Pretending To Be A Boss

The voice came again.

Tang Xian felt more awake. It was as if the voice had invigorated his will.

"The person he's waiting for?"

Tang Xian realized that he couldn't hold on much longer and would soon enter a dormant state due to the lack of bodily functions.

He began to think hard about the meaning of this voice.

Before long, a third voice came, followed by the fourth, the fifth, the sixth…

These voices were like that of a tireless farmer, continuously tilling the barren field.

"This must be the voice of the Sea God. I can hear it, but I can't respond! Damn it!"

Tang Xian wanted to break through the stomach of the great creature, only to find that his body no longer obeyed him.

It was as if every other part of his body no longer belonged to him, with only the brain and a few scattered threads of consciousness being held together by the sheer will to survive.

This sea seemed capable of sinking one's soul as well.

Tang Xian despaired to find that, after hearing this voice, he could not change his fate of sinking to the ocean floor.

In his sea of consciousness, that voice still echoed.

The voice of this self-proclaimed long-dead fellow now sounded to Tang Xian tinged with a forlorn and desperate quality.

How long had it been waiting?

Was it constantly calling out in the sea like this, without a moment's rest?

Tang Xian's consciousness began to fade again.

The heavy drowsiness felt even more ferocious than the turbulent deep-sea currents.

Suddenly he realized… it seemed not so turbulent anymore.

But his mind was still groggy, and it was getting more and more so.

Being unkillable might not be something to boast about.

Because it meant that in certain situations, one would suffer almost eternal agony.

In a daze, Tang Xian seemed to hear something being dissolved.

The hissing sound of acid corroding an object.

But he was too tired, and Tang Xian's will finally could not withstand this prolonged hypoxia and he fell into a deep sleep.

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Innumerable herds of beasts and human hunters were engaged in a frenzied slaughter.

Tang Xian had never been to the Yuepela Plains; the scene before him probably resembled the time on the bloodstained wasteland when countless herds of cattle and beasts were migrating.

Except this time it wasn't a migration, but a charge.

He was still at the entrance of the low hill's cave, watching a force of human hunters and regular army, numbering several times more than the beast herds, charge into battle.

The two armies clashed, with the power of both worlds diminishing bit by bit.

A dreamscape.

In a dream, it's hard to realize you're dreaming; often, once you do realize it, you wake up.

But if one is in a prolonged coma, in an anoxic environment yet not succumbing to death,

unless there's violent interference from the outside world, even if you realize you're dreaming, you cannot wake up from it.

Tang Xian watched everything in the dreamscape, then suddenly turned to look back.

But Akasi, Tangsuoye, and the others were nowhere to be seen.

He looked again from that low cave at the warring tribes.

Song Que, with a face half black and half white, charged at the forefront of the humans, displaying incredible valor.

Li Zheng and Qi Xun led their respective families' forces to provide support.

Countless famed chosen ones from the Human World exerted powers far beyond their usual capabilities.

They were clad in powerful gear and wielded weapons of the Soul Crystal series, their strength greatly enhanced from before.

Yet the battle was still a retreating one, with more and more beasts and fewer and fewer humans.

A massive silhouette obscured the sky.

Tang Xian could not make out its entire body; it was a figure several times larger than the Zudun Giant.

Fearful wails began to emanate from the crowd. The previously fighting human army suddenly cast off their armor and helmets, starting to flee in all directions.

Tang Xian wanted to step out of the cave to see clearly what this gigantic creature was and why it brought such great terror to humans.

But he couldn't leave the cave.
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It was as if some force had sealed him in.

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Time trickled by bit by bit.

Deep in the ocean, perhaps time did not align with that on the surface.

Its pace ought to be chaotic, advancing erratically.

Tang Xian felt as if he had been wandering through countless chaotic dreams for thousands of years.

Or was it just a moment?

The tumultuous dreams finally came to an end one by one, and Tang Xian slowly opened his eyes.

His consciousness also began to return gradually.

He shook his head, feeling soggy in his ears, a truly uncomfortable sensation as if his brain was waterlogged.

The sizzling sound of the acid corroding returned.

Tang Xian looked around in surprise.

This seemed to be… still inside the great creature's stomach. He suddenly looked up.

What he saw was the great creature's flesh and bones, now scarcely remaining.

Pupils constricting, Tang Xian instantly came to his senses.

"Was the great creature eaten by another entity?"

Tang Xian was certain his guess was correct.

He was still in the stomach of the great creature, but its body had been partially corroded by the gastric juices of another creature.

And that seawater had been drained out as well.

Giant sea creatures would swallow food and seawater together, but the seawater was quickly expelled.

Tang Xian looked out from the incomplete remains of the Cerberus and could vaguely see the vast space outside.

"How large must this creature be?"

From the size of the stomach, Tang Xian roughly estimated that it was a creature of a size comparable to the Zudun Giant, which could measure up to six hundred meters.

At that moment, a drop of gastric acid landed on Tang Xian's shoulder.

[Warning, current damage taken is seven percent of maximum health.]

[Successfully resisted the Dragon-horned Shark's gastric juice damage.]

[Acquired one point of Dragon-horned Shark resistance.]