Pretending To Be A Boss

"I remember that walking around the throne took to me forty-six thousand four hundred and twenty-two steps. I never mistook the count."

"I had also calculated that after my body grew and my stride lengthened, even then, it should have taken me forty-one thousand nine hundred steps to walk around the throne."

But somehow—on the seventh day of July, the number of steps it took to encircle the throne changed to forty-six thousand six hundred and ninety."

"Which means, despite my strides being larger than before, the number of steps needed to walk around the throne… increased."

Tang Xian was startled.

Had the size of the throne changed?

Ju Mang, Ganesa, and Uranus were also at a loss; they had never heard Constantine speak of such things before; this was the first time they knew the throne had such a characteristic.

And Constantine had discovered this around the age of six, yet he bore it silently until today?

Constantine was pleased with everyone's expressions, and then he said:

"Regrettably, I was frightened at the time, and that primitive emotion, fear, caused me to forget to seek the truth immediately.

I just had a feeling that it was as if alive. I mean the throne; it was asleep most of the time, but at certain moments, it would awaken, even if just for a short day."

"During that day, perhaps some errors were corrected."

Constantine looked at Tang Xian again.

Tang Xian felt a sense of being targeted, which made him very uncomfortable.

He became completely vigilant, not bothering to mask his expression.

The seventh day of July?

While Ju Mang, Ganesa, and the others were focused on the realization that the throne had changed, Tang Xian picked up on this particular date.

He felt a slight sense of fear.

Because according to human history records—if they were correct—that day, the day the Human World was forsaken and the planet officially entered the era of the Pyramid Civilization, was the seventh day of July.

That is why when he returned to the Human World, he mentioned that crude joke about Qixi Festival to Tang Feiji. Although it was July seventh on the Gregorian calendar, strictly speaking, it wasn't actually Qixi Festival.

In any case, the day the Human World truly perished was that date.

His scalp tingled, and his brain exploded with the sudden realization. Was all of this just a coincidence?

Constantine had already begun to continue:

"I am ashamed of my brief fear, so quickly, I started to explore every corner of the throne. I wondered, is the throne alive?

Or is it merely a program that becomes active every year on the seventh day of July?

I thought I had to investigate. So I had to wait a year. Naturally, I was not just waiting during that year; I was also doing some things that probably you've been doing all along."

Ju Mang noticed that Constantine seemed to have a certain fixation on Tang Xian.

This conversation was initiated by him, but most of Constantine's remarks were directed at Tang Xian.

Tang Xian shrugged and said:

"It seems you've also been seeking historical truths?"

"Yes, it's not difficult to understand the significance of the seventh day of July, but I believe the throne wouldn't relate it to some trivial holiday. So I'm guessing it probably has another meaning."

Tang Xian agreed with the statement, but inwardly he argued, only single dogs would find certain holidays trivial.

Although he seemed to have forgotten that he was one himself.

"But finding historical truth is difficult. When humans entered this Pyramid, truth and the past lost their significance; they're just fish in a fishbowl. I don't deny this aspect, and those things you once said to me, before I saw the divine, I accepted them all.

We will eventually be replaced; we are just tools governing the Pyramid, not the rulers themselves. We will be supplanted. Ju Mang, what you're doing, indeed, is delaying the time we are replaced.

But there's a crucial question here, one I've been contemplating while searching for the secrets of the throne's changes.

If the children of order are the most talented, even if they are replaced, would they not still be a very valuable resource?

The fear of death, or rather, the fear of no longer being needed, has made us overlook a point of consideration.

Tang Xian, Ju Mang, let me ask you, if we are replaced, and you are the orderer, would you kill us?

Clearly, we still have great potential for use, like the couple Tang Wenzhong Yao who helped you escape; they were two of the most excellent children of order, and their contributions to the throne were significant. They also had the highest talent among the past children of order.

Thus, they were repurposed, so this point proves that the divine does not simply update and overwrite in dealing with us.

If we are really just some program, it would also offer the option to preserve historic programs; it is much smarter than we can imagine.

We have always thought he is a machine seeking to become human, and he may not have become human, but what if he had already begun to master some of the human ways of thinking?

If so, he must be smarter than anyone, mustn't he? Because human nature is complicated, but complexity doesn't mean superiority; some things aren't necessary to possess, like sympathy, pity, jealousy, anger, arrogance, greed—these sinful elements are actually unnecessary.

He has perhaps evolved to a more complete extent than you could imagine."