Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

"Galtonnium!"

The many pieces of fabric lowered strands from their chunks until they formed a single rope touching the ground.

Following that, they stretched several other pieces horizontally as though they were holding hands.

Dorian elapsed his hands, and a powerful blue force clashed out.

"Asteroid, Vismo."

Whoosh!

The fabrics holding hands began to spin rapidly.

The threads still touching the ground stayed put as they spun.

The whole thing gave an illusion of a grant wall formed around the space.

The grounds shook and began rotating.

BRRRRuui~

The spot to the North was slowly moving to the South.

The one to the east was moving to the West. And vice versa West was to East, and South was to North.

The entire space within the 'wall' was slowly turning, like a dial on a bank safe.

Dorian's eyes were closed, feeling everything around him.

And when the grounds were turned and positioned at the right place precisely, the entire space lit up with a faint purplish energy.

Demonic. Yet, there was also a thin golden wisp, as thin as a hair strand but as short as one's fingernail, floating softly above the ground.

The demonic energy quickly cowered to the edges of the formation, afraid of that tiny wisp.

Loki, Loki, Loki…

It's yours, isn't it?

"Retract!"

Dorian retracted his many threads spinning across the space, just in time to watch the golden piece fly towards another corner.

After it!

Dorian took off without delay, dashing through the woods in a completely opposite direction for 15 minutes. Mind you, this was 15 minutes with his speed.

For an ordinary person to rush through the space, to the hilly slides, down the rocky path, across the streams, and move in this manner, you best believe they would take hours just to hike properly and safely.

Dorian chased the wisps until he came to another open clearing.

The golden piece was no longer rushing, only floating around the spot.

Dorian did the same thing earlier, uncovering yet another wisp from this space. The 2 combined and flew in another direction.

Just like that, he found another space for this matter.

[Host, it's a giant formation.]

'Hmmmm...'

From the start, he could see that all those 3 spaces were arrays. And sure enough, all spaces turned their directions, facing the center.

The biggest and most powerful array should be there.

Swish!

Dorian followed the wisp, arriving at the center.

He took out several pieces of paper, folding them into human structures, before blowing at them with an echoing chant as though he was doing some ritual.

~Shw Shw Shw Shw Shw~

Grow.

The paper men cracked and switched, growing to Dorian's size. And with their master's command, they headed back to the other 3 formations.

'To destroy the formation, I need to do it all at once, at the exact same time.'

Even a 1-second delay would be disastrous.

Dorian already felt it.

This should be one of the many formations probably scattered across this world that would unless hell on earth when the day dee-day came. They created a giant gateway shoulder from the heavens thanks to Loki's wisp.

Dorian squinted his eyes dangerously.

Ist how many are there in this world? 20, 100, 500?

It's safe to say every country and continent could have these gateways created. Even across the seas, anything was possible.

'If I destroy them, our chances will be higher.' Dorian thought.

But he had to act fast before whatever war was going on down below ended.

If the enemy finds out things weren't as they initially thought, things will get ugly. But at least they did it.

Of course, there were many other gateways, whether in this world or the next. But those gateways could carry little quantities at a time, unlike these gateways he was sure could allow tens of thousands to appear at once.

Hell!

That would be a disaster.

The population in the underworld was far more than the population of 900 Thousand planets combined.

If you let them all hop in all at once, do you know how overwhelmed they, exorcists, would be?

Of course, if too many underworld beings arrived all at once, it would alert the heavens.

But you see, Loki was a master at finding loopholes. It all had to do with the battle day itself when the planets would all align, as well as the use of the Dilaila stone, his wisps, and other factors.

For now, they can't use these gateways until that fateful day.

So... Why not destroy them all?

This matter had to be on his agenda. Once the Academy elders are well versed in destroying them, then and only then would he allow them to do so without his guidance.

One mistake could alert the connecting gates in the underworld. And then, the enemy would know something was wrong. For now, he'll destroy them on

The system was sweating buckets, watching the operation as though he was watching Dorian diffuse a bomb.

Red wire... Blue wires... Green wires...

Heavens!

Even it was anxious, unlike Dorian, who seemed unphased, carefully working on this last array.

This time, he didn't use any pieces of fabric but made his paper men also stand around the entire clearing.

They drew exactly what he drew, creating a fake replica of the array, but placing several reverse spells and other illusionary spells.

1, 2, 3...

Bam!

Dorian and all his power men, including those in the other open spaces, clashed their palms and did the same movements.

They moved their hands in a circular manner, leaving a bluish light wherever their hands passed. And, low and behold, the grounds rumbled for a brief moment, settling down almost immediately.

[Host, the final wisp is out safely.]

The system was excited, looking at the wisp that now joined the other above the space.

[Host, I can store the wisp in my space if you like. Because my master is more powerful than Loki.]

The system was proud.

That's right. What was Loki before its master? It could contain Loki's wisps without a problem.

'No.'

Why would he bring that sneaky fellow into his private space?

This guy was a master of finding loopholes. One day, he might pry into the system's matter. So why risk it?

As of sensing his decision, the collective wisp faded away, and Dorian felt its essence vanish from the world... Probably to head back to Loki.

Heh.

That's the thing you wanted him to keep? Impossible!

He felt those wisps carried Loki's intelligence. So no way. He would rather it vanish than keep it in his space or the Academy.

You have to know that even now, Loki was unaware of the academy's existence. And even if he knew, Dorian was certain that he wouldn't be able to enter without Dorian's permission.

How to say it? Dorian had a hunch that the system's true master wasn't to be trifled with. Even Loki might have to make a U-turn when seeing that master.

Only with Dorian can Loki enter the academy or see the system's space.

So why risk bringing him inside, making it easier for that trickster?

Dorian would never willingly give that guy any edge over him.

His work was already this difficult. So why stress him further?

What's even more annoying was that Loki was in the category of people he found 'noisy.'

...

'It's done.'

Dorian left the scene, vanishing towards the exact place he was dropped off earlier.

He could indeed rush back into the city on his own but prepared to take a drive back, watching the many underworld creatures swimming amongst the humans.

If everyone should know that they had so many creatures moving around them, what would they do?

They crossed the street with these beings, drove vehicles, and did other activities thinking they were alone; some even had ghosts around their homes.

The first thing he did when he arrived at his hotel room earlier was to eradicate the ghosts hanging there.

Each one had a story, though many couldn't remember what they were called.

This meant they had stayed too long after death and were slowly consumed by evil, doing tricks and other harmful things to humans.

The 2 in his hotel room wanted to kill him by pushing a vase over his head.

Such a low-level ghost kill showed that though they had died for a long time, they were still relatively new in this matter. After all, they couldn't be like the deadly 3,000 years old ghost with super powerful skills, knowing they died barely 50 years ago.

It takes time for a ghost to learn to move objects without passing through them. It took time for them to change, that is, if they weren't devoured by other beings around them.

[Host, you should call that driver.]

'Hmmm...'

If his predicament were accurate, this guy should be experiencing his blood disaster as they speak.

Now, his survival would depend on whether he heeded Dorian's words or not.