Pretending To Be A Boss

Therefore, everyone still seeks his assistance, considering him as the leader of the Sons of Order, his status being the most revered among the six of them.

They have never seen Constantine take such a low stance before.

It was vaguely felt by everyone that Constantine seemed to have done something.

The air once again carried Constantine's flat voice, devoid of much fluctuation.

"Not long after Tang Xian left the throne of God, we were quickly allocated our functions, divided according to our rankings. Xi He was the weakest one, and his work wasn't greatly related to the throne of God, but he became very powerful after acquiring the blood serum of the hidden qilin. It's just a pity that he met you, who he couldn't restrain."

Constantine looked at Tang Xian, continuing to speak:

"In short, as each person's abilities began to awaken and improve, we also took responsibility for maintaining this world in our respective realms, while also planning purification and evolution.

But I have always been thinking about those words you said to me.

If one day we grow old, and our contributions to this world are no longer the pinnacle that humanity can achieve, then more suitable Sons of Order will come to replace us. What should we do then?

We will be replaced, a new Son of Order will take over for us, and we will become discards of the era.

We won't even be like ordinary humans, who can leave their names in history, whereas we can only hide behind the curtain of history. How sad is that, although our emotions are not as sound as those of ordinary people, but this is somewhat because we possess the wisdom to see through everything.

We disdain the wisdom of the ants, yet we cannot obtain what even the ants can have.

You should know best, shouldn't you? The joy and satisfaction humans feel when they marry, have children, and establish households... I can't understand that, and probably neither can Ju Mang?"

Tang Xian shook his head and said:

"I can't understand it either, although I have wandered in the Human World for a long while, there are many experiences I haven't had. I always maintained a certain distance from anyone, even if that barrier was faint."

Constantine was aware that this was not a statement of intentional solitude.

He raised the ring on his hand, continuing:

"That's right, even without memories, you are ultimately different from ordinary people. So it is with all of us, we are the best genetic products but live without clarity.

In the fifth year, we began to inherit the rings. It's another manifestation of the crown, symbolizing the supreme power we possess. Each of your rings divides a part of the world, and the lords believe they control those fortresses, but what they see as their kingdoms are just a piece of your cake.

And I am special; I do not have any fiefs. My power is to investigate, to observe anything happening in any location of any fortress.

I have witnessed countless behaviors of the human world, and it's understandable why even gods feel a need to learn due to the complexity of humanity.

This is probably the only area where we excel over the gods. No, that's incorrect, it's not excelling. It's just meaningless complexity.

Also, having observed this world for so long, I began to experience a kind of irritable emotion. This emotion even made me envious of those who had companionship.

Most people in the throne of God don't talk much; I was only six that year, and I was longing to share what I discovered with someone.

But there was no one who could converse with me. Where could I go to satisfy that low-level desire unique to humans?"

Constantine's words were supposed to show bewilderment, but his expression contained no confusion; it was clear he had found an answer over the years.

Tang Xian thought to himself that he too felt lonely occasionally. But very rarely.

He could understand Constantine's needs—an age where one should be cherished, yet he observed every corner of this world.

Every day, a vast array of new elements poured into his mind, stimulating his cognition and worldview.

But he could only watch the bustle outside alone, with no one to share anything with, not even someone to talk to.

In the empty throne of God, he was one of the few living creatures, and the rest also feared and avoided him.

How many years had he lived like this? Had his nature been twisted into that of a monster?

"What happened next? Did you find a way to relieve your loneliness?" asked Tang Xian, following Constantine's line of thought.

He didn't mind that the battle had turned into a vast conference for sufferers of loneliness.

Though he was certain that Constantine was planning something, he hadn't let down his guard in the slightest.

"Yes, indeed, as someone who has spent time mingling in the Human World, your recognition of these emotions is quite accurate. It took me a long time to be sure and to admit that this impatient desire to talk to someone, labeled as 'loneliness.'

I started to explore the fortress, hoping to find something more meaningful than mere observation, something that could distract me, so I wouldn't have to consider other emotions.

The throne of God is vast and empty, and it seems I can go to many areas.

Most areas are off-limits to some staff members. But they are all accessible to me.

I wandered to every place in the throne of God every day. I didn't know the meaning of it, but for almost a year, I found a place that was not right."