Chapter 234 A Very Conflicting Case

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

.

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!

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?