Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? Chapter 680 Who Are you Really, Host?

What entity was he, precisely? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha~

A grim and unsettling chuckle escaped Dorian. He was recalling his true identity. And judging by Beelzebub's deathly pale countenance, it appeared he, too, had remembered who Dorian genuinely was. The simple shift into his current attire caused Beelzebub to shudder, desperately retreating through the air. "You-you-you-you-you…" was all that Beelzebub could stammer out.

What in the world was transpiring? Not only were the Titans and the other three Princes confounded, but even Butler Sheng, Ghu Sota, and the entirety of the globe were baffled by this new turn of events. And Beelzebub, where had his earlier arrogance vanished to? He resembled a man who had seen a specter materialize before his very eyes. The unfolding scene was thick with a suffocating tension, a palpable dread that permeated the atmosphere.

"It… it is him…" Beelzebub stammered, his voice quivering as if the words themselves bore an unbearable burden.

Him who? Many remained bewildered, but Beelzebub’s gaze upon Dorian was unequivocally clear. "It is the…" "Yes?" "…The ACCOUNTANT." Impossible!

YOU LIE!

A wave of incredulity washed over the surroundings. Do you comprehend the sheer insanity of the Accountant? Whispers of his name echoed in both the heavens and the underworld. He was an entity capable of manifesting in any realm, at any given moment. A saying persisted: one would be better off provoking the Almighty and surviving than incurring the wrath of the Accountant. His pronouncement caused Asmodeus, Lucifer, Belphegor, and several Titans who had followed Beelzebub’s gaze to instantly turn ashen. It was as if merely uttering that name had conjured a phantom from their deepest terrors.

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"The WHAT?" Lucifer's voice fractured like a brittle whip, his usual authoritative tone now tinged with an uncharacteristic edge of alarm.

This time, all the princes seized Beelzebub's neck, desperate to extract answers.

"How can he…" Asmodeus whispered, his voice a mere breath.

They shook their heads in unison, as if attempting to banish the thought from their minds.

No… no way… no way. Their heads swayed in disbelief. NO.

"NO!" Belphegor's cry shattered the tense silence, yet his defiance felt hollow. He simply could not believe they were referring to *that* Accountant… could they?

The Accountant? Butler Sheng and several disciples with hearing sharper than ordinary individuals all furrowed their brows in confusion. Who was this figure known as the Accountant? Asmodeus and the others swallowed arduously, still finding the notion improbable. What on earth were they contemplating? That this young man, who distinctly exuded a human-like aura, was *that* Accountant? Following their initial fear and denouncement, they suddenly struggled to accept it. "Brother, are you not mistaken?" "Indeed, the Accountant is a formidable being, one who resides in the highest echelons of the heavens." Who is this damned Accountant? A being who Accounts for ALL realms. This clearly implies his ability to traverse all planes—Heavenly, Worldly, and the Underworld—without hindrance.

Encountering him proves more challenging than glimpsing the Almighty. Even numerous celestial entities and supreme beings in the heavens were unaware of his appearance. Yet, make no mistake, he was present… His might was so immense that his mere sigh could precipitate cataclysmic events in the heavens. And when he was enraged, all beings, even those in the Underworld, could perceive his fury emanating from above. Beelzebub would forever recall the day he inadvertently witnessed this entity before his descent into the underworld. As an angel, he had duties. Upon completing a specific assignment, he visited one of the primary Halls involved in the processing of souls. It was then that he chanced upon The Accountant attempting to discreetly find respite. Following him was the accountant's aide. It was the assistant's voice that allowed Beelzebub to ascertain his identity. The Accountant!

Belphegor and the others frowned. "But if he was the Accountant from the beginning, why did you not recognize him when you were pulverizing him earlier? Again, we ask… Brother, are you certain you are not mistaken?"

Beelzebub inclined his head with a wry twist.

"That is the peculiar aspect," he confessed. "Even now, his visage remains elusive to my memory. It's as if my mind actively resists retaining the image—utterly beyond my comprehension."

Beelzebub closed his eyes, striving to recall the moment with greater clarity. "His presence was… overwhelming. It wasn't merely power—it was precision. Control. His movements possessed an efficiency that bordered on the unnatural, each step meticulously calculated and deliberate. His attire… It is all becoming clear to me now."

Facing this being, Beelzebub felt an instinctual alarm blare within him. The Accountant—it was him, undeniably. Loki's eyes widened in disbelief, his form flickering and vanishing as he retreated to his celestial prison. Almighty God! Why was the human he'd been toying with the fucking Accountant? Loki, while perhaps not entirely sane, was not delusionally so. This Accountant, much like the other Being who had visited his cell, emanated a potent, authoritative aura that commanded obedience. He'd had his fill of amusement for the day and yearned to retire for several decades. A close observer would have noticed his frame trembling like a sodden, weak hound as he fled.

The system was utterly stunned, bewildered, and disoriented. What in the world? [Host… host… you… you are the Accountant?]

Dorian let out an amused chuckle. 'In the flesh, little system.' The rewards the system had bestowed upon him were, in fact, his own possessions – items he deemed insignificant. Yet, in the mortal world, countless individuals would beg and kill for a fraction, even a minuscule percentage, of such treasures. Dorian's brow furrowed. Ah, it was starting… as he often remarked: Unpleasant noise. Dorian had resolved his course of action, and Beelzebub, with a singular, crystal-clear thought, was determined to flee. But just as he prepared to turn, he felt dark shadows envelop him. What? Did you truly believe it would be that simple? A sinister grin spread across Dorian's lips as he extended a single finger, drawing the titans, the princes, and all the other powerful figures nearer. Well now, it appears it is my turn to enjoy myself.