Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 362 - 44: The Truth of the Sacred Fortress_3
Song Que suddenly found himself unable to speak.
"Your sense of justice is naive and laughable, but I haven’t spread these messages. Just imagine, if the lowly miners learned of this first, how many fortresses would erupt into chaos?"
"I must kindly remind you that non-gifted individuals simply cannot survive for long in the mines, they can’t even handle a single enhanced creature. And upon their return to the Pyramid—do you really think those accustomed to superior attitudes would lower their stance to accept them?"
Zhuo He continued:
"My holy fortress is a living example. There may be a handful who spare a thought for those lower beings, but have you seen the contented expression of the majority?"
"Commander Song! My approach is the just one!"
The benevolent face abruptly twisted into something ferocious.
Song Que felt a terrifying aura burst forth in an instant.
Zhuo He’s face slowly contorted, his mouth protruding, making him look extremely odd.
Song Que was not even concerned with this oddity; he was stunned by Zhuo He’s words.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but ultimately, just as Zhuo He had analyzed.
Perhaps once this secret was revealed, the people at the bottom would only suffer from even more horrific oppression and exploitation.
Because there is no third world.
They could probably survive in the mines for a long time, but they lacked the capacity to live.
In the Pyramid, they might appear no different from the gifted, but they are destined to not change their oppressed fate.
In both worlds, they seemed like misfits that could never truly be accepted.
Unless there was a third world, otherwise, as Ye Feng had said to him after the battle... these people, they simply have no future, right?
Zhuo He’s face finally completed the transformation, and Song Que looked at that face.
"What a pity, the young master of the Song family from the First Fortress has perished at my hand. I will undoubtedly face a lot of trouble, but there’s no helping it, Commander Song, I must send you to another place, because you know too many secrets."
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Song Que’s heart surged with shock.
If the fact that non-gifted individuals could survive seven days in the mines already overturned his understanding,
then the scene before him once again overturned Song Que’s understanding.
He had indeed seen mine creatures that could take on human form.
But he had never imagined that a mine creature could become human and rule over a human fortress!
The figure before him, where was Zhuo He?
Standing before Song Que was the calamity-level boss creature—Crystal Heron.
Its feathers shimmered like sapphires, and though its size was not large, it resembled the mythical crane said to be capable of carrying humans in flight.
Only its feathers shone with the luster of gems, appearing both sharp and hard.
Zhuo He said:
"I and the Endless Turtle are the eyes of the court. Turtle and heron are the pupils: I monitor the world of humans, the Endless Turtle monitors the world of all beasts.
Commander Song, I admire you. With your ten talents, the being at the very top of the Pyramid would surely delight in using you as a vessel.
Unfortunately, you have learned of things you shouldn’t know. For the sake of all humanity and all beasts, you cannot remain in this world."
Song Que assessed the likelihood of escape, now understanding why the aged Zhuo He had no guards by his side—
Why would a calamity-level boss creature need human protection?
The fact that beasts ruled the Pyramid was even more shocking than the lower class being banished to the mines.
He couldn’t imagine that among the more than two hundred human fortresses, the Holy Fortress was ruled by beasts.
"You can’t escape, Commander Song. Since you’re so fond of standing up for the lowly, I shall send you to the Holy Fortress."
A blue light flashed, and a warning suddenly sprung into Song Que’s mind.
[Escape! We cannot contend with this being! Try every possible way to flee!]
Both personalities felt an immense threat.
But in the non-mining areas, humans simply couldn’t compare with the beasts.
In the real world, Song Que could not activate the Eyes of the Scales, and even if he could, he was absolutely no match for the Crystal Heron.
Song Que fell to the ground.
Soon, his body was shrouded in a black robe, obscuring his face.
Several guards carried Song Que toward the lower levels—to the forbidden teleportation gate.
From afar, Zhuo He watched all this and said:
"Enjoy your time in the deep pit. After all, the miners can still survive, but you only have the last seven days of your life."
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Tang Xian sneezed.
Not far from the Holy Land, Tang Feiji had flown for two days, and the dragon with the two riders had their fill of the beasts of the north.
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It was rather leisurely, especially for Tang Feiji, who would occasionally eye the beasts below the clouds and ask if they were edible, if they tasted good.
Tang Xian did not cheat it. In fact, Tang Feiji couldn’t fly any faster anyway.
So, although Tang Xian was quite concerned about Qing JiuYu’s safety, rushing wouldn’t help; he could only pray that the enchanting woman could hold on for a couple more days.
Thinking so, he sneezed again.
"Seems like a fox is thinking of me." He lifted his head and gazed at the distant mountains.
Beyond those mountains lay a vast pit.
(I must end this chapter here... because the next one is set at the bottom of the pit, and I had thought I could write 8,000 words today, but I need to get my neck checked this evening—cervical strain, it’s really uncomfortable. I’ll make up for it tomorrow.)
