Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 510 The Annoyed Mother

What was going on here?

Why were infected people and parents all gathered in the same spot?

Although there are masks and gloves available, aren't they afraid the contamination would spread out even further?

Are they missing something here?

The parents and guardians were also confused, but what they didn't know was that it was with great necessity that they be here.

They were the first to contact their children when something went wrong.

Sadly, this fact alone was an issue… a major issue that had nothing to do with contamination.

Even Big Ben who wasn't 'contaminated,' still had to be here.

Since they were till they could touch their children now, many wasted no time running their gloved hands across the children's blush pale cheeks with teary eyes.

In particular, the not-so-bright Benjamin who was one of Big Ben's closest friends, was also there with Ben Big, Big Ben's family and the boy's mother beside him.

Never in their lives have they seen him so frail and ghost-like.

Honestly, maybe it was their illusion, but they felt he and the other children here were changing by the day, getting more and more translucent like a jellyfish.

Was it just them? It can't be just them, right?

Everyone decided to look past his bizarre appearance and give him all the encouragement he needed to push on.

"Little Benjy, you can do it. Didn't you hear what the doctors said? You'll be fine and out in no time… and then, you can take a one-week vacation with my family and we'll get to go to Belisney World."

Benjy smiled very weakly, his excitement very evident. "Really aunt? Belisney World… Belisney World… I'm so happy. Can we go now?"

Big Ben's mother shook her head pitifully. "Silly boy, only when you get better can you go. So just listen to the doctor's instructions and get well soon, okay?"

Big Ben nodded. "Benjy, didn't you say you want my limited edition Captain Swordfish action figure? Don't worry, once you're out, I'll give it to you, for free, no borrowing, no rental fees. It will be yours after you get better."

Benjy's frail smile turned even more cheerful, though it looked like it hurt him to do so.

Soon, Benjy's mother quickly wiped her tears, trying to look strong for him. "My little baby, after this, we will take some time to give you the best time of your life… Whatever you want to do? Whoever you want you want to do, mommy promises to fulfill it."

Benjy said even more again, before frowning and thinning his lips suspiciously. "Mom, how can I believe you if you are a Blue-leg?"

"_" [Mother with tears in her eyes]

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Can I return my child to the womb?

For a moment, his mother was choked.

Here I am, worrying about you? And you are here still accusing her of being a blue-leg?

Didn't she correct him earlier? It's called a black leg and not a blue leg, and it stands for traitors or snitches.

For a moment, she blamed her father for telling the boy so many ridiculous stories and allowing her son to watch all those action cartoons on TV.

Sure enough, children should listen to the stories she listened to when growing up. They should only focus on stories like Little Red Riding Hood, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Jack & the Beanstalk and many others.

Now on TV, there are so many action-packed cartoons like Batman that influence strange words in their children's mouths.

Come to think of it, no story can truly be innocent.

Bah!

Where has her mind derailed to?

Shaking her head from side to side, she quickly pushed those weird thoughts out of her brain.

Blame her son for calling her a Blue Leg.

Everyone around them was chuckling, finding it amusing that Benjamin still had enough energy in his system to keep calling his mother names.

Sure, the kid wasn't doing it intentionally, and meant no harm, as he was calling a Spade what it was —- a Spade, as he saw it.

When he reported Big Ben for knocking how his ice cream, his mom didn't even bother doing anything to his bro Big Ben.

Rather than telling Big Ben what he did was wrong, several parents asked Big Ben if the ocean cream had a problem.

In translation, they didn't think he was wrong. (An unreasonable person.)

Benjamin felt betrayed. If he were the one to knock down another person's ocean cream, his mom would stand before him with her hands on her hips, berating him and teaching him the lessons of life.

You see! You see! He wasn't wrong.

His mother was a confirmed Blue Leg!

How can she trust the enemy who knocked his ice cream out of his hand but not trust him?

Benjamin felt betrayed.

But what he didn't know was that if they truly overlooked the situation when it happened, maybe it would've been worse than it was now.

It's because the Hous were alerted when they were that the matter could easily be solved before any deaths occurred. Another day and all these children would have started dropping like flies.

The matter should've been transferred to the SN department from day 1 because everyone thought it was some contagious disease.

Should they have brought in the matter from Day 1, these children wouldn't look this way by now.

They would have regained part of their former hue, no longer looking like near-see-through jellyfish.? "Where is Dad? Where is Grandpa?"

"Dad and Grandpa said they were outside the facility and were just about to park. They will get here soon, so just relax."

"Okay, Mom… I'll trust you this once despite you being a Blue Leg."

"_"

Had this not been her child and he was not in critical condition she would have loved to have the doctors pry open his brain so she could see what the hell was going on in there.

Can you please forget the Blue Leg thing?

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Many families had similar discussions with their children, as more and more guardians arrived.

Everyone noticed Dorian and the others but didn't say anything since they didn't say anything since Dorian's group also didn't stop them from continuing their conversations.

Instead, everyone saw Dorian, Chan-Ki and the academy disciples take out candles, strategically placing them across the scene.

Some disciples also began carving special symbols on the walls with the sticks of chalk in their hands.

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