Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 924 - 70: Primordial Eye

Chapter 924 -70: Primordial Eye

A lone man and woman in the small forest.

This doesn’t describe the scene between Song Que and Ju Mang. Instead, it’s the name of this forest, called the Lone Man and Woman Forest.

The forest originally didn’t have a name; Ju Mang named it temporarily.

Because not long ago, this place was home to many beasts capable of transforming into humans, but now, they are gone.

Only Song Que and Ju Mang remain here.

At this moment, Ju Mang is holding Song Que’s face, carefully observing the changes in his pupils’ colors.

“It’s still not stable, but it’s gradually stabilizing. In the evolution zone, there used to be talk of synchronization rates. Back then, Xi He and I had differing opinions. Xi He believed that 100% synchronization could be achieved in human form. But I thought that once 100% synchronization was achieved, humanity would have become beasts.”

Song Que said nothing. At present, his body size is no different from that of a human, but his pupils are blood-red, resembling a demon vividly.

The veins under his skin are unnervingly prominent, making him look like someone infected by a virus that only exists in biochemical novels.

Even the occasional breaths he emits carry the low growl of a beast.

“So I’ve always believed there’s no such thing as a perfect serum. Take Akasi’s little sweetheart, for instance. She gained power, but part of her body animalized. However, since it’s only a small part, she got lucky. Those deep ocean-blue eyes of hers are quite beautiful, and it doesn’t matter if she can’t speak—men sometimes appreciate silent women too. Not until Tang Xian tamed chaos itself and brought it to the mortal plane did I ever consider the possibility of a so-called perfect serum.”

Even in the evolution zone, even among the children of order, none can battle a calamity-class creature. As for those judged by the Tribunal or the four ferocious beasts, they’re on a level beyond mention.

The calamity-class creatures hunted by humans are mere remnants of Titan Behemoths, barely breathing.

So Ju Mang never considered the possibility, nor did she imagine one day seeing a real “hybrid beast-human.”

It’s already early summer, and the “Lone Man and Woman Forest” where Ju Mang and Song Que are located is becoming uncomfortably warm. Ju Mang takes off her jacket, revealing her graceful figure.

Song Que turns his head away.

Ju Mang laughs:

“There’s no one else here now. Even if you do something, the only ones who’d know would be heaven, earth, you, and me. Qiao Shanshan won’t know.”

Song Que remains silent, lifting his head to look at the moon in the sky.

“Right now, there’s a beastly side to you. Although you once had an extremely chaotic personality, that persona couldn’t be analyzed using conventional logic. But now, this version of you isn’t overly complicated—it’s terribly savage. Why suppress it? Wouldn’t venting some of it be fine?”

Ju Mang speaks as if coaxing a small animal into mischief, her gaze dreamy:

“Qiao Shanshan has what I have too. But I’m better than her. Would she, like me, not care about your current monstrous appearance? Though it’s improving, you might eventually control your beastification completely—but that will take a long time. Why not use this time to test if hybrids and humans have reproductive isolation?”

Song Que stands up, his eyes filled with warning. Right now, his speech is rigid, unlike Tang’s fluent yet fragmented sentences. Song Que’s words come with difficulty.

He is very clear-headed, but no matter how clear he might be, a blaze roars within his chest, begging to be unleashed.

If he weren’t an exceptionally self-restrained person with a profound moral compass, he might let that fire devour him, release his beastly instincts, and become a mad destroyer.

“I… will go to the lake… to calm down.” In a flash, Song Que’s figure disappears.

Ju Mang withdraws her seduction tactics as well.

Her dreamy gaze dissipates, growing composed. She then takes out a notebook and begins recording:

“Compared to the first day he fully beastified and wanted to kill me in a frenzy, as of now, no matter how much provocation I try, he can maintain outward calm. Yes, no matter how…”

It’s hard to imagine what kind of person Song Que used to be. Are there truly people like him among humans? He’s practically a saint.

I can feel the overwhelming murderous intent and desire to kill spilling from him. When tearing apart beasts, those stinking viscera—he starts devouring them nonstop.

But consuming beasts raw is, of course, unbearable. When he morphs back into human form, he begins paying the price for it, vomiting uncontrollably and showing some regret for his transformation. Yet soon he becomes resolute again.

Continuing to provoke him feels increasingly pointless. Song Que indeed possesses an intriguing body but an uninteresting soul. His beastified self is fascinating, but it’s losing its edge; his saintly persona is gradually taking over. I believe it won’t be long before he can seamlessly master his beast form.

But only he could accomplish it. Anyone less pure-hearted would have long succumbed to their beastly nature.

Once Song Que fully masters the beast form, this experiment will be considered a success. But sadly, it lacks universal applicability.

After all, there’s only one saint.”

Though Ju Mang conducts tests, she’s only now realizing she was playing with fire earlier. What if Song Que truly let his beast instincts take over and did something to her?

Of course, such a scenario is impossible.

Soon, Song Que returns.

His hair is soaked, evidently having spent a long time submerged. Though the weather is gradually warming, the lake’s water remains icy cold.