NOVEL NEXT Chapter 680 Who Are you Really, Host?
Chapter 680 Who Are you Really, Host?
What was he exactly? Hah-Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh~
Dorian's chuckle was grim and disturbing. He remembered. He finally remembered who he was. And judging from Beelzebub's ghostly pale face, it seems he too recalled who Dorian truly was. The simple transportation into the current clothing style he was wearing, caused Beelzebub to shiver and walk backwards midair in despair. "You-you-you-you-you…" That's all Beelzebub could mutter.
What's going on? It's not only the Titans and the other 3 Princes that wished to know, but even Butler Sheng, Ghu Sota, and the rest of the world wanted to know what this new situation was all about. And you, Beelzebub, where has your arrogance from earlier gone to? Beelzebub looked like he had seen a ghost brought back to life. The scene unfolded with choking tension, a palpable dread that seeps into the very air.
"It's .. it's him…" Beelzebub stammered, his voice trembling as though the words themselves carried a weight too great to bear.
Him who? Several people were still lost, but Beelzebub was clearer than ever when staring at the person before him. "It's the…" "Yes?" "...The ACCOUNTANT." Impossible!
YOU LIE!
A ripple of disbelief surged through the space. Do you bloody know how insane the Accountant is? In the heavens and even within the underworld, some have heard of his name. He was a person who could appear in any realm at any time. There's a saying that you will have better luck pissing off the Almighty and making it alive, than pissing off the Accountant. His words made Asmodeus, Lucifer, Belphegor, and a few Titans now followed Beelzebub's expression, growing pale and ghostly white in a flash. It was as if the mere utterance of that name had summoned a specter from their darkest nightmares.
.
"The WHAT?" Lucifer's voice cracked like a whip, his usual commanding tone now laced with an uncharacteristic edge of panic.
This time, all princes grabbed Beelzebub's neck to shake some damn answers out of him.
"How can he…" Asmodeus whispered, his voice barely audible.
They shook their heads in unison, as if trying to dispel the thought from their minds.
No… no way… no way. They shook their heads in disbelief. NO
"NO!" Belphegor's outburst shattered the fragile quiet, but his defiance rang hollow. He couldn't possibly mean that Accountant… right?
The accountant? Butler Sheng and several disciples with higher ranged hearing than ordinary people, all frowned in confusion. What was this Accountant figure? Asmodeus and the others swallowed hard, but still felt it unlikely. What the hell are you thinking? That this boy who clearly oozes an unmistakably human-like aura is THAT Accountant? After their initial fear and calling down, they suddenly found it difficult to believe. "Brother, are you not mistaken?" "Yes, the Accountant is a powerful being, the one of those who sits high up in the heavens." Who the the fucking Accountant? A being that Accounts ALL realms. This obviously means that he can go to all planes: Heavenly, Worldly and underworld, without issues.
Seeing him is even more difficult than seeing the Almighty. Not many angles and top entities in heaven even knew what he looked like. But make no mistake, he was there… His powers were so great that even his sighing had caused chaotic scenes in the heavens. And when he was furious, all beings even in the Underworld could feel his wrath from the heavens. Beelzebub would never forget the day he accidentally spotted this entity before his Fall to the underworld. As an angel, he had tasks. And after completing a certain task, he visited one of the main Halls involved with Soul accounting. It was then that he stumbled upon the scene of The Accountant trying to sneak off to rest. And following him was the accountant's assistant. It was thanks to the assistant's voice that Beelzebub had understood his identity. The Accountant! .
Belphegor and the others frowned. "But if he was the accountant from the start, why didn't you recognize him when you were pulverizing him earlier? Again, we ask… Brother, are you not mistaken?"
Beelzebub shook his head wryly.
"That is the strange part," he admitted. "Even now, I can barely recall his appearance. It was as though my mind refused to hold onto the image—as if it were too much for me to comprehend."
Beelzebub closed his eyes as if trying hard to relive the moment. "His presence was… overwhelming. It was not just power—it was precision. Control. He moved with an efficiency that bordered on unnatural, every step calculated and deliberate. His clothes… It's all coming back to me now."
Now, standing face to face against this man, no this being, Beelezebub only felt a primitive siren go off in his body. The Accountant—It was him, no mistaking it. What? Loki's eyes almost fell to his sockets, vanishing in the blink of an eye back to his holding cell in the heavens. Oh My God, Almighty! Who can tell him why the human he had been teasing all this time was the fucking Accountant? Loki might be crazy, but not THAT crazy. This Accountant, as well as that Being who Visited him in his Holding Cell, gave off a similar deadly aura that made him obedient. Mommy… he has had enough entertainment for the day. Time to turn in honestly for the next decades or so. If one looked closely at his fleeing silhouette, they would see his body shaking like a wet sickly dog. .
What?! The system was dumbfounded, flabbergasted and dizzy. What the hell? [Host… host… you… you are the Accountant?]
Dorian chuckled in amusement. 'In the flesh, little thing.' The things the system gave him as rewards, actually belonged to him. They were trash items he considered as waste. Yet, in the mortal realms, many would grovel and slice off their necks for 1/10th or even 0.00009% of them. Dorian frowned. Well, it was beginning… as he liked to say: Noisy. Dorian has made up his mind, as his Beelzebub, who only had one thought clearer than ever—RUN. But just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt dark shadows now engulf him. What? Did you think it was ever going to be that easy? A cruel smile creeped on Dorian's lips, as he used a single finger to draw the titans, the princes, and all top dogs closer. Well now, it looks like it was his turn to have fun.