Pretending To Be A Boss

Tang Xian had not truly let down his guard, he always maintained his vigilance towards Constantine.

This vigilance began very early on. From the moment he entered the School Zone, he detected an extremely special scent on Constantine's person.

It was a very distinctive metallic scent, yet there was no visual indication of its presence; it was as if an invisible substance pervaded the air around Constantine.

Perhaps Constantine had been severely beaten before, but he was ultimately an Orderer. His abilities were the strongest among the six Children of Order.

He never underestimated this fierce wolf. In fact, he felt that Constantine had undergone some kind of change in demeanor just now.

However, Tang Xian's expression was natural on the surface, giving the impression that in this small battlefield, sealed off by judgment knights and plants, everyone was there to tell and listen to stories.

There was even an odd sense of unity, as if a family should all be together.

Ganesa and Uranus, as well as Ju Mang, were not so calm; these two men with a rugged aura were the types who exuded authority without anger, and Ju Mang always wore a serious face.

Only Tang Xian and Constantine—or rather, the true Constantine and Prometheus—were conversing like two very good friends.

From the moment Constantine began to speak, there was no longer an atmosphere of drawn swords and ready crossbows.

"That thing you dread, what exactly is it? Is it a living organism? How should it become aware of us? How significant must our actions be to alarm it? How could we deceive it? Or how does it correct errors?"

This series of questions was delivered in an even tone, without any urgency, almost like an academic discussion.

The atmosphere shifted gradually, yet the mutual wariness between Prometheus and Constantine never abated.

"If an Orderer is but a mechanism requiring human manipulation, then its potential is ultimately limited to that of a tool. What exactly are you afraid of?" Tang Xian

"You actually know nothing about this world. Its true nature is far beyond your imagination.

Moreover, this world has gods. Whether you believe or not is your own affair. One day, after you see the divine entity itself, you will understand that all your efforts have been in vain."

This pessimistic and sermon-like speech did not seem typical of an Orderer armed with cutting-edge technology.

Yet looking at Constantine's expression, which revealed not piety but a somber seriousness, Tang Xian realized that Constantine must have witnessed something very powerful.

"I have blasphemed against the divine here, may I inquire when the deity plans to kill me? And how would it know what I have done?"

In response to this questioning, Constantine was not angered, he had completely calmed down, his gaze suddenly falling on the fallen Siren beside him, and he spoke softly:

"God is, of course, omniscient. Tang Xian, do you think you can escape its gaze? In fact, no matter where you are, it is aware of your every move. As long as it wishes to know. Most of the time, it is still slumbering. Whatever we do to this world, it is hard to awaken it because we are too insignificant."

Constantine paused briefly, his gaze shifted to Uranus and Ganesa for only a moment, then back to Tang Xian:

"Our insignificance, the greatness and tyranny of the divine, are like the contrast between dust and the heavens, and even far surpass the gap between humans and calamity-level creatures."

"Enough, enough, enough." Tang Xian said three 'enoughs' in succession, showing impatience.

He said:

"Let's stop with the riddles and the nature of a doomsday cult's preaching. Just what is this god you speak of? How did you discover it? And how are you so sure of its existence? Right now, I'd prefer you not answer me with the tone of a worshiper, but rather give me the most concise and to-the-point explanation, otherwise, I will send you to meet another god."

In Constantine's gaze, a hint of disdain unexpectedly surfaced, and he did not hide it. Tang Xian was not offended by this scene.

The more Constantine behaved like this, the more Tang Xian sensed that something was amiss.

"You cannot kill me today. I never leave the Throne of God, Tang Xian. Once I step out, I naturally have the confidence to return. Your plan certainly exceeded my expectations, that Ju Mang had conspired with you so early on.

But what of it? The warrior arrives at the castle, slays the dragon's forces, and even beguiles the dragon's minions, but if all combined are no match for the dragon, how can they hope to change the outcome?

It is merely that the divine needs to spend some more time reconstructing the world. But this is also just its pastime.

You wish to understand the divine? Rest assured, I will tell you everything, everything I've known since the moment I discovered the divine, for after all, you too are servants of the deity, but you need to be patient."

Not just Tang Xian, but also Ju Mang, Ganesa, and Uranus felt the strangeness.

Constantine's tone, demeanor, and even the aura he emitted were the same as always, without any difference.

But the contents of his words were oddly disconcerting. Over these twenty years, Constantine seemed to have always played the role of a competent Orderer; everyone knew he harbored certain schemes in his heart, but didn't everyone else do the same?