Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 515 - 100: It Was Always Just Tang Xian

Tang Xian had always found it strange that he simply couldn't recall any memories before the age of three.

Even though he later confirmed that it was quite normal for many people to forget their childhood memories, there was usually a blurred buffer zone.

Not like his situation, where one side was the clear, visible world and the other became an abyssal cliff.

It wasn't until today, with the emergence of two sets of memories, that he finally understood it all.

Far from forgetting, on the contrary—

His overwhelming intelligence and computational capability meant that while still in his mother's womb, he already possessed nearly adult-level wisdom.

All his memories had started at that time.

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Inside his consciousness, he was in a world that was warm yet pitch black.

The first thing Tang Xian felt when those memories awakened was precisely this.

The time was twenty-four years ago.

The life experience within the box, perhaps only a few people in the whole world could remember this state.

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What echoed in his ears was no longer the conversation between Tang Wen and Zhong Yao.

It was just a woman's low weeping.

Perhaps she was in some cold room, waiting alone for the day of childbirth to arrive.

In the subsequent conversations between some staff and this woman, Tang Xian also confirmed this.

This woman was his birth mother.

The one truly related to him by blood.

Her genes were quite ordinary in the Human World, yet she had given birth to a monster like him.

She might have never known that during those nights when she hummed those mournful ballads, there was always an audience, and the sole audience at that.

It wasn't just the lullabies; there was much more.

She talked to herself as if giving prenatal education:

"My child, you must be a cautious and careful person in the future, you'll have the opportunity to encounter the divine, but there's only a fine line between gods and devils."

Or:

"Don't trust them, they selected all the smartest children only to bestow that steel-like monster with human intelligence.

This world has no gods, we have all been deceived."

The woman was like a preacher who enjoyed speaking in religious puzzles.

Or a heretic breaker.

She would repeatedly mutter certain phrases, seemingly wanting her child to etch them deep into his memory.

Although there were quite a few women in this region responsible for giving birth to the children of order, she was far from the one with the best genes, yet she always believed that her child would be the future Son of Order.

The Son of Order possesses greater wisdom than ordinary people, but they are not omniscient or omnipotent, they simply awakened their intellect earlier.

The greatest achievement of the woman's life was to give birth to this Son of Order in this mechanical realm.

After the Son of Order was born, Tang Xian knew the woman's fate even though he did not witness it.

The day he came into the world, a baby who did not cry caught the attention of many people in lab dust suits.

Instead, the woman beside them screaming hoarsely, desiring just one glance at her child, went ignored.

That was the last time Tang Xian saw that woman.

She was in hysteria, wanting just one look at her own child, even if her life had no future left.

Tang Xian did not know her name, but ultimately he remembered the face of the woman who gave birth to him.

He felt that his mother was truly pitiable.

At the beginning of humanity, there really are no such things as innately good or bad nature. It's all just instinct, and instincts might lead to good or bad actions.

Tang Xian was like a non-partisan, but when he thought of his mother, he still felt she was truly pitiable.

He actually did remember those words, but he had no way to tell her.

All of this was meaningless.

Zhong Yao and Tang Wen were dead, and this woman was probably dead too, most likely disposed of shortly after he was taken away.

In the strictest sense, there were no more relatives left for him in this world.

After this, Tang Xian was taken to a sealed environment to begin various cultivations.

At the age of two, due to his exceptional intelligence, he was the first to enter the core zone of the divine seat and became one of the seven god-children to be nurtured.

In the empty divine seat, the teachers responsible for imparting advanced knowledge had yet to appear.

In the first year of his life, he had already mastered part of the language.

For example, the most universally used and widely spoken language in the world.

The wisdom of the Son of Order wasn't considered the limit of humanity. Throughout human history, there have been geniuses superior to the order-bearers, but in learning capacity, memory, and computational ability, they couldn't compare with the Sons of Order.

And premature awareness was like a soul with a measure of wisdom living in the body of an infant.

Tang Xian spent most of his time in a baby cot. On these highly mechanized sleeping devices, he could acquire a great deal of knowledge.

Many of these knowledge required access permissions. His permissions were higher than those of ordinary personnel, but there were still documents he couldn't consult, documents that seemed to become progressively accessible as he grew older and contributed more to the mechanical divine seat.

But even the knowledge accessible to the Sons of Order at a young age allowed Tang Xian, while waiting for his teachers and peers to arrive, to gradually uncover some secrets.

These secrets were hidden within the divine seat.

Machines cannot evolve; they can only strengthen existing algorithms to the extreme. They're incapable of developing new algorithms.