Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 142 The Great Seven

Handai City.

A stream of flashy cars quickly pulled into one of the luxurious estates in the city. And soon, the vehicles stopped before a straight lineup of guards, all dawning black suites.

"Welcome, Master." They replied in unison, watching the handsome youngster step off the middle vehicle.

Smooth skin, a tall body and a gorgeous face black shades on his face.

The youngster was just too good-looking.

1, 2, 3... The man ascended the outdoor stairs, making his way into his home with a calm look on his face.

"Master, THEY are here."

"Hmmm..." The young man replied, taking his sunglasses off and handing them to the guard beside him.

~Din. Din. Din. Din~

The youngster entered the building, heading to the meeting place leisurely.

He stepped into the grand room, staring at the many groups gathered in the luxurious room.

"Welcome, master!"

There were four people, 3 gentlemen and a lady, seated on 4 separate couches positioned in a manner that made it easier for them to see one another.

And standing directly behind them were their elite teams, who all wore different coloured attire.

The lady and her men wore white. While the other 3 men and their elite teams all wore black suits, but had different coloured ties instead.

As for the youngster, he wore a simple yet expensive pair of pants, a shirt that hadn't been buttoned to the top, and a long jacket.

~Gulp.

Everyone swallowed hard, trembling from the dangerous aura leaking from him.

Those seated on the couches kept their heads bowed, while their elite teams all went down on one knee, daring not to look at the youngster.

Step by step, the youngster moved past them, taking his seat at the exquisite chair at the forefront.

"Now then, where is it?"

...

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

Shiver. Shiver.

Everyone secretly glanced at each other, almost afraid to take the first stance. Their lord's voice was calm but deadly.

"My... My lord... We sent the Gollum demons to retrieve it... But-but-but... My lord, it's been stolen."

"Oh?" The youngster raised his cold brows upwards, swirling around the glass of wine that had just been poured for him.

-silence-

... Everyone in the room turned to quiet in fright, praying for their lives.

Sure enough, the youngster who seemed relaxed suddenly grew a million times more terrifying.

"Tell me... What do I have the need for you all when you can't even do a simple task? Your incompetence has lost my precious baby to devil knows where. So, what should I do with you all?"

~Plop.

"My lord! My lord! We'll retrieve it!"

"Yes! Yes, my lord. We'll find it even if we have to scatter across the world."

"My lord, please give us another chance!"

Immediately, those on the couches dropped to the floor and began begging the youngster, groveling around like worms.

Their eyes stayed transfixed on their lord with horror, unable to shake off the feeling of death upon them.

At the same time, they were secretly cursing whoever stole their lord's baby.

Son of a b**ch!

'Whoever you are, don't let me catch you!'

(*=*)

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The youngster calmly sipped on his wine, acting as though those before him were as invisible as air.

And when he was refreshed, he narrowed his eyes at them cruelly: "I do not need worthless beings. Destroy!"

With the snap of his fingers, the entire room became scorching hot, with green flames burning through the scene.

"Ahhhh~~... Please... Please... Forgive us, my lord."

The flames spared no effort in burning their targets, as well as burning the couches, curtains and every other flammable item in the massive grand hall.

The fore was astronomical, as though it had a mind of its own. And while the place burnt down to a crisp, the youngster still sat in place with a murderous look on his face.

~Dip. Dip. Dip.

Specs of green fire flew onto his body from time to time. The flames seemed to peel off his human suit, giving a few glimpses here and there into what he actually was.

If Dorian were here, he would be too shocked by the sight before him.

Wasn't this one of the 7 princes of the underworld?

The youngster stared at his burning subordinates with disgust in his eyes.

Such a simple task, they could even do it?

The youngster was furious!

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Before, he was on his way to explore the disappearance of a massive group of lesser underworld generals who typically supplied a few items and did other groundwork for the 'Cause.'

However, these people suddenly disappeared. He couldn't sense their presence in this world, any of the worlds or even within the underworld.

So the only option should be death.

No exorcists exist now. So it should be another creature that took his men out.

The issue was that his subordinates get reborn as babies in the underworld, they'll have different essences, sort of like a new person in the underworld, with no knowledge of their previous selves.

This also meant that he wouldn't be able to detect them, even if they were reborn.

The Abyss was a strange place, birthing all creatures and making them anew.

The abyss was the mother that kept the underworld kicking. And it was indeed a frightening thing that even they, the 7 princes, couldn't fathom.

Of course, time in the underword had caused a lot of changes to evolve.

For starters amongst they, the 7 princes... some weren't the original ones who once fell from the heavens.

Nope.

Leviathan (Envy), Satan (Wrath) and Asmodeus (Lust) had been killed ages ago. And their seats had been taken over by one of the more powerful creatures.

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The youngster chuckled.

In this game, it was best to remember that even one's subordinates could kill them one day.

After all, their subordinates were still evil and would want no time taking their thrones if given the opportunity.

So yes.

Out of the original 7, those 3 three had been killed and replaced, leaving Lucifer (Pride), Belphegor (sloth), Mammon (greed)... And himself Beelzebub (Gluttony)

That's right.

He was Beelzebub!