Pretending To Be A Boss

Song Que's matter-of-fact tone revealed one of the world's evil secrets as Tang Xian returned to Fortress Thirty-nine.

Assuming the identity of Tang Jikede, he sat in a corner of the outdoor café, watching the comings and goings, observing the terror on everyone's faces.

In reality, it wasn't something too difficult to accept. The Judgment Knights had only emerged in recent times.

But similar events had been ongoing since ancient times. Humanity's obsessive research and transformation of itself, the desire to accelerate the evolutionary process, had always been tinged with a destructive pathology.

In some ways, the Judgment Knights proved this point.

Compared to the residents of the Pyramid who were still somewhat unaware, struck too hard on the head to instantly realize what was happening, the lords were the most nervous.

They were astonished at the production process of the Judgment Knights, yet they had already harbored suspicions in their hearts. What truly made them incredulous was that lords living inside the Pyramid would develop the will to oppose it.

The coffee had grown cold.

Tang Xian watched an electronic eye not far away, then looked at the phone booth across the street.

His expression remained calm.

He had never believed that just by himself and Song Que, they could awaken the people.

That they could make the people realize that for hundreds of years, the place they lived in was nothing but a cage.

Just like one day, if people discovered that a tower leading to the abode of the gods truly existed in this world, they wouldn't immediately accept the concept of gods in this world.

The most likely scenario would be to forcibly apply a logical explanation to all these illogical situations first.

Song Que revealed the truth, and then what? People wouldn't really part ways with the Pyramid.

The lords would still come up with various reasons to pacify the people afterward, these reasons would invariably be noble, wrapped in a mantle of righteousness.

And everyone had lived here for hundreds of years; such habits were hard to change with just the truth of the Judgment Knights.

What he had Song Que do was merely an appetizer.

To let a large number of humans migrate from Baichuan City and leave the Pyramid, moving human civilization to a new chapter, was still premature.

The real goal was to draw out a few individuals.

The phone in the booth suddenly rang.

At the same time, television towers across the world were also forcibly interrupted.

Tang Xian glanced at the time, not more than twenty-five minutes had passed.

"Still pretty efficient," he muttered softly, then stood up and walked into the phone booth.

In fact, as early as the 21st century, when mobile phones became a possession that all of humanity held, phone booths were phased out.

But as iconic structures, and as reminders of the past, these functional buildings remained—serving more than just a decorative purpose.

The moment he picked up the phone, Tang Xian heard Constantine's complaint:

"You've played with fire here. We don't know much about the forces of order right now. Just like a machine, if it encounters a virus, it must have countermeasures. The most drastic of which would be a system reinstallation. What you made your people do is like implanting a virus that contradicts the base code.

Aren't you afraid something we don't know about will come to wipe us out?"

Tang Xian chuckled and said,

"Ju Mang and Ganesa are dead."

"I've heard about that, how did you do it?"

"It's not too good to talk about it over the phone, but I guess I'm not the only one interested in this matter. Siren, Uranus, they all want to know, don't they?"

"The one who just interrupted all the fortress broadcast equipment was Siren.

He controls many of this world's entertainment and media industries.

What you've done is meaningless. Perhaps it could enlighten mankind, but as long as they don't leave the Pyramid, after your death, Siren can quickly reset everything back to square one."

Tang Xian didn't deny it, touching his nose as he said,

"But I'm not dead yet, and they probably really want me dead. After all, isn't this an official declaration of war against them?"

"Yes, as soon as your people took down Li Wanye, Siren had already planned to deal with you.

He and Uranus have reached cooperation, Kon... Tang Xian, I'm also here to tell you this. Your chances of winning are not great. You don't understand how powerful Siren is."

"More powerful than Ju Mang?"

"That... is hard to say. Are you sure you can't tell me the details? That woman was very troublesome. How did she die?"

Constantine was still very curious about how Tang Xian had so easily killed Ju Mang and Ganesa.

"Ju Mang and Ganesa are dead, yet you sound quite happy."

"Yes. Ju Mang had been skeptical of me from the beginning. I didn't like her much."

"She had little tiger teeth, no wonder," Tang Xian blurted out unexpectedly.

This nonsensical remark left Constantine bewildered:

"Tiger teeth?"

"Tiger teeth harm Ding, and you're called Constantine, so it's natural you two didn't get along."

Constantine, on the other end of the phone, wore an expression that spoke volumes of speechlessness:

"Your knack for making jokes is really not that great."

"Although she was a hassle, she was still human, and without a head, she couldn't survive. Anyway, I just need to focus on dealing with Siren now, right?"

Tang Xian's tone remained as it was, as if killing Ju Mang was just a matter of course.

This indifferent tone made Constantine feel the need to remind Tang Xian:

"Well yes, but without Ganesa, Bronze Judgment Knights and Silver Judgment Knights are now under the control of Siren.