Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 631  A Defeated Return!

Well, the night seemed infinitely long for many. These days, President Ghant has been feeling particularly heavy. It was a strange sort of heaviness. He looked the same, yet, he could tell his body felt 'fuller,' with each day feeling fuller than the previous day. He especially felt fuller during unholy hours, such as the night. Each night he went to bed, he would roll left, right and in all directions. What irked him was that this heaviness not only annoyed him, but led to him getting kicked out of bed several times over the night. Don't underestimate this wife, the First Lady's kick. With one jab, he felt his bones on the cups of breaking. What sort of evil did he do to feel this way? Sigh~

Ghant stood up from the floor, patted his sulking butt and headed for the bathroom to take a leak.

But after turning on the bathroom light, standing before the toilet, and letting the golden rivers flow, Ghant's eyes widened in a hurry. "It's Back!" Oops… he missed target, allowing the golden showers to decorate the walls behind the toilet. However at this moment, he didn't care. Bahahahahahahahahah~

He was laughing loudly like a madman, with his head slanted all the way back and his nose pointing to the ceiling. It's back! It's back! His despicable shadow was back! Ghant, who raised one leg up to smash his own shadow, suddenly paused when something hard smacked the back of his head. Bam!~

"Who the hell is trying to kill the presi–" "G-H-A-N-T!!!" The words made his body shrivel. Very robotically, Ghant slowly turned his head to see his raging wife in a short pink nightgown and sleeping mask on her hair. Her eyes looked dark and haggard, and he had the imagination that her many hair strands were floating snack heads wishing to strange and bite him to death. "Honey, I can exp—." "Explain my ass!" Bam! Ghant found himself on one knee before the toilet bowl after receiving another fierce kick to the back of his knee. Well, to be honest, he was in a compromising situation. His lovely wife had walked on him standing on one leg, while the other was raised high, as if he was planning to stomp the grounds and wake the entire neighborhood up. Then, don't forget that his golden showers were still spraying on the walls.

His crazy laughter and screams also didn't help his situation at all. In the end, all that was left was for someone to put grass skirts on his waist and parade him around a fireplace like the ancient men. Ouch.

She actually threw a book at him. It was probably the first thing she could reach for once waking from the bed. 'Ghant xxxx… You're asking for Death!' Ghant spoke to himself, as though pitying the part of him that made such a fuss. Of course, even if the situation was repeated again, he might still do the same thing over and over. It was back! His bloody shadow was back! "Dammit, Ghant! So because you can't sleep these days, you want to mess with MY beauty rest?" Well she was pissed. "Clean this mess and clean yourself up now!" "_"

… A few moments later, A very evil wife was standing with her arms crossed against her chest and her eyes spitting fire when staring at the man on one knee cleaning his golden work of art that scattered everywhere. It was incredulous that all her precious sleep vanished in a blink of an eye when it came to dishing out punishment. "What are you peeking at?" "Nothing dear." "You despise me?" "Never dear…" "You're angry at me, now?" "Never, dear… how dare I?" "Good. You missed a spot. More to your left…. I want it to be so clean that even an emperor can eat on it." "_" Can Ghant say he regretted his earlier outburst? When was the last time that he, the f***king President of Vardos country, touched a brush, sponge or detergent to clean up anything? Hey… Ghant had no tears but wanted to cry. "More scrubbing and less sighing!" "Yes, ma'am." Well, more scrubbing and less thinking. … After cleaning up the mess he made, Ghant was pulled by the ear and forced to go back to sleep. It was amazing that after all the fire his wife gave him, she still cuddled on his buddy and turned in for the night. Ghant lay on his back, slowly opening his eyes when hearing the steady breathing of the woman hugging him tightly. Hey… love sure was a crazy thing. Ghant quickly threw all thoughts of his wife out of his head, focusing on the return of his shadow. Bahahahahaha~

It was back, just as they said. It had returned in defeat to the mirror world. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

'Could it be the reason why I've been feeling <full> these days? Was it because of the imprinting return of that dark bastard?' Ghant was cursing his own shadow in his heart. Hmph! Just stay there and wallow in fury! (V^V)

Ghant understood its reasons for hating him, but in the end, was it his fault he, Ghant, was born a human? Complain and sympathize all you want, but he will never want to trade places with that bastard shadow of his again! You can just forget it! 'According to the Grandmaster, I must continue to remain here for another 1 week to fully return to my earlier self.' Hooray! Hooray! His shadow has already vanished. However, he suddenly felt afraid of what the enemy would do to him and his family once his location was found. Luckily, he was told it might take months and months before that time comes. And before then, the impending war would have already arrived. So why would the enemy concern himself with just 1 human when the plane was to take over, capture and kill almost all humans? The rest would be kept in breeding farms… farms to breed humans so all creatures could nibble on. They, humans, were seen as nothing but FOOD. In the end, Ghant didn't know when he slept. However, he had never slept so well and so long for what seemed like an eternity. And by the time he woke up next, it was already 1 PM in the afternoon. (!_!)

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"Good Morning, Butler Sheng, the paper for you, as you always request." "Morning to you too, Timochi." Butler Sheng flashed a friendly smile at the Mailman who often dropped parcels and mails at specific times. Before entering this gated community, the mail vans and trucks are searched and heavily checked. This was especially true after the bizarre incident when they found spies and dangerous men hidden in a temporary underground bunker site they built within the gated community's park. Oh my God of Science! Children play and run there! ('0')

The matter caused so much panic that now, security was tightened and even military dogs were purchased and stationed to sniff out gunpowder, poison and other dangerous smells. Butler Sheng calmly took all letters and unnecessary advertisements and items that came with the mail. Across the street in the villa opposite, a 61 year old woman was busy watching Butler Sheng with her bird watching Binoculars. From here, she couldn't see much of the property she was spying on. Everything she could see was through the golden barred gates. At this height and distance, she could see through the gates, along the road leading straight up to the Main Mansion. "Emiko, are you spying on the neighbors again?" "Aish… what do you mean by spying? I'm just protecting the neighborhood, that's all… I tell yah, there's something really strange going on in that place." Her husband rolled his eyes heavenwards, playing Go with himself as he typically did. As they say, Go was a game of strategy that the rich loved to master. Many times, business bonds were made through Go. If you asked them, it was the best strategic game to understand a person's strengths and character. So why not play with one's self in their spare time? "Call it whatever you want, but it still won't change the fact that you're spying on the neighbors." The woman didn't concern with her husband anymore, knowing he wouldn't understand. Then, just then , she saw one of those scenes she could hardly explain. Whoom! One of the piles of paper the butler was carrying, suddenly– went into flames. "Ahhh!" She yelled animatedly. "You see, you see! He made fire just like that! Ichi, come here and take a look!" She saw it! She saw it! He blew at the paper and it went into flames!

Ichi, who was pulled up by his wife, had to also see what this crazy old woman was so worried about. He too looked through the binoculars, but all he saw was a man holding a lighter underneath the burning paper. (-_-)

Could it be time for his wife to get her daily dose of medication, or was it that she thought herself to be a stone age woman who didn't know that lighters could create fire? "Darling, I think you need to go out more often." "WHAT THE hell are you talking about?" "See for yourself." "This…" the woman's jaw dropped in disbelief. "I… No! It didn't happen like this… I–"

"Come now, honest, it's time for your morning walk." "(-_-)"

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Sensing that the duo had left, Butler Sheng chuckled, finding it always amusing to play with the body woman opposite their villa.

Stepping into the Villa, he finally became serious. Everyone was here. Time to leave.