Pretending To Be A Boss

And in that lengthy second, there were also dozens of Judgment Knights capable of inflicting harm upon himself.

"I must say, you all are really keen on seeing me dead. If I don't die today, I feel like I would be letting you down after all this trouble," Tang Xian remarked with a hint of jest.

As everything in his surrounding vision slowly began to change in accordance with Siren's will, Tang Xian, on the contrary, calmed down.

"Your feigned composure is quite amusing. I was hoping you could alleviate my boredom of the past twenty years, but alas, that waste of space Number Seven possessed the Corrupted Bloodline of the Eden creatures, and Constantine is quite wary of you."

Having entered the Consciousness Illusion, Siren was not afraid of Tang Xian. In a sense, he was invincible here.

"The dimension of time can be altered by me within consciousness, but the degree of this temporal shift is not substantial. You don't have much time left, your body can no longer move, and the Judgment Knights' Exhaustive Ray will critically injure you in an instant."

Tang Xian nodded; those rays made even Tang Feiji feel uncomfortable.

His own vitality had been greatly enhanced due to the seven-day rule of the mining area.

But it certainly couldn't compare to catastrophic level creatures.

Yet Tang Xian was akin to a bystander, as if he stood outside the stage, watching these people perform.

"But I'm not dead yet. Don't you think the Judgment Knights outside are dawdling too much?"

Siren frowned slightly, as his prey not showing fear somewhat diminished the thrill of the hunt.

Tang Xian had seen the Judgment Knights in action before; those peculiar rays were extremely troublesome, and once unleashed, given his current condition, whether on the physical or consciousness level, he was firmly bound and unavoidable.

But he felt no pain.

On the contrary, it was only now that Tang Xian revealed a smile.

This smile carried an inscrutable meaning that Siren found rather distasteful. He asked annoyingly:

"What's so funny?"

"Psychic invasions are useless against me, though it's impressive that you can pull me into such an illusion. People do feel an inconsistency in time within dreams, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.

But it will never exceed a certain ratio. Constantine and Uranus aren't fools; they wouldn't give their victory speech while I'm trapped in such a dream state, right? So why am I not dead yet?"

Tang Xian took a step forward.

As he moved, Siren suddenly summoned several enormous creatures.

Shiling, Dragon Breath, Plague Source, Gluttony.

Seeing these creatures, Siren also felt a moment of shock.

"Oh, impressive. These are some of the troublesome entities I've encountered in my consciousness. It seems your ability isn't just to pull people into dreams but to weave them as well."

Tang Xian's tone was somewhat indifferent; any one of these catastrophic bosses possessed terrifying power enough to destroy human civilization.

Siren couldn't comprehend what Number Seven had been through in the mining zone.

He naturally recognized these creatures; as a child of order, he possessed knowledge on par with Tang Xian.

What kind of entity could handle so many catastrophic boss-level creatures?

The Ashen Dragon gathered Dragon Breath, countless insects and venomous creatures stirred within the body of Plague Source, Shiling stepped forward, and Gluttony let out a bizarre howl.

If this were truly a dream, it would undoubtedly be a nightmarish terror.

Enemies once faced now suddenly reconvening, alongside a master of the dream—

If one could not awaken from it, unimaginable torment would ensue.

But Tang Xian remained as he was, an image of nonchalance.

"This battle should have trapped my consciousness while Constantine and Uranus locked away my body.

You indeed succeeded, and that's commendable. But the Judgment Knights are under your control, right? So why haven't they killed me yet?"

Tang Xian asked this question for the third time.

Eventually, Siren began to sense something was amiss.

The dimensions of reality and illusion were different, but they shouldn't be this far apart.

Tang Xian should be dead by now, his body pierced through by the Judgment Knights' Exhaustive Ray.

But there he was, perfectly fine, mocking Siren with a detestable expression from within his own created illusion.

"Before that meeting started, it was you who suggested that Constantine beguile Ganesa, right?

Because both of you controlled the Judgment Knights, and in the control of higher-tier soldiers, your power surpassed Ganesa's. But in the lower ranks, the Silver and Bronze Judgment Knights were more under Ganesa's influence.

After his death, all the power over the Judgment Knights would fall to you.

You must have been gloating, using me as a knife for you and Constantine, with which you killed Ju Mang and Ganesa."

Siren's pupils constricted.

He suddenly realized that Number Seven might not have been pretending to be calm at all.

Perhaps he had been aware of everything from the start.

Tang Xian did not have access to Siren's data, but he knew what Siren was thinking at that moment. He said softly:

"That's right, I knew all of this much earlier. I am aware that Constantine is no longer my card."

Siren's eyes widened.

Tang Xian's smile grew more amicable, and he kindly said:

"You must be eager to know how I realized it."

Despite his unwillingness, Siren was indeed curious about where things had gone wrong.

"It's actually quite simple. You shouldn't have gone to see Li Wanye."

"Why?" Siren was startled.

"Because I had already persuaded Li Wanye. For you to find and persuade him as well would have at least indicated that there was someone he considered to be on par with the demon children of Eden."