Chapter 42: Are you sure?

Everyone's action stopped, except for the ninja man whose movement turned faster, asking others about the color on their body.

Unfortunately, he was unable to continue because all of them were brought back on their perspective chair.

And Reigan's pants...

Well, it was in the middle of them, making Reigan felt cold.

Well, it was kinda cozy. It just that he felt a little embarrassed. Ehem.

Not because he was a little shameless, meaning he didn't know what being bashful means.

Especially his pants were like a big star for everyone to see while wearing his bloomer.

Reigan faced forward while imagining that the elderly guy was in front of him, and said. "Hey, old man. My pants-"

"Silence!" Angrily shouted the elderly voice.

Roland hearing the voice of the elder made his ear tick in anger. "Hey, he was just-"  before he was able to finish his word, it was cut off because no sound could come out from him, making the beast-man in rage.

Reigan on the other hand viewed the invisible guy, then eye his pants in the middle.

Why was he stopping him from taking back his pants? It was his, ah.

Wait...

If the old man let him sit on the chair with the only brief on his body, does that mean that this old man wanted to convert his sexy body?!

He checked his body and saw his 6 abs, pecs, and the muscle on his arms and legs.

This old man...

A shiver ran in his back, then he peeked at his pants only to see it floating.

Reigan turned pale, not because of his floating pants but because his brain turned haywire.

Ehem, meaning he thought that the old man wanted his pants for himself!

He never thought this old man swing that way! Ah!

No no, maybe the old man just felt his body was so good and became his fan, so he wanted his pants as a souvenir.

Right!

Reigan relaxed thinking of such, then felt funny about the old man.

Tsk tsk tsk, if he just wants his pants it should just be said so, ah. But the old man should choose the right timing on wanting the souvenir, not right now because he needed that one.

The elder and the clown actually could check what people were thinking, at any time it wanted to.

And They never thought that someone could break what they did.

Although it was infuriating then again, it was only the beginning.

Still, Reigan caught their attention.

To think that he could overcome what they did.

It made them wonder what this guy was thinking, but when they check it, they became speechless.

What souvenir?

This broken pants? He wanted it as a souvenir!

He never felt being humiliated like this!

Really maddening!

They view the pants and whispered in the air, at the same time the pants turned to ashes.

Reigan seeing his pants turned to ashes, jaw drop.

How could that old man suddenly burn his pants?!

If it was not his type, he should just give it back!

Or...

He was the one this old man wants?

Reigan gulped with such thought and became wary of the old man.

"You-" the host of the game (the elderly voice) controlled himself on giving more clues to these people.

He never felt this angry in his whole entire life!

Who would want a pipsqueak like this guy?!

He couldn't help but be reminded by a human narcissist a long years ago, but unlike Reigan, that man-made everyone shut up in awe and reverence.

The host tsk in annoyance. "Let's start the question number 5. But before that, only one of you could answer. The first one to raise his hand was the only one who could answer. Same rules, same game."

"Question number 5. How many empires are there in Spiritual Realm?"

The armored man and the demoness glanced at where the voice was, as they knew how many but didn't know who should answer first.

The armored man sat upright and eyed the demoness.

The demoness glared at the armored man but it was flickering then spoke. "2 empires." She replied.

The host became silent, making everyone clenched their fist. "Right." He lazily answered.

"The next questiooooon!" Happily said the clown voice.

When he spoke all their vigilance raised.

After the incident a moment ago, some of them realized that the clown was making them fight one another, and if the clown wanted to, it could zap them.

"Who was the one who spoke in the sky?" The clown giggled.

"Wasn't that a child?" Roland confusingly stated, realizing he could speak again. "Hey, I could speak!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. The little fool who don't obey my rules!" Then a smell of burning penetrates everyone's nose, all coming from one direction, Roland.

Roland's body was on fire, but his fur was not caught, but the feeling of crawling and heat penetrate its skin.

He gritted his teeth, glaring at the unknown host.

If he was able to see that host, he would kill it!

But even if they do know and see it, they wouldn't able to even harm it, because the identity of the host was more than they could chew.

"Okay. The fool was still burning, so let's continue the game. Everyone, who was that voice?" The clown asked feeling giddy, roaming its eyes.

The egg lights up thrice as if answering.

Whatever it said, no one knows except the clown and old man.

And because they were invisible, no one would see their face turning pale.

The clown especially almost made a sound of clattering. "Yu-you are right!" He spoke stiffly, at the same time the fire on Roland vanished.

They looked at each other, then all eyes on the egg.

They also wanted to know, and the clown said what the egg said was right, plus the way the clown spoke had a tint of fear in it.

Face full of question, wanting to extract the answer, but the egg could not speak. Or maybe it could through telepathy.

"Next question." The stern voice of the old man reverberated. It was a voice full of seriousness. "How many species that the god of species created?"

The spectacle girl looked up and wanted to answer 7, but then again there was only 6 god under the god of species.

She felt down. So sad and painful.

"Seven!" A loud angry voice was heard on the beastman.

After being orchestrated a moment ago to kill humans, he would never allow himself to fall on the same ploy.

So without warning, he raised his hand and shouted his answer.

The elderly man laughed out loud. It was a laugh full of mockery. "Really a fool. Hahaha."

The sound in the crowd also laughed along with him.

"Why are you laughing?! I answered correctly!"

The elderly voice stopped from his stupor and walked near the beastman. "Are you really certain, that there were seven species they created?" He whispered in Roland's ears which move because of feeling tickled.

"Are you really sure it was seven?" This time the elder voice was not near Roland's ear, and his words echoed in the ears of everyone.

The spectacle girl opened and closed her mouth.

Reigan on the other hand faced the old man.

He also believed it was seven. Why was this old man asking the obvious?

Tsk tsk tsk. "Hey old man, stop hanging us up. You make everyone tense, ah." Reigan spoke in annoyance.

This old man making them tense annoyed him.

Especially seeing the spectacle girl turning pale and on the verge of crying.

The old man glared at Reigan. "You dare to interrupt me!"

A howling cold air touched Reigan skin. Then the stinging ice crawled on his skin, and his whole body turned to a block of ice.

The thing was,  Reigan only felt cold, making him puzzled, and glanced at Roland.

After making Reigan in the cube of ice, he harumphed.

Then continued to squint his eyes, looking around. A grin formed on his lips.

"I will ask again? Are you sure there were only 7?"