Pretending To Be A Boss

Like a deity purifying the world, the demons and monsters vanished into thin air in an instant.

Siren felt as if he was up against something unbelievable, encountering for the first time an entity in the dream realm that could stand toe-to-toe with him.

He kept summoning various things to stop Tang Xian, while Tang Xian kept dissipating them.

This stalemate went on for several minutes.

In these minutes, Siren witnessed countless powerful creatures.

And some terrifying beings that you could only see in the deep sea.

But no matter the level of their existence, they were all easily obliterated by Tang Xian.

This was a special kind of dream realm, where Tang Xian should not have been able to eradicate these creatures so decisively if he had even the slightest fear of them.

It was as if this waste number seven stood before these myriad beasts with a demeanor that said he ruled over all.

Of course, Siren couldn't understand Tang Xian's view on these myriad beasts.

Who would be afraid of their food?

He had thought these powerful myriad beasts could withstand Tang Xian, but instead, they just made Tang Xian more adept with his various abilities in the dream realm.

"This is indeed a nice domain, I hope you're generous when you die."

Who wouldn't want to be a king of luck? No matter how powerful the enemy, just drag them into a dream to thrash them, and summon entities from memory.

Siren's ability was extremely useful, and even Tang Xian couldn't help wanting to plunder it.

He became more skillful with every power in the dream realm.

The surroundings began to distort, with the ground of the school district rolling like waves to surround Siren.

He wanted to stop Siren, but Siren was no easy opponent; no matter what Tang Xian did, he was able to restore the dream to its original state.

Only now the roles of offense and defense had switched between the two.

Tang Xian searched for an opportunity to kill Siren, while Siren still held a glimmer of hope for Constantine and the others.

He hoped to see Tang Xian suddenly die, hopeful that the more than seven hundred judgment knights outside could kill Tang Xian.

His expectations became more intense with time but began to give way to self-doubt.

He desperately wanted to leave the dream realm, but the problem was that he couldn't.

Siren was like an unwelcome guest who had barged into someone's home, intending to overthrow the host and claim the territory as his own.

He had always done this, altering the consciousnesses of countless people and peering into their memories.

But Tang Xian was different; Tang Xian was like a thug more ferocious than any bandit, and once you entered his domain, the robbers could well become the robbed.

The entire Consciousness Illusion had been locked down, leaving no possibility of escape.

This was a battlefield where it was a fight to the death.

And the distance between Tang Xian and Siren was rapidly closing.

Siren became somewhat panicked; he knew that a physical attack had no effect on Tang Xian.

But he didn't expect this man's spirit to be so strong as well.

The monsters in Tang Xian's sea of consciousness had been displayed in full, but Tang Xian's speed of eradicating these monsters was getting faster and faster.

When there was nowhere left to retreat to and no place to hide, Siren realized that he seemed to be about to engage in direct combat with this Eden's demon child in the dream.

Tang Xian did not recall the various scenes of being bullied by Siren as a child, nor did he bother to declare any victory speeches.

Right now, he just wanted to end the battle quickly; he charged towards Siren, getting faster and faster!

Siren's heartbeat pounded like a heavy drum, and in panic, he watched Tang Xian's fists, sensing an intense crisis.

Fear caused Siren to throw caution to the wind, and he began to summon anything from Tang Xian's memory, not just myriad beasts.

Varieties of people, past classmates, teachers, friends, supervisors... Siren dragged these people out.

He was like a drowning man making his last struggle, not caring who it was as long as they could stop this Eden's demon child.

But Tang Xian did not stop.

These people ultimately seemed like mere illusions to him, and he didn't even need to wave his hand; with just a glance, all sorts of memories were crushed into dust.

His long chase with Siren, this battle of summoned confrontations in the dream realm, had finally come to an end.

Siren looked somewhat desperately at Tang Xian's approaching figure.

He was clearly faster than Tang Xian but was trembling so much that he couldn't exert his full speed.

It was the first time he had encountered someone in the dream realm who could so dominantly dismantle all his tactics, leading to Siren's mistaken belief that Tang Xian was invincible.

Between life and death, Siren's brain also began to spin rapidly, trying to come up with a way to trap Tang Xian.

The fist wind howled.

There was no longer any obstacle between Tang Xian and Siren.

He did not know what the situation outside was like, but Ju Mang had clearly been dragging Uranus and Constantine with Ganesa.

The situation was three against three. As long as he dealt with Siren, the balance of victory and defeat would tilt significantly.

His fists were swift and decisive. Along the way, neither beasts nor humans had caused Tang Xian's will to waver in the slightest.

But just as he was about to smash into Siren, Tang Xian suddenly heard a childlike shout.

"Tang Xian."

His entire offensive came to an abrupt halt. The ferocious momentum of his fist instantly stopped.

A little girl in her teens opened her eyes wide, tinged with slight panic and insecurity.

She stared blankly at Tang Xian. The scene was still the artificial lake that had not changed for years, and she still looked the same as she did that year.

Without any intention to attack or obstruct, she managed to stop this unstoppable man in his tracks.

Siren's eyes widened, his breathing rapid. He too was shocked, not expecting that in Subject Seven's memories, the person who could stop him would be a little girl.

He probably understood a bit. As the person behind the scenes responsible for controlling the entertainment industry in this world, Siren thought that this was probably one of Tang Xian's little toys?

Just like those wealthy men would treat various beautiful women as their playthings, some toys were so youthful that ordinary people found it hard to comprehend.

Siren slowly backed away, as the dream would change with the emotions of its master.

He could feel the intense fluctuation of Tang Xian's emotions.

This entire dream seemed no longer impenetrable as before.

Tang Xian just stood there, gazing thoughtfully at the little girl.

If he had not met that child that year, what would he be like now? Perhaps he would become as detestable as those people behind him? Maybe he would not have as many friends as he did now?

Perhaps after regaining all his memories, his feelings for his foster parents would become very faint?

He shook his head ever so slightly, the movement minimal. It looked as though he was stunned, motionless.

Siren's expression turned ecstatic, as if he had finally found a real monster that could restrain Subject Seven in his memory filled with monsters.

He was overjoyed, estimating that the solid dreamscape would soon collapse due to Tang Xian's intense emotional fluctuations.

Tang Xian took a few steps back, coming to the little girl's side.

That event from years ago was nearly a decade past. In those ten years, he had met many people and experienced many things.

He ruffled the girl's hair, something he had not done much before, but now he felt it was not quite appropriate and instead hugged the stunned girl:

"Go back to your paradise."

Siren's smile suddenly froze.

Because the entire dream was like a giant egg about to crack, yet the signs of this strong collapse suddenly stopped.

The little girl in Tang Xian's arms, just like all the illusions before, began to slowly dissipate.

Siren knew that humans have obsessions. In a dream, if one encounters their obsession, it is hard to see through it. Tang Xian's initial reaction confirmed this for Siren.

But the way Tang Xian came back to his senses seemed quite peculiar.

In this man's memory, was there really nothing that could restrain him?

Not until the figure of the little girl completely vanished did Tang Xian slowly get up and turn to face Siren, as if he knew what Siren was thinking:

"I am not like you. In this world, there are people who truly love me. The idiot you summoned happens to be the least likely to hinder me.

I have no obsessions about her. I only hope that there is a heaven in this world, for that is where she belongs."

As if he had gained even more control over the dream, Tang Xian this time went straight to Siren, the ground beneath their feet seemingly rushing together.

Siren did not know why, but looking at Tang Xian's face filled with murderous intent, he felt as if he was looking at a demon.

He began to flee in terror but could never shake off the distance between him and Tang Xian.

When he was hoisted up by a massive force, Siren finally descended into complete despair.

Tang Xian's hand gripped his neck, speaking with a bone-chilling tone:

"I also hope that there is a hell in this world, because that will be where you belong."

Blood spurted out.

In the dream, Tang Xian's hand pierced through Siren's chest.

Outside the dream, Siren's body fell to the ground with a thud and did not rise again.