Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

There he was, standing in the spot that had now become his world, the only directions being the many clawed marks on the ground made by his cane.

Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig!

Old Bho looked 10 years older, but he never stopped digging for even a second.

Drip. Drip.

He didn't know when tears began flowing.

His eyes moistened, and his face turned sunken.

"My little grandson…"

Everyone stared in silence, not knowing what to say to make the old man feel better.

They wanted to tell him it would be alright. But even they weren't sure what Bho Jin's fate would be.

After all, judging from the dead fleshy chucks and good they saw aboard the cruise ship, who is to say the 2 who fell now won't be tortured down below?

Ayyy~

Old Bho's digging slowed as the hands holding his cane trembled more and more.

He looked to the ground, never looking up for a moment.

"Grandmaster..."

His voice was soft, desperate, and quivering. And when he finally raised his head, no one saw the previous strong old Bho.

Now, he looked like an ordinary old man grieving, his red eyes still searching for hope.

"Grandmaster... Please, please, save my little Jin."

Old Bho begged, about to kowtow with all his might. Even his earlier fear of having his body touch the ground vanished.

He was now willing to lick and stand his face on the rotting soil if it would bring his little Jin back.

Words alone couldn't describe Old Bho's mood.

No amount of wealth could compare to his favorite grandson!

And just like himself, Gia Ming also bore a fallen look, recalling his subordinate's face when swallowed.

It happened out of nowhere, taking everyone by surprise!

The floor cracked open, revealing a hellish hole that seemed to lead to the land of the dead. And by the time they could react, Bho Jin and his subordinate were swallowed with the ground covering up too.

Gone... They were gone.

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Gia Ming could still hear the screams of despair from the duo when they fell. Their horrid faces still fresh in his memory.

Clutching his chest in pain, he knew if they couldn't be rescued, this incident would give him nightmares for the rest of his life.

Even closing his eyes now made him tremble and sweat.

'Gia Ming, you Useless trash!'

Inwardly, he cursed at himself, clutching his fists hard.

This was the first time he had felt so powerless and weak.

Before today, he thought of himself as a strong man who could protect his subordinates at every corner.

However, today's matter had made him know they, humans, were nothing but a delicacy to stronger supernatural beings that lurk within their shadows.

And when faced with such powerful beings, their puny strength as humans was nothing!

Again, the fact they didn't bring their guns also meant their mortal weapons wouldn't do any damage to these beings.

Gia Ming knew if Old Gia and the others had not come over today, maybe his clueless team would've been searching and searching for the lost cruise ship for decades to come.

And who knows... Perhaps in the process, many of his men would also get devoured by these beings too.

But amidst his despair, he also saw hope.

The government might have long known that such supernatural beings existed and had trained people secretly.

Yes!

Gia Ming thought so. And at this point, he wouldn't be shocked if they also told him aliens existed.

This was good...

They, humans, still have a chance to kick ass against these bastards who take them as food reserves. And now that his older cousin, Old Gia, was showing him their existence, did it mean he would have the opportunity to train and protect his team too?

.

​ Gia Ming's thoughts were on humanity's future.

A while back, he sent several others to Old Gia on some strange top training mission.

He didn't overthink it. But now, he was sure those Navy teams who left had gone for training.

Gia Ming didn't know if it was possible for him to also receive this training, but he would definitely be asking his cousin if they got out of here alive.

He, Gia Ming, never wanted to be at any supernatural being's mercy ever again!

What's more, he still had a terrible fear of them in his heart.

Don't mind, as he looked calm and collected on the surface. He knew most of his calmness came from Dorian being close, giving him a sense of security.

He felt even if he left this place alive, he would stop being fearful of dark corners and shadows for several days to come until he shook it off.

Augh~

Maybe he and his subordinates would have to sleep in the same room while in the Navy camp because he wasn't sure he could stay alone at night.

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Everyone else also had countless ominous thoughts running on their minds, staring at Dorian anxiously.

"Grandmaster. They've been swallowed up!"

"Are they fine? Are they alright?"

"Grandmaster, what do we do now?"

"How do we rescue them?"

Hmmmm...

Dorian hummed, gesturing at Old Bho's pocket.

"I presume you all have the talisman papers given to you?"

Old Bho and the rest quickly patted their pockets. "Yes, Grandmaster. We have them all here!"

"Then don't worry. Provided those 2 have them on, no harm will befall the duo."

They might have been dragged away, but that was all the enemy could do... Drag them away.

At least until morning, the talisman people would still be active before turning to dust by 8~9 A.M.

Dorian shrugged, and everyone had black lines on their faces.

From the Grandmaster's words, didn't this mean if the 2 had lost their papers, the enemy would still end up killing them before they had the chance to rescue them?

His words only made them worry even more.

What if the duo truly lost their Talisman papers all this while?

[Everyone]: 'Mr. Grandmaster, doesn't it bother you at all?'

[Dorian]: 'Nope.'

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