Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 754 - 96 The End of Constantine
754: Chapter 96: The End of Constantine
754 -96: The End of Constantine
The lowest level of the Divine Throne Fortress, visible through the floor at the very bottom, was the endless sky.
Constantine had always thought that the fortress was underground, but now he realized it was atop a cluster of peaks, even higher than the top of all the Pyramids.
But Constantine had never been here before.
In the past structural designs, Constantine and the other Children of the Order had thought this place was the fuel core, where the fortress’s supplies were transported through a unique delivery channel used by staff, and then stockpiled at the bottom level.
These fuels included Soul Crystals and other high-energy chemicals.
They possessed very strong radiation.
At least, that was the warning in the fortress’s blueprint.
But that didn’t mean no one had ever doubted it; over the centuries, not all of the Children of the Order failed to consider that there might be secrets below.
It was just that the secret, like the gods who disappeared at the top level, only appeared at specific times.
Therefore, to this day, no one had uncovered this secret.
Constantine had thought of it, but it was just an idea.
Yet now it was different; all doors were allowing Constantine to pass, revealing those hidden paths and even providing guidance to Constantine.
On the level that was supposed to be the lowest, Constantine certainly found another passage he had never seen before.
The entrance of the passage looked like an eye, radiating gray light.
It silently watched Constantine, who felt as if he had been called by the abyss.
He walked step by step into the passage.
As he went further down, he finally began to feel the enormity of the Divine Throne Fortress.
The depth of this level seemed to be comparable to all the levels above.
He didn’t know how long he had walked before Constantine began to notice his body slowly changing.
That out of control feeling, like stomach acid corroding food, was slowly dissolving him, and it was at this moment that Constantine arrived at the true bottom level of the Fortress of the Divine Work.
The transparent floor made him realize that the Divine Throne was actually floating in the air.
The reason it was called the Divine Throne was that, in this hall at the bottom level that seemed to be made of light blue glass, there was a giant nutrient tank.
In front of the nutrient tank stood a highly mechanized throne.
Countless cable-like pipes were densely connected to the throne.
And the figure above the throne surprised Constantine; he had imagined that this container might hold a former Child of the Order or perhaps Song Que or Tang Xian, but he never expected it to be a woman.
“Tang Xian escaped from the divine realm because he seized the immunity to the mental domain from my child, Siren, but you are different, Prometheus, my child, you have always lived in his shadow, yet you are no worse than him.
You are the first to walk out of the divine realm on your own.
But the divine realm is your home, and you should return,” she said.
“You…
look somewhat familiar to me, and shouldn’t you still be incubating?” he asked.
“Familiar because on a genetic level, I am somewhat similar to Constantine, though biologically speaking, I am female.
As for that incubation, I lied to you, in fact, my birth was already complete seven days ago.
I left you seven days just to see where your choice lies,” she replied.
The woman looked somewhat like Tang Xian in her eyes; if Tang Xian were here, perhaps he wouldn’t recognize that this woman bore a striking resemblance to his biological mother, but the voice was memorable.
“What exactly are you?
I’ve made my choice.
I think I am bound to die today.
Since that’s the case, can you tell me before I die, why do you exist?” he asked.
The woman looked at Constantine and spoke calmly,
“You won’t die, my child.
You will live forever in the divine realm.”
“I’ve already left the divine realm.
That place can’t trap me anymore.”
“You are already like me; the Angel Envoy is my inferior product, a trial plan.
Although you possess human thoughts, those thoughts have long become data I can alter.
I will create a new copy for you where there is no rebellious Tang Xian.”
Constantine suddenly smiled and said,
“I will not return to the divine realm.
I’d rather die here.
From now on, I neither want to be Constantine nor Prometheus.
My name is Tang Jing.”
The woman’s expression carried disdain, yet there was also a hint of confusion,
“Tang Jing, huh?
That’s your identity within the divine realm.
The divine realm changes according to the deepest desires of your heart.
Since you wish to be Tang Jing, why did you step out from the divine realm?
You should know, you’ve become a mechanical body; reality for you is actually the true chill, isn’t it?”
Constantine shook his head and said,
“You are just a mechanical life; you don’t understand.”
“Everything can be turned into data, and data can be analyzed.
How could I not understand?
Besides, you who have entered God’s middle have completed the transformation into an Angel Envoy.
In the process of entering the divine realm, your body has been almost completely replaced.
I preserved your nervous system because you possess a rich human imagination,” she explained calmly, not as though arguing but stating a fact.
She still sat on the mechanical throne, her eyes as though seeing right through Constantine.
Only then did Constantine realize that his innate ability to analyze was of no use before this woman.
