Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Though they didn\'t see anything out of the ordinary, Butler Feng and Sheng still understood the severity of the matter.

The faces of these police officers had turned ashen in a visible rate, as though they had just seen a ghost.

In no more than a second, the bags underneath their eyes have grown puffier and darker. And anyone seeing them now would think that they hadn\'t gotten a decent amount of sleep for a week!

Butler Sheng and Feng looked at each other before focusing their attention on the cups again.

What exactly was in it that could cause such changes to its holders?

Look as much as they could, they still couldn\'t see anything out of the ordinary.

Dorian stared at their cups while listening to them.

One of them shrank into the couch, breathing heavily with sweat oozing off his face. "Grandmaster... Grandmaster... It\'s terrible. I see it... I... I... I see it... And it sees me..."

Holding his cup, his hands trembled uncontrollably the more the image in the crowd stared at him.

It took all his willpower for him not to throw the cup away and pray to whatever god was above.

All of them felt the same. However, what exactly was it that they were looking at?

Heh!...

Well, it was none other than themselves!

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The figures they were staring at looked exactly alike to that which attacked Donghai. The only difference was that now, the creature had taken their appearance... If they were ugly, hunched, dead and rotting.

This was only an outlined image drawn from the crushed tea leaves. However, it was so detailed and life-like, as though they saw the creature in black and white.

Maybe this was the reason why the teacups were white.

Leah looked at the balding creature smiling at her, almost shedding tears in despair.

"Grandmaster... I... I can\'t... I can\'t anymore... Please, please, take it away."

Her psychological mind was breaking apart the more she peeked into this strange world within the cup.

Just a single look drew her in, almost sucking the life out of her.

Torture...

Holding this cursed cup was real torture!

"Leah! Making!" Donghai called out. "Bear it and focus. We have to do this if we\'re going to win!"

Donghai \'stayed\' calm, giving his team support and the courage to remain strong.

Was he afraid? Of course he was.

He, more than anyone, understood their pain because he too had wanted to break his cup, stomp it with his feet, run a bulldozer in it and maybe even end things with a nuclear bomb.

However, if he starts panicking now, then his team will also break down as well.

For their survival, they had to focus and tell all they could.

The kid... No! The Grandmaster before them would definitely be able to help them.

That\'s right. Now he and his team began giving Dorian some accolades.

After all, for him to draw out such a horrifying technique meant that he had some skills to his name.

And as though a filter had been placed over their eyes, they began seeing Dorian like a thousand-year-old wiseman.

Donghai pinched his skin, wanting his brain to forget his fear and focus on the pain.

"Grandmaster... This is what I saw... Blah, blah, blah, blah~."

.....

One by one, everyone used their full strength to elaborate and describe things clearer.

When it came to the attack from earlier on, even though they had gotten a good look at the creature, they had only been able to grasp 10~20% of its real looks.

It was as though a fog had been placed in their eyes earlier, allowing them only to see a few abnormalities, as well as the fact that the creature was Donghai\'s doppelganger.

However, the image in the cup was way too clearer and more horrifying to look at.

The only difference was that it wasn\'t disgusting or nauseating... Maybe because the creature wasn\'t standing before them in the flesh, dropping rotating spin, insects and worms here and there.

No! All they saw when looking down was the image.

And this was precisely what Dorian needed.

One by one, he listened to them, finally narrowing down his search.

There were over 700 creatures that used reflection when attacking their prey. And narrowing it down again, only a hundred or so could mirror switch with their victims.

So the more information he got, the easier it was to narrow it all down.

In the end, he was left with 10 guesses of what he might be looking for.

[\'Host, one of your guesses is a Munya. And the other is a Yazoju... They are the extreme ends of things... So what are you going to do?\']

The system was really worried.

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The first creature it spoke of did have weaknesses. But its weaknesses were strengths to the other creature.

That said, what might work against the first, might not be fatal to the other.

Yes! Any spell blessed with a heavenly touch would cause some damage to its pretty. However, if the spell wasn\'t targeting a creature\'s weakness, it would require much more effort to take the creature down.

So the wrong guess might only delay matters.

And this was the problem... Especially with these sorts of interior creatures.

Once they get overly threatened or annoyed, they kill their other marked victims.

In other words, across the city, many other people might be held hostage without even knowing it. And if Dorian\'s attack didn\'t K.O the creature, it was more likely to kill off its victims as revenge.

Even cutting off its link to the hostages by formation was impossible when dealing with this particular creature.

In the end, things were too tricky with this one.

Dorian tapped his fingers deep in thought.

All he could do was restrain it and put it to sleep for now.

Everyone stared at Dorian with expectant eyes.

"Grandmaster, so can you do it... Can you help us get rid of it?"

"Yes... But not now."

"This..."

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