Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?



Everyone was dumbfounded, still wondering what the hell Wiggins meant by calling all 11 monsters.

Could it be that they have done so much hidden crime that they were now seen as psychotic monsters?

No matter how Wiggins might explain it, their reasonable brains just couldn't take the hint.

People like Dalahali who had a wild imagination, had already conjured up another gruesome scene in his mind.

"You bastards! Did you kidnap others and torture them cruelly?"

Berry slapped his forehead, once again questioning how Dalahali rose to his current ranks with his brain. 

They said these people were monsters, how else were they supposed to say it? Should they bring a challenge board and write it down?

Never in his imagination did he think he would be stuck teaching this group of people Grammar. 

Of course, he was only thinking this because he knew of the existence of monsters. 

Had he been in their shoes, he too would question them, not believing it at all!

Everyone was still confused when suddenly, something too bizarre happened.

Blink. Blink!

The lights flickered crazily.

Although some sunlight penetrate the windows, the vast space was so ground that the lights must always be kept on day or night when in use.

Shrm!

The blinds suddenly came down, shielding most of the sunlight and allowing them to wallow underneath the flickering lights.

Too strange!

Calling it warrior instincts, but like animals in the wild they could sense something dangerous was about to happen.

Immediately, their hearts fell into their bellies. 

What? Did Wallace and his group bring enemies into the building? 

Were they trying to cut off their power supply? 

With no time to waste, those behind Wiggins formed a circular formation, everyone having each other's back, leaving the center empty. 

They dare those bastards to try sneaking up on them. 

Everyone hunched down for cover, flipping several tables in a heartbeat and using them as shields. 

But seeing as Wiggins, Berry, Harry, Julius and their team still stood as still as stones, everyone couldn't help wondering if they were wrong.

Blink. Blink!

NOPE! The blinking lights said they guessed correctly. So why wasn't Wiggins' group moving? Importantly, why was it getting so chilly all of a sudden? 

(•w•)

Cold... 

The temperatures dropped too fast, as their breaths now caused fog wherever they spoke or breathed. 

How can this be happening? This doesn't make any sense at all!

Even if temperatures have to drop, how can they fall so fast in just a few seconds?

This was just too unscientific!

How did Wallace's group do it? Did they have a supersonic high-freezing never-seen-before technology built into the room?

Colder and colder, the room grew, with the icy winds sending chas the chills crawling up everyone's spine. 

Who am I? What am I? Where am I? 

Everyone was about to question the matter further when they suddenly got a glimpse of Wallace's oddly flying hair. 

F***me sideways! 

What were they just seeing? 

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Wallace still had his head down, so they couldn't see his expression or face. 

But that didn't stop them from watching his hair float as if each strand was alive on its own. 

And when he finally raised his head everyone could only feel they were staring into a never-ending abyss that made their traits constrict in jorr.

Oh, My GOD!

Many fell, pointing their trembling fingers and using their butts to move back in fear. 

"M-M-Monster"

"You think?" Wiggins retorted, gloating his hands angrily. 

Hello? 

'What have I been trying to tell you all just now? Was I speaking with water in my mouth? I said Monster!'

Monster? Minster? 

The word echoed across the scene, as many turned pale while hiding behind the desks like they were soldiers in world war I hiding within their trenches. 

Their hands trembled greatly, their bodies jerked nonstop and many suddenly had the feeling of finding a cigarette. 

Mommy... 

Were they dreaming? 

Nope! Many had a second look and immediately turned back in hiding, wishing they could do away with their eyes for life.

No! 

You don't understand. 

What they saw was only the beginning stages of the real transformation. 

And as all creatures began showing their true forms, every little thing in everyone's belly suddenly found itself on the floor.

Blugh~

The puke fest began, with many puking so hard their faces turned green.

Oh no God!

Thank the God of Science for the flickering lights because they don't know how they would've survived without a second of puking if they saw the creature in broad daylight. 

Many looked to one of the generals in their midst, touching his shoulders as if in remorse.

'Sorry bro. I used to call you. I used to think you were the ugliest person I have ever seen. But now, I know you are a charming prince compared to the many unknown beings in this world.'

[The ugly general who was still puking]: (-...-)

Should he be grateful then? 

Don't think just because you call him prince charming he didn't know you still think of him as ugly looking. 

This doesn't change anything!

.

Blugh~

Many just couldn't stop puking and gagging. 

Dalahaliand the other 8 who were closest to the monsters, only felt they were about to gag their intestines out at this rate. 

Oh, My God! 

When Wiggins said Monster, he truly meant monster?

Ugly was ugly, but the fear in them was true than any other emotion 

They were used to fighting against humans and not creatures of these sorts. 

The most annoying thing was that many found their bodies no longer obeyed their command, as they stayed frozen in ace as if under a spell.

'Run, you bastard! Run!'

Dalahali commanded his legs but got no response after his eyes had transmitted the final form of Wallace's transformation to his brain. 

Bahahhahahahah~

Wallace's ghoulish laughter echoed within the room, making many tremble controllable. 

His laughter was like the sounds of a million goats being throttled on a farm. It was just too eerie and disturbing to the human ear. 

And let's not talk about that body that released hideous worms and bugs where he shook. 

Wallace had hair that flew about like snakes and a mouth that stretched from his forehead to his chin like a zipper.

But what did they see, he had no eyes but a ghostly hunched body that kept dripping water. 

Whenever the strange bluish water droplets touched the ground, it would turn into bluish mist, shrouding him in an even thicker coating of fog.

At this point, he was like a creature that stalked one in the shadows despite him being in front of them.

The other monsters were equally terrifying, with some being half-fish half-bear, and others taking on images they never knew could exist. 

But this wasn't the time to dilly dally 

"Now!" 

Wiggins quickly threw the talisman coin Dorian had given him and an avatar/clone of Dorian appeared. 

Of course, what happened next was what always happened when one is watching the Grandmaster's operations.

Hey... are you scared? Nope, not anymore.

It should be said that they were amazed instead, as many people confidently peeked at the blockbuster battle, no longer trying to hide anymore.

Well, they had to admit that Wallace's group was indeed a pitiful bunch to get targeted by the Grandmaster. 

Sigh... 

Berry shook his head wryly, calmly taking a seat and even raising his hands from the table from time to time whenever the grandmaster slid one of the monsters across.

It could be his illusion but he thought he saw tears in Wallace's eyes. 

'Sorry, bro. Who asked you to be a monster?'

"Coffee?"

One of the guards brought in refreshments, not bothering about the chaos behind her.

Hey... if you had been with them during the rescue mission, you would know this was nothing compared to the Grandmaster's true abilities. 

This... this... this... 

Dalahali and the others were speechless from Wiggins' group's operation, opening and closing their mouths severally with nothing to say. 

(-^-)

"D-d-decaf please." 

Dlahali held his teacup, only to realize how much his body was shaking. 

His body couldn't stop trembling, causing the coffee to spill onto the carpets. 

He swore today would be a day he will never forget in his life. 

Others were just like him, holding their cups with no intention or stomach to take a sip at all.

Hell!

How can these people drink anything after seeing such a disgusting sight? Many felt they might never eat again till they die! 

But what they didn't know was that Wiggins and the others also had such a psychological burden because ever since they returned from their rescue mission, they had been forcing themselves to eat, knowing their bodies needed fuel to stay alive.

What? Do you think they enjoy it? 

No way!

Everything since then always tastes like cardboard in their mouths.

It was amazing how the human brain can control one's taste perception due to psychological burdens.

Anything that went into their mouths now was only done because it needed to.

... 

Tink. Tink. Tink. 

The cups trembled, as the show progressed. 

Unlike the real Dorian, his avatar did take a longer time to deal with the monsters.

Wallace just couldn't understand how he and his group of monsters lost... But they did.

Finally the last monster was put down the avatar performed an exorcism, before clenching the room and nodding to Wiggin's group.

Brrrmmm!

The symbol on the coin slowly erased itself and the coin now turned ordinary. 

Done! 

It was finally over.

Goodbye, Wallace, and good riddance!