Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? - Chapter 613 Finally Here

Chapter 613  Finally Here

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Today started off like any other day. Ghant rose from his bed, still feeling deep pains from the failed assasination attempts on his life a few days ago. Truthfully, this was the first time he had experienced such a dangerous assasination attempt. No one has ever shot at him in public, as though he was a common criminal or tyrant that the world hated to see. Ghant swore that he tried his best as President of Vardos. Yes, he had some aspects he failed to uphold. But for the most part, people called him one of Vardos’ greatest Presidents. So how come in under the twinkle of an eye, he turned into a man most hated by the public? For the first time, he, President Ghant, stood outdoors before the large congregation of raging people, and witnessed all the hard work the police and military had to do to keep so many rebilters away. Don’t think that the Press conference was peaceful until the bullets were shot. Nope. There was no peace from beginning to end. From the start, the reason it seemed peaceful was all due to the militia keeping various troublemakers in line at the far, far, far back. Hiss!~

His shoulder hurt like hell whenever he attempted moving. Yes, they moved the bullet embedded in his arm, but the pain was still there, making his heart race unnaturally whenever he tried lifting the arm. Sigh~

Ghant sighed when staring out his massive balcony doors of glass that allowed him to stare at the vast skies above.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Oval Room. Ghant slowly rose to his feet and soon made his way to the desk at the corner. The room, usually filled with the hum of activity, was now eerily quiet. Ghant seemed to feel the weight of Vardos now resting on his shoulders. Bam! He accidentally slammed his left foot on his bench. ‘This is the 3rd time today that I’m hitting my left foot.’ He felt he was particularly distracted, even though he seemed calm. Of course, if this world believed in superstitions, he would know that hitting one’s left leg severely was a sign of bad luck coming one’s way sooner or later. Ghant didn’t know why, but for some reason, he has been feeling very over the edge since he woke up. Compared to the other days he awoke in pain, he felt that today might be a day he would surely remember for the rest of his life.

But why? … Why did he feel this way? Pup~

Ghant listened to the secret message left for him from Wiggins, and soon found the stone in his heart now gone. Hahahahahaha~

A smile slowly crept on his haggard face. [Mr. President, the Capital is no longer safe. I’ll come and get you this afternoon. So get ready.]

Good, good… good… He, Ghant, didn’t feel so safe in the Red House anymore. He didn’t know how to explain it, but he felt that he was living among enemies and snakes. He could already feel the negative energy brooding in the atmosphere from many of his Party Members, secretaries and ministers of State who pushed for war, despite his stance for Peace. Well, this afternoon, his old buddy will come and get him out. As for telling Doyle and the others of his plans, he didn’t want to now. It’s not that he was running away, but he would like to be among people he 100% trusted. It was odd to say that he used to feel that Doyle was among those he trusted with his life. However, his intuition these past few days told him that he should keep his movements hidden from Doyle for now. Like so, Ghant prepared for his secret escape, not knowing that life had other plans for him that would leave him scarred for a very long time. …

Vmmm~

Wiggins, Berry, Dalahali, Harry, Julius, and several Vardos leaders all appeared outside the Portal, alongside Chan-ki, Bewoh and several other non-Vardos elders within the sect. Bewoh and Raulin used to be one the Grandmaster’s bodyguards before they became the first group of elders within the academy. Their strength was unfathomable, far above the other elders who came in later on. Bewoh used to be head Bodyguard. One could say that if Butler Sheng went around, then he would always be second in command taking over. That has always been the chain of command among them. Bewoh has grown his skills greatly, and is now famous for using 3 major weapons during his battles. Bewoh was the sort of person to keep order among a group. He was organized and always had a level-headed plan within his thoughts. Whenever Bewoh is around, it was hard not to automatically assign him to be leader. He was just a naturally born leader that many agreed to follow. Chan-ki on the other end, was a little playful, albeit not as playful as Haru. Chan-ki used to be a very disbelieving person in the past too. He was the type of people whose motto was: See before belief. He had to see it with his 2 eyes to believe anything, even something as possible as a car accident happening to someone around him. But oh well… after realizing that there were all sorts of monsters in this world, Chan-ki found that he could believe just about anything right now. For Chan-ki, the stronger he grew, the more spiritual weapons he acquired too. He now not only pissed a whip, but also pissed spiritual nunchucks and a few other flexible weapons too. What he and many elders and disciples found was that you can’t possibly learn how to use all weapons except you’re the Grandmaster. Again, those who chose the way of the sword or have great affinity with the sword will find it easy to master any weapon similar to a sword in affinity. But if they attempted to learn any other weapon, they typically filed greatly. Again, there are over 20 types of swords, some curved, some straight, some bendy and some too thin or too fat. Each sword type had its own way of practice. So even if you have sword affinity, you might only be able to learn 3~4 true sword types while growing your sword. Those who choose Katana, might struggle a bit when using a Sabre.

That being said, don’t think a sword was similar to a daggers or a Sai. If anyone in this world saw the movie Elektra, they would know what a Sai was. A Sai was like a short sword that was elbow-to-wrist length long. Those with affinities for Sais and daggers, found it difficult fighting with longer weapons like swords or staffs. It just wasn’t their thing. …

Stepping out the alleyway the group now stood in disbelief at the chaos all around them. Shopping carts were turned over, tires were being burned at the center of the streets, people punched and kicked each other ruthlessly, with someone even rushing up to a single mother, attempting to rape her, while another attempted to strange her baby instead. Slash! A burning pain on the man’s back made him jump off the woman he was about to devour. “You bastards! Who the hell do you think you are to stop my wrath on these parts? Do you know how long I’ve gone without a woman?” As far as the man was concerned, it was all the President and the country’s fault for not providing him one. Chan-ki and everyone else were dumbfounded by the man’s ability to change black to white.

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Can you listen to yourself speak? Why don’t you look at yourself carefully and assess the true reasons why you can’t even score a date on your own? What does it have to do with the president or the country? Please, don’t keep blaming every little thing on them, okay? Several people rolled their eyes, appearing before the many troublemakers and pressing their account points so hard that these people fainted in a blink of an eye. “Thank you… thank you…” Several people thanked them with teary eyes and snotty noses.

Hey… it seems that if not for the need for food, they would have not risked their lives leaving their homes. Believe it or not, these were desperate times with people now bolting their doors and even adding extra security locking systems at their homes too. Seeing how chaotic their home had now become, Dalahali, Wiggins and several other Vardos people, all felt heavy in their hearts with sorrow. They have been protecting this country for decades, only to have it turn into an apocalyptic scene right under their own nostrils and you expect them not to feel down? “So this is the power of a horseman?” Terrible! They heard that the chaos has already spread to various nearby countries. And if left unchanged, the world will be plunged into darkness way before the enemy arrives. Think about it. Humanity would have expanded all their resources before then, using it to fight each other. And by the time the true war begins, what will they have left to lose the enemy with? Of course, even if there weren’t any wars, they still wouldn’t win if they used mortal weapons. In short, the enemy wanted them to fall into true despair, waging war among themselves, and depleting all their resources but by bit. And when the Big Day arrives, they will find that all they can do is cower and tremble before the enemy that appeared out of nowhere. Thankfully, they eliminated the Horseman of Famine a while back. Or else imagine this state of war and famine out together. Imagine there being a true scarcity of food acoyoled with this war Please! Humanity will start eating themselves before everyone knows it. …

With tactful stares, the group traversed across the busy and chaotic streets, eliminating troubles the closer they got to the Red House. But when they finally arrived on the scene, the one they came to take was nowhere to be found. (0_0)

‘Mr. President! Mr. President! Where are you?’