Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 513 - 99: Prometheus and Constantine_2

"Not bad, everything is quite interesting."

"Have you recovered all your memories?"

"Not yet. Memories about my other identity will probably only be answered in the mining area."

"Is the plan still ongoing?"

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"Of course."

The exchange between the two suggested an extraordinary relationship.

On the other end of the phone, Konstant doubted:

"It’s been twenty years. You know if your original intentions have changed, but as for whether I am still the same person I was, you have no way of knowing."

Tang Xian responded simply:

"I agree to continue, next question."

"I know, but now neither of us are necessarily the same as before. Are you sure we can still cooperate after you’ve lost your memories for twenty years?"

"Is being Konstant more interesting than the promise I gave you? Or has the threat I mentioned at the beginning been eliminated?" Tang Xian asked.

"I will answer the first question. I can’t say which is more interesting, as I have never been to the human realm, but being ’Konstant’, aside from not being bullied like you, probably doesn’t offer any other pleasure.

As for the second question. No, the ones who created us, those above us, are still a mystery. Although we are reputed to be the gods that control this world, the possibility of being replaced is still quite high," Konstant said with some resignation.

Tang Xian glanced at the bewildered Akasi, listened to the alarm sounds around him, and sensed the smell of many guards approaching from the distance. Yet his tone remained equally calm:

"Researchers have found that human intelligence can best peak at the age of twenty-two. This peak might come earlier, but it generally can’t be sustained past twenty-seven.

This research is based on ancient studies a thousand years ago, taking seven years and involving intelligence diagnosis of two thousand males and females aged between eighteen and sixty. In the twelve tests conducted, the average age of participants scoring the highest in nine of them ranged from twenty-two to twenty-five."

Akasi didn’t understand how Tang Xian’s topic suddenly switched to this kind of academic research.

Tang Xian continued:

"You should know, Tang Wen and Zhong Yao are considered by the machines to be in a state too valuable to discard yet not useful enough to keep.

This state will soon reach you and me. The Pyramid has ruled this world for hundreds of years, but we are not immortal. To me, most of those ’gods’ seem to have been dealt with at the age of twenty-five. You don’t have much time left, while I have already found a place where I could survive."

Konstant laughed in a tone suggesting resignation:

"What can I say? After all, I too am a coward who is exceedingly afraid of death. I am different from the Siren and the others; they eagerly seek recognition, but how can one establish feelings between the living and the cold, unfeeling machines?

Alright, I believe continuing our cooperation won’t be a problem, so let’s move on to the next phase of the plan. That thing, I’ll send it to the agreed place. To be honest, I’ve been resisting temptation for years now."

At the end of the call, Konstant suddenly asked:

"By the way, I am very curious, how did you defeat Xi He? You shouldn’t have the capability now, should you?"

"We only share mutual interests, but there is no trust to speak of. So don’t ask such questions. It’s a waste of your time and mine. Phone calls are quite expensive, I’ll hang up first."

And indeed, Tang Xian did hang up the phone.

Akasi thought to himself, you’re scrimping on phone bills to a ludicrous degree, aren’t you? Wasn’t the call made by someone else?

But he couldn’t voice his complaint; the atmosphere was off.

Tang Xian looked into the distance, silent. After a long while, he spoke:

"The guards are rushing here, but I suppose you don’t want to leave just yet."

"Yes."

"Can you still fight?"

"As long as there are no more leaders of that level showing up."

Tang Xian shook his head gently and said:

"Don’t worry, there are only a few such people, scattered around the world."

"Tang Xian, we are friends. If something’s on your mind, you can tell me," Akasi sensed that Tang Xian was troubled.

Tang Xian looked at Akasi, and a surge of subjective emotions from the past welled up.

The personality known as "Tang Xian," which was cultivated over nine years by Tang Wen and Zhong Yao, and gradually nurtured by the emotions of many others—

was undergoing a change that was difficult to categorize as either good or bad.

Without too much hesitation, Tang Xian showed a smile:

"My mother told me that there would definitely be people in this world who would be willing to follow and love me. I am grateful to her for that."

"It’s rare to hear you talk about your parents."

"They aren’t my real parents. It’s not a very long story, but it’s not easy to talk about either. If you want to listen, I will tell you."

"If you don’t feel like speaking…"

"No, it’s not that. Whether it’s you, Song Que, Qing Jiuyu, Bai Mansheng, Tang Suoye, Dong Ran, Qiao Shanshan, you are all people I trust. You all are important to me."

Tang Xian’s expression lacked his usual nonchalant and jesting attitude, displaying only absolute calmness. And because of this calmness, he seemed serious.

And because he was serious, his words felt a bit inappropriate for a conversation between men.

But Tang Xian still said it quite naturally.

"To humans, I am indeed an ominous being. This matter... it’s a bit complicated to explain, but I just hope that you can believe in my position."