Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

One by one, Dorian checked their markings.

And after several checks, he was now certain of what he was dealing with.

A Yazoju.

One with roughly similar strength to himself.

If it were before, he would be no match for it.

That's why he had taken so long to put it to sleep.

Dorian frowned, feeling half of his strength drained.

Luckily, he had long been improving his strength.

And because they were similar in power, he couldn't be rash. Every wrong move was an advantage to his enemy.

'I'm still too weak!'

Dorian was annoyed.

At the late stage of the 4th Dan, he could defeat underworld creatures younger than 800 years.

Unlike what some fantasy books would have one think, these creatures could live for a billion years.

So even an 800-year-old creature was still considered too weak.

If Lilith, who lived from the beginning of time, came to attack him, just blinking would turn him to dust if she wanted to.

Everyone sat in horror, listening to Dorian.

"Grandmaster... So for now, we can only keep it dormant?"

"Yes... Hostages are involved."

A moment of heavy silence followed.

Donghai's tongue bobbed against his throat.

"Grandmaster... Then what about my team and I... Will we truly be safe from its attacks while we sleep at night?"

Dorian lazily glanced at Donghai. But this move only made Donghai's heart jump, thinking Dorin was annoyed

"Grandmaster! I don't mean to doubt your skills."

"Hmm... You'll be fine."

After all, apart from being confident in his skills, he would also be tagging along every now, and then only the case got officially solved.

So with him by their side, they were bound to be protected.

As for sleeping at night, since he said they'd be fine, they'll be fine.

Additionally, he would also give them talismans to keep ward of any other evil beings.

Just being marked meant they carried a certain gloomy and ominous air around them.

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Everyone received their several talismans, placing them around their necks.

And the moment the stones came in contact with their flesh, they only felt warm air circulate within them.

Their bodies were kinky lighter and their moods better. The gloomy aura they were infected with seemed to fade into oblivion.

Even their faces had regained their usual warmth.

Good. Good...

They felt the instantaneous changes, believing more and more in the talisman.

"Keep it on you at all times... It will also keep the things in you dormant for as long as I live."

Though they all nodded vigorously, their thoughts were distracting thinking of becoming Dorian's bodyguards.

For as long as you live?

Wipe! Didn't this mean that if he accidentally died, then it was all over for them?

Deep down, they all secretly swore to check up on Dorian from time to time.

Meaning they would also go out of their way to check his worldly affairs... Like the rumors, they were hearing about his uncle.

If that bastard even tried to kill the Grandmaster, they would be the first ones to come after him.

You want to destroy their lifeline? Think again!

(*π*)

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Like so, Dorian handled their matter, scheduling to see them later on in the evening.

He was a busy man, having a lot to do... Especially with the academy soon opening its doors.

After paying for the Grandmaster's services, the gang all stood to take their leave.

"One last thing, Grandmaster... What about the bodies we found? Is touching them going to Mark those who do?"

Dorian shook his head sideways.

"No... The creature chooses and marks who it deems more palatable."

Palatable. So he, Donghai, was tasty?

Tch!

He didn't like the sound of this!

Dorian nodded.

"Though you have a noble and clean aura, I can still see several silver lines running across. They all showed that you have indeed claimed some lives. Killing is killing. However, a person who kills with bad intent has purplish-black lines running through their aura, intertwined with red. But yours is silver, which is common for clean and noble officers."

Donghai was shocked.

The Grandmaster could even see this much?

(°0°)

Throughout his profession, he had never aimed to kill.

As police officers, they were taught to catch the culprits alive. And only if necessary should they take a life.

So he would shoot his enemies on their feet, thighs or anywhere else that wasn't fatal.

Of course, his best place to aim was to his enemy's hands, knocking their guns off.

Only at mass shootouts or in heavily shooting environments would he shoot to kill.

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In the end, because his motives were noble, the heavens wouldn't hold him accountable for that.

That's why his killing line was silver.

If he turned into a bad cop, actively shooting people maybe to hide his tracks, then that line would change colors.

And usually, most creatures won't even bother with Donghai since it would take too much effort.

But for a Yazoju, all it needed to do was drop Donghai in that mirror world.

There, good was bad and bad was good.

Hehhehehe... Just how long do you think he would survive without going bad?

There, Donghai would most definitely lose mind. And soon, he would actively taint himself.

In the end, the rewards would be so delicious for the creature to miss.

Donghai was a precious food source for many, if not all Yazojus.

~Gulp.

Listening to Dorian, Donghai was very uncomfortable.

Who knew that he was so appetizing to several creatures?

He had no tears but wanted to cry.

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"Grandmaster, with the creature asleep, this means that its hold in the bodies won't be able to infect others, right?"

What if another pure silver-lined person came in close contact with it?

"Don't worry. Its asleep. Meaning its hold on everything else is halted too. However, don't relax your guards yet. Check if there are any other cases of this nature... Others might still be in the city!"

"Yes!"

They replied.

"Good. Go back and continue your investigations... At 7... I'll be there."

For now, he had to create Academy portals across the city.

And while he worked, others lurking in the dark also worked as well.

Far down below, turmoil was about to erupt.

Boom!

The grounds shook for the umpteenth time.