Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? - Chapter 615 Where Is He?

Chapter 615  Where Is He?

[Take a deep breath, Mr. president… Because it will be your last.]

Those were the last things President Ghant heard while feeling a strange hand jump out of the mirrors to grab him from the back. The next thing he knew, he was standing in a truly hideous and worm-down world, staring at the giant creature from earlier, Camilla, and an ugly version of himself looking at him with a grim but victorious smile. Who is he? Ghant unfortunately received no answers because before he could react, the mirror that was watery earlier, was now solidifying, trapping him in this apocalyptic world while the other 3 on the other side were now slowly leaving the basement without even giving him a single stare. Well, only Camilla turned back and blew him a teasing kiss that made his insides explode with fear and furry. However, another thing shocked him greatly. After her teasing actions, her face changed into a ghastly one that made him scream for his dear life. WHAT? Ghant felt the world was now too strange and frightening than before. Blugh~

He wasted no time puking and spitting out all his intestines from everything he just witnessed. However, this was just the beginning. “No! No! You can’t trap me here!” Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Ghant didn’t know how many times he banged at the sealed mirror before him. Soon, his throat became raw from yelling, but he still persisted and banged with all his might. No!

The mirror itself was now disappearing! What should he do now? Ghant’s pale cheeks trembled vigorously, as he kept staring at the now empty space with bloodshot eyes. Who will believe it?

… Who will believe that the true President of Vardos was now trapped away in some mysterious space? If anyone ever said any such thing, they would definitely be locked up in a Looney bin till the day they died. Yet, it was the truth. Monsters… they really did exist?

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Sweat poured from Ghant’s forehead, with him now feeling the need to smoke. He was almost out… Should he have stayed back in the Red House despite the troubles, he might have had a chance to wait it out while awaiting Wiggins’s rescue. Bam! His fist slammed the ground in protest. How can this happen to him? Was Doyle in on it too? He wondered, recalling how Camilla had started that Doyle had sent her over. Even when he secretly messaged Doyle during their conversation, the guy also agreed for him to go with Camilla. Ghant felt he was having a splitting headache just trying to wrap everything around his little head. A part of him was still in denial, wishing and hoping that this was all a bad dream… a bad dream he now desperately wanted to wake up from. But he had no time to continue dwelling on the past, because in barely 4 seconds after the mirror vanished, a stream of eerie laughter now bellowed from behind him. Heh-heh-heh~

Ghant slowly and robotically turned his face behind him, and completely fell on his butt with his breathing becoming ragged and heavy. His hands now covered his mouth and his eyes had completely widened unnaturally. The beings he stared at, had 1 or 2 normal human parts, but the rest of them were completely grotesque. “My, my, my… it’s not every day we find a human in these parts.” “Human, do you know you come from the species we hate the most? Do you know that our archenemies are your kind?” “Good… good… Since you’re down here in our world, it will only be a matter of time before the essence of you fades, allowing us to devour you whole!” It was funny that these shadows were talking about themselves, but all Ghant could hear was roars and absolute gibberish. He couldn’t understand anything they said. Ghahhhh!!!~

The figures growled furious when staring at Ghant. But what Ghant was quick to notice, was that no matter how hard they wished to advance, their feet seemed planted on the ground. No… some of them indeed moved, but moved in the opposite direction they wished to. It… it was almost as if they were being controlled by an invisible force. .

Phew~

Ghant secretly let out a sign of relief, knowing that if he doesn’t come close to them, they too won’t get close to him. As of sensing his thoughts after seeing his relief, his creatures only grew 50 times angrier instead. “Are you kicking us for your kind having control over us?” “Dammit, human, you can laugh now, but when the darkness comes into your world and our enemies are asleep, we will be free to move!” Again with the gibberish. Ghant couldn’t understand a single thing they said. However, seeing the vicious smiles plastered on their faces, he knew that they were definitely planning something evil. So should he stick around and wait for them to free themselves and attack him? Definitely not.

Ghant took several deep breaths, trying to force his body to wake up and move. Looking all around him, the entire place had the same layout as the world he was used to. Only that every building was either burning continuously or so broken down that every step one takes inside would form a hole on the floors. So unsafe. Again, there were vehicles and every human thing you can imagine in here, in the exact spot it now stood in the human world. Only, these vehicles were badly worn out, rusted, flipped upside down and even burnt to a crisp. From afar, he could shoot a gas station with a massive crack that from this distance, it looked like it was deep enough to reach the center of the world. It burns…

The air was filled with specs of ashes and burning-paper-like fragments. His nostrils had long begun to itch, thanks to the overwhelming smell of gas, burnt flesh, and sulfur. The stench alone kept making Ghant gag and gag till he felt the need to never look at good again in his lifetime. After today, he felt that no human could be described as ugly, and no human place could be described as smelly either. What was even more jarring was the strange sun in this place that burnt even the hairs on his arms and bodies. This sun seemed several times closer to the ground than the sun he was used to. It burned and made every ace hot and flammable. And the more Ghant analyzed, the more his body resisted to attempt to move forward. ‘Come on, Ghant, you have to find a safe place to hide or build your fort in.’

In a strange world with so many bizarre monsters, safety, shelter, food and protective weapons were the first things he must acquire! Like so, Ghant forced himself to move amid the cracked and overly heated roads, while listening to eerie and cruel laughter from close-by and afar. Of course, there were also the sounds of monsters fighting, and explosions happening every now and then thanks to the strange sun above. ‘Wiggins, you old fool… will you ever be able to find me anymore?’ Ghant wished he could be hopeful, but a part of him knew the truth. No one will ever believe what just happened to him. So no one will ever know the truth. Marking on after picking up a rusted metal hammer, Ghant now missed his family dearly. Vardos… my Vardos…

A part of Ghant knew he would never see Vardos Country again. However, as a president and one who had military training in the past, he knew the importance of keeping moral up. A battle is already lost when one thinks it is. So despite the unprecedented situation he found himself in, Ghant clenched his fists, determined to survive as long as he possibly could in this world. …

“Mr. President, where are you?” Wiggins’ face turned grim when staring at the chaotic Red House. What? There was a shootout within the Red House? How come? How did their security become so weak that mere protesters could march in and shoot at the president at will? It wasn’t just Wiggins who felt a heavy slap on the face, but all the other Vardos disciples and elders people too. They felt they were dreaming when staring at the colossal mess before them. What was this? World War 1? No! This was the 21st century! They had all sorts of cool spy technologies implanted in all corners of the Red House. No one can even go in without having their faces scanned and information brought up in a blink of an eye. This Red House was like a fortress from top to bottom. With a single hit of a bottom, it could become a barricade and doomsday shelter, blocking anyone from going out, and anything from coming in. So how did this happen? The more they listened, the more they felt there was something wrong about the matter. And only when they heard the words of a few, did they understand what was going on here. “Sir, according to the footage, President Ghant was rescued by Miss Camilla and taken away using one of the presidential choppers.” “_” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om