Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? Chapter 679 Host, Please Be Honest...

People often say that finding a charging bull in a herd of cows is rare. At this precise moment, the air hung still and crisp. The collective breaths of many, usually a steady rhythm, hitched and paused, their shock so profound it seemed to have rattled them to their very cores. A heavy silence descended, unbroken by foes, friends, livestock, or even the smallest creatures. Their ears registered the words spoken, yet their minds struggled to process the impossible. The entire world, encompassing demons, Titans, and princes alike, seemed frozen in disbelief. Their gazes remained fixed on the silhouette of a troublesome deity, one who had just profoundly toyed with them.

“Hey,” Loki declared, raising his hands in mock surrender. “It’s hardly my fault you were all so astonishingly blind to the truth, is it?” With his hands still aloft, he began to clap, a slow, rhythmic beat echoing in the stunned silence. It was clear he was thoroughly enjoying himself. “Well done.” Clap, clap, clap, clap~

“Honestly, I was beginning to feel disappointed,” Loki confessed, a wicked glee coloring his tone. “I truly thought the spectacle I’d secured front-row seats for was going to be a complete bore. But oh, how wrong I was!” Loki erupted into laughter, the sound of a true trickster reveling in the unfolding events. “I must admit, this development… I did not see it coming.” At this, every head slowly swiveled towards the figure of a single person—a person they had been utterly convinced was on the brink of death. Loki’s lips curled into an amused smile, his eyes still brimming with curiosity. “Human… I have traversed all the realms, and I can honestly say I have never encountered anyone quite like you.”

“I’m aware,” Dorian replied with a nonchalant air, mirroring Loki’s smirk with one of his own.

“He… he…”

“Grandmaster!!!”

Old Gia and several others could only blink in astonishment, too overcome with shock and elation to utter another word.

Wasn't this the same Grandmaster they had just witnessed enduring countless, brutal blows from Beelzebub? Yet here he was, now suspended in mid-air as if resting on an unseen perch. Though his body was still drenched in blood, it failed to diminish his inherent elegance.

“It’s YOU! You did it!” Beelzebub roared, his companions instinctively knowing this meddling human was responsible. “Human! You meddle far too much! Do you truly believe this little stunt of yours can prevent our ascension?”

“Despicable termite! I shall claim both your head and your soul for this!” The princes, incensed, surged forward towards Dorian without a moment's hesitation. Hmph! If they had managed to defeat him once, they were confident they could do it again. They cursed themselves for allowing this insignificant insect to recover simply because he had activated the Bony Finger technique. At this point, their previous caution was utterly abandoned.

Beelzebub’s form blurred, moving with such incredible speed that his afterimages seemed to hold him in place, his body elongating and stretching towards Dorian. “Human, this is where you meet your END!”

Whoosh! The collective speed of the four attackers was so immense it shattered the sound barrier, uprooting trees and sending disciples scattering with terrified expressions. My goodness! Four of the most formidable beings from the underworld, united against a single human. Even before reaching their target, the sheer force of their advance created widespread chaos, affecting everything for miles around.

Though the Grandmaster was now awake and levitating, his body remained a crimson mess. While he had somehow managed to seal the rift, they all felt this should have been a preemptive measure taken long before the war commenced. How he achieved this feat remained a mystery, but the instinctual feeling was that it *should* have been done earlier. After all, where could such strength possibly originate when he appeared so thoroughly vanquished?

His hair was plastered to his head, damp with blood. His uniform was stained crimson, and his entire demeanor screamed that he was utterly outmatched against these four powerful foes. It's over! It's all over! A collective wave of horror, fear, and worry washed over everyone as they watched, their eyes reflecting the dire situation for both themselves and Dorian. But then, a playful ripple of laughter escaped Dorian, interspersed with a symphony of dread.

“Forgive my appearance.” With the hand still bearing the Bony Finger, he casually ran it through his hair. What followed next caused many to wish they could be closer, to witness the incredible transformation. He was changing. His hair began to sleek back, moving as if possessed of its own will.

But the metamorphosis didn't cease. All traces of blood vanished in an instant, and his attire shifted dramatically in color and style. Once clad in black, his uniform now featured a striking division: the left side was midnight black, while the right side was a brilliant white, adorned with golden trim. Furthermore, the Bony Finger had transformed into an exquisite ring, one that inexplicably evoked a subconscious desire to kiss it. His eyes… His left eye remained unchanged, but his right eye now swirled like a white vortex, causing Beelzebub to freeze in abject horror.

“You—you—you—you—you!”

What was happening? The entire world, with the sole exception of a petrified Beelzebub, was utterly bewildered. Even the System itself seemed dumbfounded by this sudden, radical turn of events. What was transpiring? Who could possibly explain the source of this inexplicable surge of power coursing through Dorian?

[Initiating data analysis once more]

[Re-running the scrutiny protocol!]

The system muttered to itself, utterly bewildered, shocked, and frankly, terrified by the sheer power radiating from its host. The data consistently indicated the host was human. Human! Human! Human! The recurring results were the same, and the system yearned to wave its hands in frustration. Human? Impossible! Was the celestial scanning system completely inept? Could any ordinary human possess such formidable power sealed within their very soul? No! It was only at this moment that even the system, a pinnacle of existing technology, discovered a seal embedded deep within its host's soul. Yet, it insisted this being was still human? A blatant falsehood! The system was utterly dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, and shocked beyond all comprehension. Abruptly, its intangible legs began to move, observing its host as if a first-contact alien carefully approached a new world. Then, summoning its courage, it finally vocalized, its tone trembling. [Host… Host… Just what exactly are You?]

Dorian let out a soft chuckle, a playful amusement coloring his tone. 'Make a guess.'