Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Very calmly, Dorian placed several stacks of cards before him with their backs facing upwards.

You know, all this time, Dorian had been showing him the cards without requiring any assistance from him.

But this time, things seemed a lot different.

~Gulp.

Angzen swallowed hard, not knowing hey he was suddenly nervous.

"You want me to pick 3 random cards?"

"Hmmm."

The past and present were over. Now it was time to look into the future.

'Which one should I pick?'

Hovering his hands over the many cards laid out, Angzen anxiously bit his lips, finally flipping 3 of them.

The Fool, The Divide, and Death.

Oh?

Dorian raised his brows, owning his third eye to see even deeper into the mist shedding the cards.

"This... What does this mean?"

Angzen felt very bad, especially after seeing the words 'Death' written on one of the cards.

Could it be that those thugs from the loan shark would come after his life, killing him in the process?

His student wouldn't be cursing him to die, right?

Even though he didn't feel that these cards had anything to do with his predicament or fate, he was still distraught, wanting some form of encouragement, telling him that everything would be alright.

Shudder. Shudder.

"Student Dorian... What do these cards mean?"

Seeing the first card he picked out, why did he feel it was insulting him?

(:?^?:)

"The Fool... Impulsive, blind to the truth, and uncorrupt. This card represents not only your future self but also your current and last self." Dorian said, lazily gazing into the card with his third eye.

His teacher was akin to a person walking about with a thick covering on his face.

In his opinion, though Angzen had eyes, he was very kind to reality.

All his life, he has been blind to facts that are right under his nostrils.

So wasn't this a fool?

To Angzen, the card was stationary.

But in Dorian's eyes, he could almost see the image on the card take the form of Angzen himself.

It morphed into Angzen, shaking its head very sheepishly.

And surrounding the card were 2 swirling and flickering mists of white, brown, and yellow.

Additionally, he also

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This...

Angzen fidgeted in his seat, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

What did his student mean by calling him blind?

Think as hard as he might, he wasn't able to understand this fact.

As a very intellectual person who got the rare opportunity to teach in one of the most prestigious high schools in the nation, how could he accept the title 'Fool?'

Impossible!

His student muster made a mistake.

Or maybe he picked the wrong card instead.

Yes! That must be it!

Angzen quickly comforted himself, feeling that if given another chance, he would not pick the same card again.

It must be a coincidence.

This wasn't him. He was smart!

Seeing the perplexed expressions on Angzen's face, Dorian didn't bother explaining things further.

It would be like throwing water onto a duck's back while in a lake.

Such a thing was pointless.

And besides, he preferred things this way.

The system looked at its host, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Would it kill him to talk longer than planned?

['Host, he doesn't believe you. So shouldn't you convince him more?']

'Noisy.'

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Dorian frowned, seemingly annoyed by the system's finding in his ears.

He had to listen to the customer before him and listen to the noisy one in his ears too?

Impossible!

One of them had to

"Student Dorian, what about my second choice?"

Now, Angzen had thrown his confusion in the wind, whipping to get some good news.

Sometimes, when things are going down, one needs good news to boost their sports higher... Even if it was a lie.

Dorian calmly kept the Fool to the side, focusing on the 2nd card chosen.

"The Divide... Because of circumstances you allowed in your past and present, your initial trajectory has shifted to where it is now... And in these past few months, your constant stream of bad luck is also tied to this. If I'm correct, during this period, people have called you a cursed and unlucky person, right?"

Boom!

An explosion went on in Angzen's mind, causing him to stand abruptly.

"How?... How did you know?!"

This bad luck relatively didn't hurt him but many around him instead.

He could say that the only unfortunate matter personally involving himself should be the huge debt he owed.

The other incidents of bad luck didn't directly affect him.

For example, there was a time when a bucket from a 5th-floor apartment fell, knocking someone just beside him.

That bucket should've hit him. But midair, it seemed to change direction as though a gust of wind had blown it slightly.

Like so, those around him got injured very often, causing his neighbors and many to call him a carrier of bad luck.

Though many didn't believe in the title itself, they couldn't explain why unfortunate incidents were always happening around him.

What was up with that?

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"You!~... How did you know?"

Angzen stared at Dorian with laser-beam focus as though wanting to see right through his skull.

Psychology!

Could it be that his student Dorian was a Mentalist who was extremely good at guessing facts from the littlest details?

Smart.

For a moment, he was almost fooled!

As for Dorian, he couldn't be bothered with Angzen.

"Death... That is the last card you chose. It signifies new beginnings, transformations, and changes."

Phew.

At least, it wasn't the literal meaning of Death. Angzen thought.

And Dorian only chuckled from his nativity.

Humans like heating what they want to hear.

A change in one's state can be for good, as well as the bad.

For all he knew, his final outcome would still be Death itself.

Looking at the 3 cards and assessing all he knew, Dorian finally saw into the crux of the matter.

"Teacher Angzen, you said he sent money for your parent's treatment not too long ago?"

"Yes..." Angzen replied, nodding vigorously. "I sent it a few weeks back."

"Oh? How odd... From what I can see, your parents died 3 months ago."

Bastard!

Swish!

Angzen once again stood in rage, pointing his trembling fingers at his despicable student.

"You-You-You-You... What sort of wrong have I done for you to curse my parents to death?"

Wrong! Wrong!

He saw this student of his wrongly!

(*^*)

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With his chest rising and falling, it took all of his self-control for him not to pounce on this student of his.

Dorian frowned, flicking his wrist in annoyance.

"Sit."

What?!

Angzen's pupils dilated at an alarming rate, feeling a heavy pressure push him down.

Bam!

The strange force caused him to sit yet again.

But at this moment, Angzen's scalp went numb with fear.

This, he, how, what, when... Can anyone tell him what in heaven's name was going on here?

Angzen's brain had gone offline.

His body was stiff and firm as the force squeezed him on one spot.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Angzen didn't know when his breathing became heavy. But at the moment, he was struggling to take in enough oxygen that could wake his offline brain cells.

Magic?

Impossible!

How is such a thing possible?

Can it be that his clothes were actually magnetic, causing the hidden giant magnet in the ground to force him to one spot?

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Angzen felt dizzy trying to come up with every if not all possible reasons to explain what the hell just happened to him.

Dorian leaned into his chair, looking at Angzen very intensively.

Now, he just wanted to get things over with.

How he chose to help a person was up to him.

This going back and forth was terribly irritating.

It was due to his goodness to his last self that Dorian was initially patient with him.

More importantly, he was also interested in what he saw.

This case differed from the rest he had taken since it didn't particularly invoice underworld entities coming after Angzen.

No... It concerned the 2 floating beings hovering beside Angzen.

If he guessed correctly, they should be his deceased parents

And sure enough, their ghostly appearances had begun collecting the Yin filth of the world.

For months now, they had been avoiding the Heavenly hour, refusing to go into reincarnation.

It was clear that they had unfinished business here.

But the longer they stayed in the mortal world, the more corrupt and evil they would grow, until eventually, they would lose their memories and even their reason for resentment, going berserk.

But one should know that Ghosts born from the abyss were different from mortal ghosts turned evil.

The human soul, even if corrupt, was still a human soul.

So unless an underworld entity devoured it, it would still go onto the usual way of reincarnation once Dorian sent it on its way.

And all the evil it did during its time here would be accounted for, punishing it gravely.

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Dorian stared at the scene before him with interest.

What resentment did they have to stay here for so long?