Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 729 - 86 Countdown for the Two Constants

729: Chapter 86: Countdown for the Two Constants

729 -86: Countdown for the Two Constants

Sacred Mountain.

After consulting Endless Turtle for his life prophecy, Tang Xian did not change his schedule.

Although everything he spoke with Endless Turtle could possibly be known to the Judge, the tasks Tang Xian undertook remained no different from any other day.

He continued to peruse through the various ancient texts in the library, though no longer those of Myriad Beasts Realm’s history, but the data of all the beast kinds of this world.

From them, Tang Xian learned the name of the chameleon; it was called Shenyin.

Untraceable, a magical creature that existed outside of cause and effect.

It was said even the six great apocalyptic beast gods couldn’t track Shenyin if it truly wished to stay hidden.

However, Shenyin itself was not strong.

This specialized ability to stay hidden made Shenyins very rare.

According to the records, there was a tribe of Shenyins on the other side of the Hungry Sea, but this was unverifiable.

The only Shenyin known to the world was the Judge’s mount.

Tang Xian actually believed in Endless Turtle’s prophecy; he guessed it must be some sort of temporal ability.

He had only seven days to live.

In a sense, that was true, and even now with a plan forming in his mind, he did not rush to execute it.

Because as long as Shenyin did not die, he could potentially always be pursued silently.

But killing Shenyin would certainly require some effort.

Tang Xian frowned.

Now, with his sense of smell that could cover the entire Sacred Mountain, he knew the location of the chameleon Shenyin.

Yet this chameleon, which would immediately hide itself whenever even an ancient ape approached, had eluded others for so long.

Tang Xian could distinctly sense that scent disappear.

It would be a long while before Shenyin’s scent would resurface.

This meant that Shenyin didn’t trust anyone except the Judge, not even these Long-eared Ancient Apes—it stayed on guard.

Day One.

Tang Xian observed all of Shenyin’s habits, combining some knowledge from the ancient texts of Myriad Beasts, he silently contemplated a strategy.

On this day, the only thing Tang Xian did was this.

He figured out Shenyin’s resting pattern.

Shenyin was an extremely sensitive creature, its sensory abilities were not particularly strong, but it was still difficult for Tang Xian to approach it.

Even the slightest sound could alert it.

Even when Shenyin entered a state of sleep, the slightest rustling would wake it up.

Tang Xian observed until late into the night, without sleeping.

To kill Shenyin, Tang Xian showed considerable determination.

His true thought was, if he could acquire Shenyin’s ability, escaping the Sacred Mountain would not require the previous plan.

That previous plan, after all, was too variable, although Endless Turtle mentioned he had a calamity coming in seven days, Tang Xian did not mind, as the future could be changed.

The balding heads of twentieth-century scientists were proof of that.

With a preliminary plan in mind, Tang Xian went to another location, patiently waiting.

This was Day One.

On this day, within the world of the Pyramid, the various conflicts between the Judgment Knights and humans had not yet begun.

On this day, Song Que had just set up the Hongmen Banquet, placing Song Zhuo and Song Wei under house arrest, crushing their ambition to “steal the Song dynasty.”

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God’s Realm.

Day One.

As all the human fortresses plunged into panic, and the faith in the Ordainers hit rock bottom, Constantine had done nothing at all.

He had no time to attend to the affairs of the human world.

For he had only the last seven days of his life.

In these last seven days, he must make a choice—

Whether to live eternally after the seventh day, forever in the realm of God, or to find a way to prolong his life by all means necessary.

The latter was merely struggling on with only marginal chances of success.

These days, Constantine had been searching for the greatest secret within God’s Realm, that is, what exactly the Ordainer wanted to do?

How far had Its evolution come?

Why did It keep him alive?

And it was today, Constantine finally discovered something.

He realized he only had seven days left of his life.

He had been cautiously trying to record what he had done in an unconscious state, that is, actions taken while being controlled.

To make clear the ultimate motive of the Ordainer.

During these days, Constantine often reminisced about his childhood events.

The memory was still crystal clear.

In that unsupervised room, two children’s beds lay just two meters apart.

Their speech was still unclear, yet the content was incredibly sophisticated.

This scene seemed utterly surreal.

As if the souls of two adults had crossed over into the bodies of toddlers.

“What if seeking the truth requires sacrifices?” he remembered himself back then as Prometheus. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

“Whatever can be given, I will give,” Tang Xian had said.

“What grudge do you hold against this world?” Prometheus had inquired.

“Born with it, believe it or not?”

“There’s nothing to disbelieve, I couldn’t beat you even if I dared to.

But no one has accomplished that in the past few centuries, why do you think we can?

Do you have that much faith in me?”

Tang Xian did not answer that question, and Prometheus did not inquire further.

They both knew in their hearts.

The two of them had no trust in one another, only a shared enemy.

“Will we become enemies in the future?” Prometheus had asked.

“Who can be certain about the future?”

In that room, both children had their own calculations about the future.

The two who should have been the smartest children of Order, both renounced their identities on that day.