugged each other in tears. 

Their boy was all alone out there, probably too worried about them to bother with the company. 

Knowing the snakish relative they left out there they knew their previous boy would be in danger of getting targeted by the beast.

In their minds, they imagined a weak Dorian who was kicked out to find for himself. 

He was probably struggling to raise money to take care of them too.

Gritting their teeth, the couple ran faster, swearing to one day escape this hellish place. They weren't alone, as others like themselves ran beside them too. 

Everyone wanted to leave this place and wake up back to reality. But what can they do if not look for clues? 

If there is a way to get them in, then there must be a way to get them out too!

For the sake of seeing their loved ones again, no one has to hope, no matter what hurdles came their way!

However, they weren't the only ones determined to have their way.

Far far above in the Realm of the Heavens, a certain person who had soon turned into the most hated being in all 3 realms; Heaven, Human, and Underworld... was now back to his usual shenanigans. 

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In a grand prison hall endowed with heavenly hold from top to bottom, over 100 heavenly guards stood above a platform watching the prisoner below.

They held staff of all sorts and ensured their eyes never left the prisoner's body for a millisecond. 

Everyone wore a deep frown, attaching the notorious prisoner to treat his Sentence as if it was a touristic trip.

"Enough laughing Trickster! You have been sent here to reflect on your actions!" One of the heavenly guards roared, a little annoyed by it all. "No laughing allowed!"

"What?" Loki gasped exaggeratedly, showing them a childish expression that made many wish to stone him to death.

Every guard here has fallen apart to his trucks before. 

After tricking them and escaping from the prison so many times how can they not feel resentment?

Now don't think it's just them 100 guarding this place.

No.

100 people were to watch him from the inside, but 100,000 high-ranked Heavenly guards were watching the entire prison specifically designed for him.

It was funny because all of them had been tricked in some way by Loki, so they became super vigilant in everything concerning him.

They swore they would never let him fool them again, even if they had to die to prove that point.

But what they didn't know was that Loki, who they thought was here all this time, had already left for the human world and had even returned too.

Now, he was about to leave again. 

He thought it would take a few more months before he could leave. But who knew his opportunity would come again today?

Hey… blame these people in the heavens for being so easy to trick.

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