Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 634  Regret

The bad at the front was playing the guitars beautifully, and many people's grind conjured true happiness. They suddenly felt it was a blessing to be alive. Here it comes… here it comes… It's time for their damsel to pick a lucky man or woman to spend the night with. Hmph! Many people's eyes had heated veins when raising their hands and acting like excited kindergarten children. "Damsel, pick me!"

"It should be me, damsel, no one loves you more than I do!" What a bunch of desperate people. Butler Sheng and several others felt ashamed by their race. Humanity sure did have a lot of weaknesses. No wonder these underworld creatures could toy with them time and time again. Is this your first time seeing a beautiful woman? Of course, those who spent their time in the Academy, with all sorts of immortal looking characters, were not so swayed by Camilla's appearance. Really and truly, they didn't think there was anything worth getting excited about, concerning her appearance. If anything, she was a little bland… they've seen better. Heck! Even some monsters they've fought, looked way better… before the human skin got ripped off. So what's the excitement about? Sure enough, the standards of these academy folks have been raised too high without them knowing it. … "Pick me!"

"Choose me!"

The rowdiness never stopped. And Camilla, who had a massive snake on her shoulder, danced and danced, stopping on some tables, as though about to pick one of the men or women there.

These people felt they received a bullet when she suddenly left their tables. She also reached several tables with Academy members, but she did not even stay a second there, feeling inwardly furious by their reactions. F***! She felt like a log of wood when seeing no desires in their clear glass eyes. What the heck? Were they blind or victims of cataract? Can't they see such a stunning beauty before them? (-_-) [Academy people]

Hmph! Camilla's eyes flashed with fury, losing all patience. She now decided to head for her target's location. 'Such a young man who has never had the touch of a woman, will definitely not be able to hold back.' Camilla inwardly concluded, the spark in her eyes now rekindled. Like so, she danced her way to the youngster's table. What she didn't know was that she would be met with an even more infuriating reaction from the boy. )-_-(

Why come here if you don't wish to see her? .

"Bastard! What the hell is your arrogance for?" "Dammit! I want to kill the bastard now. What is that face more? He dared to avoid the damsel's touch? Is he trying to say our damsel is dirty?"

Yes – that was exactly Dorian's concern. Have you ever seen anyone touch him so casually? Even Butler Sheng and the others don't touch Dorian. At some point, Camilla and Dorian began a game of cat and mouse, their hands moving 'humanly' fast. The Academy disciples were happy that Dorian kept his strength at an understandable human-level. "Enough!" Now, it was Camilla's time to be furious. When has she, the all-powerful Horseman of War, faced any insult since leaving her gravesite? Snap~

The music stopped playing with the snap of her fingers. Everyone looked at Dorian hatefully, as if he massacred their entire family generations. Dammit, who the hell brought in that party pooper? (*^*)

If eyes could kill, Dorian would long be dead. 'How annoying,' Camilla stopped smiling, looking like a completely different person. Very slowly, she stopped coaching on the table, getting up with a cold look on her face. "I had wanted to play a little longer, giving you all one last chance for enjoyment before my feast." Several people didn't know why, but they subconsciously shivered when meeting their Damsel's sweeping gaze. What was going on? How can this cold woman be their shy and inviting damsel? Scary…

Everyone was still confused by her sudden change. But what they didn't know was that her attitude wasn't the only thing that would soon be changing. Suddenly, strange winds engulfed the scene, making goosebumps appear on everyone's shoulders. What's going on? "Who opened the door?" "Was there a window in here?"

And what was that damn awful stench? (*#*)

Everything hit everyone at once. The stench was so bad that they pinned their nostrils with 2 fingers, wondering what sort of human being could let out such a terrible fart in a place like this. Although there was chaos in the streets these weeks, it isn't an excuse to just let go of all personal hygiene and societal rules. What the hell did that person eat to produce such a stench? Weren't they all eating the same food? So why was his own fart so diabolical? Such a person must hanged to death for allowing this bombastic smell to escape between their butt-cheeks "Don't look at me, it's not me!" "Yeah, it's not me either…" No matter how sinister they were, they couldn't produce such a foul thing from their bellies. The stench was so strong that it made their bellies gurgle with disgust. Looking at the buffet tables on the far walls, several people felt nothing but nausea. There was still food, yet they had no desire to eat tonight or even 5 days later. Look! Even the alcohol they were drinking had lost taste in their mouths. Who was it? Who was it? Swishing their heads left, right, back and center, they desperately wished to find the culprit. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!~

A shriveled cry bellowed from a corner, cashing many to flinch back defensively. "What was that?"

They defensively looked onwards, only to meet with a man who was crawling backwards on the floor from his table, while a staff slowly walked towards him. They only saw the staff's back, so they didn't know what the hell was so scary about the server. However, the undisguised horror on the face of the man crawling backwards, was too great. They've never seen so much fear in just one man's face. There was despair ablaze in his eyes, as dread tore right through him. The man was sweating buckets, salty water dripping with every vigorous backward crawl he made. Horror came off his skin like waves, echoing across every corner of the room. But why? Why was he so frightened? Several people sneered in disgust. "What a weak chicken."

You call yourself a gangster, yet, you're shaking in your boots because of a mere waiter? Pathetic.

They truly felt so in their hearts. However, when the staff slowly and robotically turned its face towards them,… they also found themselves dropping on their butts, grabbing any forks, spoon, knives, and any weapon they could think of. At this point, they were even worse than the first guy who could even utter a single cry out. Staring at the gruesome face that could only be described as nightmarish, they kept dropping and closing their mouths, too afraid to say a single thing. Some placed their hands on their mouths, muffling the silent screams now plaguing them. .

Drip, drip, drip~

Hot fluid glided down their pants, but no one felt embarrassed at this moment. "Monster… monster… monster..." How can this be? Too unscientific!

The cleaners… the serving staff… the guards stationed in here… they, they had all turned into MONSTERS! What? Even the band playing earlier were all monsters? And what was this? Skulls! Bones!... Human flesh! The drums, the guitars, the flutes, instruments… they were all human parts!

"Damsel, damsel, run!... You need to–"

Blugh~

Countless people puked till they almost saw their own intestines. (@0@)

What damsel? This was clearly a Queen Monster… the ugliest in the bunch. Her skin turned into rotting flesh that seemed to still be in the state of undergoing decay. It didn't look like an ordinary, decaying corpse. They didn't know how to describe it, but it looked like the corpse of something far otherworldly. Then there was the matter with her mouth filled with over 200 rows of teeth raining from tiny to large. Now, her entire mouth had taken 3/4ths of her face. Maggots... bugs.. you name it. Uncountable number of never-seen-before bugs kept swimming in and out of her body without care. Suddenly everyone swallowed hard, when hearing crackling noises echo from her body. Crack, crack, crack, crack~

Her neck twitched, her shoulders bent, and her entire body grew unnaturally crooked in just under 3 seconds. It was odd to say that despite her crooked physique, she had grown several times taller than before. Mommy… let them out! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! In a flash, several people gathered their courage, rushing to the doors to force their ways out! Dear God of Science! Their faces were now filled with sweat, tears and snot, as they desperately banged on the heavy double-sided doors. "Help! Help! Somebody, call the police!!" "Help, help! There are monsters here! Call the police!!"

"Help, hel–"

They froze listening to the eerie laughter coming from behind them. Heh-heh-heh-heh~

It was Camilla. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Police? Don't you all recall how many stations you burnt to the ground?... What was it you said? Are yes… you said you don't need them being nosy in your business." They regret it. Can't they? Many cried bitterly.

At this moment, they seemed to realize that chaos and troubles were fun, but who is going to fight for their sakes if things go left? They regret it. They want to return to how things were in the past. Not the 1800 or 1900 past, but the past that was just a year old from today. In an instant, they recalled their former lives, living without battles all the time. Now, they realized that Freedom wasn't necessarily free. With another snap, the entire room changed. The walls became old, the floors looking creamy, and the swarming sounds now invaded their ears, yet, they couldn't see any bugs on the floor or walls. Camilla smirked, leading her army of creatures behind her. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you had your fun earlier. And now, it's time we have ours."