Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 732 - 87 What Would Tang Xian Do_2

732: Chapter 87: What Would Tang Xian Do?_2

732 -87: What Would Tang Xian Do?_2

His consciousness once again arrived in the divine realm.

“Tang Jing, you’ve returned.” Tang Xian looked calm, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

He would always hint to himself that the divine realm was fake, but this self-suggestion would quickly disappear after stepping into the divine realm.

Constantine would reproach himself for not having a firm enough will every time he woke from the divine realm.

How could he wake from the divine realm?

Why was Tang Xian able to do it, yet he couldn’t?

Am I truly…

inferior to him?

What Constantine actually didn’t realize was that, in some aspects, he had already surpassed Tang Xian.

If it weren’t for the Siren giving Tang Xian the ability to resist mental illusions in his dreams, if it weren’t for Tang Xian having a little girl in real life who loved him more than the whole world—

How easy would it then be to break free from the divine realm?

Constantine didn’t know any of this.

When he awoke, the day was already coming to an end.

And he didn’t know what he had done while being controlled; he only knew the monster was about to come alive, and he was about to die.

For the first time, he felt a trace of panic.

It was a panic that surpassed even the fear he felt as a child when Tang Xian burned his talent to beat him up.

This was the third day in the Seat of God, which is also the human world.

On this day, a large number of people from other fortresses poured into the first fortress.

On this day, the fourth level of the thirty-ninth fortress was crowded with people protesting against the Li family.

Also on this day, Li Xiaonian received a phone call from Li Wanye.

This call left Li Xiaonian utterly astonished; he thought he had heard wrongly.

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The holy mountain, the fourth day.

Today, the holy mountain was hovering above the Far North.

Tang Xian stood at the edge of the holy mountain, gazing at the glacial scenery thousands of meters below, suddenly feeling a bit dazed.

He could already sense that something was being prepared in that altar to counter him; on the surface, the judge and he were in harmony, with no one seeming to harm one another.

Yet amongst themselves, everyone harbored their own schemes.

He sighed, but his breath turned to frost.

From above the clouds and snow, watching the glory of the winter day, Tang Xian did not feel cold, but someone wanted to talk.

He could feel that he was about to discover the truth.

If there were a missing piece in the puzzle, it would be those few humans inside the holy mountain, and whatever his parents had done in the ruins of Eden.

These worlds were actually interconnected.

Though the puzzle wasn’t complete, the general outline had emerged.

In the next few days, he might understand the entire truth of the incident.

At this moment, many people flashed through Tang Xian’s mind.

Li Xiaoyu, Yan Xiaoling, Bai Mansheng, Qing Jiuyu were all there, and of course, there were also Song Que, Akasi, and others.

No matter which world they were in, they were all heavily influenced by this era.

But what Tang Xian himself found somewhat incredible was that he actually thought of Constantine.

He really wanted to smoke a cigarette, then leisurely blow a smoke ring and say to Constantine:

“Although the process has been tortuous, I’m about to solve the puzzle.

The conspiracy hidden behind the Orderlies, I am about to understand—if I can survive.”

Constantine was a traitor.

He betrayed the Orderlies, betrayed himself, but in the end, he pitifully became a prisoner of the Orderlies.

Tang Xian had no reason to forgive anyone, yet he could understand the struggle in Constantine’s eyes during that day’s battle.

The situation was simply too huge for anyone to grasp in its entirety, so it was also possible that he was wrong.

Constantine switching sides in the heat of battle, standing with another camp, might have had his own considerations.

Who knows what will happen in the end?

If Constantine hadn’t done that that day, perhaps he would have long been locked in the divine realm.

“In the end, the two of us only wanted to live, to live in an age without gods.”

Tang Xian didn’t have a cigarette after all, feeling that breathing out smoke at this moment might help alleviate the pressure in his heart.

On this day, he did nothing.

The situation in the human world was the same as the day before, with people’s doubts about the Knight of Judgment growing more severe, but not yet reaching the point where “quantity changes lead to qualitative changes.”

On this day, Tang Xian simply felt a bit lonely.

If he died, could Constantine and Song Que take up his will?

What would happen if those two people were to cooperate?

He pondered this possibility until nightfall, when he finally shook his head.

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The Divine Throne, Day Four.

On this day, Constantine had only three hours of time.

“So I was detected after all.”

Chaos reigned among humans, and his own behavior was abnormal.

During the period of being taken over, even an orderly Constantine eventually noticed the resistance of the body’s true owner.

But Constantine’s role was too significant, hence he hadn’t been completely possessed.

This made Constantine consider a possibility.

“Perhaps actions similar to ‘possession’ have severe limitations?”

Through several days of observation, Constantine was certain that he and the Judgment Knights were different.

The Judgment Knights were already lifeless beings.

They relied on technology that linked nerves with machinery.

But he was still alive—and perhaps the reason the Orderly hadn’t fully taken over his consciousness was because such action, once used, couldn’t be used again for a short time.

The ultimate container was about to be ready, and although the time he had for actions was getting shorter, he was not completely out of time.

All in all, it was speculation; fear had already taken root in Constantine’s heart.

Therefore, he must think of something that would benefit him to resist the fear.

On this day, Constantine was still searching for the hidden layers of the Divine Throne, still without any clues.

But in the last few minutes before stepping into the divine realm, a flicker of light suddenly appeared in Constantine’s eyes.

He sat in the Overseer’s house, watching the chaos unfold among humanity and everything within the fortress of the Divine Throne operating smoothly.

But his thoughts turned to another person.

Tang Xian.

“What would you do if it were you?”

Constantine suddenly closed his eyes, and as if a world had been abruptly revealed in his sea of consciousness:

“If it were me, I would have distrusted this world from the beginning.”

Just like the original Constantine, who stood beside Prometheus, whispering low:

“If it were me, I would reverse my actions.

Think the opposite.”

“The higher the level, the greater the authority; the lower the level, the smaller the authority.”

“The more powerful the children of order are respected, the weaker they are bullied.”

The voice of Tang Xian echoed continuously in his mind.

Constantine was vaguely beginning to understand the meaning of these words.

“If it were me, Prometheus, I would deceive everyone by exploiting human tendencies in thinking.”

This was what Tang Xian would do.

Despite being the most powerful child of order, he had camouflaged himself and then won the chance to be taken away.

Despite being apparent mortal enemies, he had turned friends, thus fooling all of his real enemies thoroughly.

“So if it were him, the ultimate layer of the Divine Throne’s fortress would not be in a location everyone was accustomed to.”

Constantine’s neck twitched slightly, and he stood up.

After nearly three hours of thought and observation, he finally thought of the answer that had always been overlooked.

He walked out of the Overseer’s house, slowly observing the scene beneath the transparent glass floor. frёeωebɳovel.com

As if standing thousands of meters high, looking down upon the world.

“So that’s it, that’s how it is.”

“The highest level is actually at the very bottom!”

Constantine came up with the answer, but he could only smile helplessly.

Because the day was already at an end, and he had very little time left.

“I must find a way out from the divine realm, otherwise I fear I won’t reach the bottom layer before being taken over.”

After speaking these words, the light rapidly faded from Constantine’s eyes.

All expressions slowly settled on his face, and that face beneath the milky white hair became aloof and divine.

This was the fourth day of the Divine Throne.

On this day, Song Que finally revealed his identity, declaring that he was in the first fortress, and the number of people heading to the first fortress increased.

On this day, Li Xiaonian with tears in his eyes, issued a declaration of severance from Li Wanye.