Pretend To Be a Boss

  Chapter 210 The Devil's Dreamland

  Dreams are another box of memory.

   Sometimes people believe that warnings in dreams are not unreasonable.

  The night before the opening of the eighth fortress, Tang Xian told Li Xiaoyu about his past.

   That night he had a dream.

  In his dream, he saw the overlapping of the two worlds, saw the baby in the arms of the stone statue, and saw the baby telling himself, never go to the eighth floor.

   Tang Xian didn't care about dreams. After all, he also had a dream of eating dragon meat. But Tang Jifei is still alive and well.

  Just after that night, Tang Xian still felt that the dream was too coincidental.

  It's almost as if I have a kind of early warning ability that is almost prophetic.

  If it is said that all the environment in the dream is taken from reality, but it has been abstracted, then have I really been to that place?

  The place called by the father as the junction of the two worlds, a place that humans have not yet named.

  In that dream, he dreamed of many huge plants, leaning on the edge of human buildings, like the periphery of Baichuan City.

  In the dream, he also heard the roar of dragons and howls of foxes.

   Now that I think about it, is that fox Qing Jiuyu? Is that dragon the Tang plane?

  If this is the case, then this dream reveals a lot.

  At midnight, Tang Xian was still asleep, and this time he had another strange dream.

  Dreams are always mindless. It is also difficult for the dreamer to perceive that this is a dream.

   But Tang Xian could easily detect it.

  He is very strange, is this really a dream?

   Looking at his hands, they are small, as small as a child who is still learning to walk.

  The surrounding scene looks like a pyramid somewhere.

   But there are precision instruments that Tang Xian has never seen before, and the whole scene also has a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

  Huge futuristic machinery stands among them.

  He stared blankly at all this, thinking about where this place is.

   This should not be any known pyramid.

   Between the levels of the pyramid, there will be exaggerated civilization gaps like in the game.

   And here, even the eighth-story building developed by the Li family is completely incomparable with this place.

   A mechanical life form shining with silver light walked by.

  Perhaps it was because his body was too short. These silver bodies of more than two meters looked like giants to Tang Xian.

  Looking at the lines carved on the silver body, he suddenly thought of the Judgment Knight.

   It's just that those trial knights are also called bronze terracotta warriors.

   Tang Xian speculated, could this be a higher version of the Judgment Knight?

   Before he could think about it, he was injured by a hard throwing object.

  Like a metal ball, it was thrown from not far away.

   "He hit it, Siren, look at him, he's bleeding, it's so beautiful."

   "Uranus, I said, don't laugh at him, let him know that he is a waste, and he will be depressed again."

   There shouldn't be pain, Tang Xian thought so.

  Human beings’ attacks on themselves should be dispelled, there should be no pain, and they shouldn’t be able to hurt themselves.

   Tang Xian pressed his wound. His hands were covered in blood.

  The metal ball that hit him was also stained with blood.

   Turned around and looked along the sound.

   Those were three children who looked about the same age as me in the dream, and a little girl looked at me silently.

  The other two should be the two people called Siren and Uranus.

   Tang Xian couldn't remember where this place was at all, but felt disgusted instinctively.

  He wanted to strike out and teach those two kids a lesson, but when he tried to do so, he saw himself.

   It's like a sudden change in perspective.

  He saw that little self, wearing white and clean clothes at that time, like some kind of experimental subject.

   Then that little self stared viciously at the three people over there—and then passed out.

  It looks like a child of three or two years old, but he can bleed so much blood.

  At this time, Tang Xian discovered that this game probably changed from the first person to the third person.

   He becomes an observer.

  He tried to make a sound, tried to make some attractive movements, but no one could hear and no one could see.

   It's like it doesn't exist.

   Tang Xian didn't bother with this phenomenon, so that's good, maybe he can better observe the dream?

   But after walking for a while, he realized that he couldn't get too far away from the fainted child, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him.

   Similar to unopened areas.

  He could only walk around the young child, watching, thinking.

   Soon other people appeared, wearing uniforms similar to those of medical staff, and carrying the unconscious child away with anxious expressions.

  The field of vision also changed as the little boy shifted.

   Under the treatment of medical workers, the little boy recovered quickly.

  As soon as he woke up, Tang Xian found himself back in the little boy's body.

   Like his soul.

  He looked at his hands and wanted to complain about the fun experience.

  But he couldn't speak, the little boy didn't speak Tang Xian's words.

  He did not follow Tang Xian's will.

  He was sitting on the hospital bed, looking at those cold mechanical instruments, with tears pattering.

  When three- and two-year-old children cry, they almost never cry silently. Most of them cry loudly, eager to attract the attention of adults.

  Because crying is probably one of the few ways to express your needs.

   But this little "Tang Xian" was just sobbing softly.

   No one will come to his aid.

  The best result that can be exchanged is like this.

   Crying louder seems to be just annoyance in vain.

  Maybe it will attract other people to bully yourself?

   Tang Xian thought quietly, is this himself before three years old?

  Is this the lost part of my memory?

no answer.

  Little "Tang Xian" left the hospital bed after resting for a while.

  Although the treatment techniques here can almost be said to heal quickly when it comes to treating skin and flesh injuries, his head was still bandaged like a mummy.

  Walking in the empty corridor, he could occasionally hear faint laughter from a distance, with sarcasm in the laughter.

   But the child still followed the sound and walked over.

  It was a small activity room.

   But it also seems like a place for these kids to learn.

   Because there is a giant electronic tablet.

  There are some very strange knowledge on it, Tang Xian looked over and found that most of them were mining area knowledge.

   When he entered the school district, he felt that a lot of knowledge about the mining area was at his fingertips.

   But I don't know where this sense of familiarity comes from.

   Or did you really learn it when you were very young?

  Tang Xian didn't have time to think too deeply, but was interrupted by a crowd of ridicules.

   "Look, Konstantin, let me tell you, the doctor will definitely wrap him like a zongzi, because I specifically told you to wrap him like a..."

  Tang Xian didn't listen to these voices again.

  In his eyes, these children all look alike, and their faces are blurred.

   It seems that there are these people in the memory, but I really can't remember the appearance.

   Only the eyes can see clearly.

   There is no such innocence of a two or three-year-old child, with cold eyes like an adult.

   Tang Xian today certainly understands the meaning in these eyes.

   It turns out that I have also been bullied.

  Although I'm not sure if this kid is me.

   Tang Xian wasn't very angry, but was just wondering where is this place?

   Is that the real fortress?

  The remaining six people look like the opposite of themselves.

  With a look of indifference and mockery, they dissect themselves in various tones of discussion.

  Everyone is proving how stupid they are.

  Similar to why among the seven gods, there are wastes like myself.

   This is indeed a classroom. Not long after the little boy sat alone in the corner and listened to the ridicule, the teacher came.

  The teacher is a woman who is pregnant.

  The voice is very familiar.

   Tang Xian just couldn't remember who she was in this dream.

  Her face is the same as the other children, blurry.

  The content in the classroom is some knowledge of the human world, not common sense, but some advanced physics and mathematics-related knowledge.

  The time in dreams is always weird, this class seems very long.

  It seems that there are countless memories of lessons intertwined in it.

  The knowledge is very heterogeneous, some are knowledge of mining areas, and some are knowledge of the human world.

   There are still some vague, or fleeting, not-so-good memories.

   Such as being bullied.

  Tang Xian got the names of these children from these memories.

  Constantine, Siren, Uranus, Jumang, Xihe, Ganesha.

   But I still don't know what they look like.

  But a three-year-old child is basically an age at which there is no sense of disobedience while wearing a pacifier.

  Even if the appearance of these people became clear, they would still be unrecognizable after more than twenty years.

  Among them, Jumang is a girl. Compared with other people, Jumang seems indifferent. He doesn't bully this little Tang Xian, it's more like looking at an unrelated existence.

   After finding out the names of these people, Tang Xian still didn't know his own name.

  Or as this kid is called, he is called a waste, an idiot, and a defective product by others.

  Like a heterogeneous. This feeling made Tang Xian feel a little novel.

   After all, he has always been the one who despises others.

   That teacher never calls his name in class.

  Will look at Tang Xian with the same disgust.

   Even if that voice is so familiar, it is different from the familiarity of these people with a sense of disgust, it is an extremely familiar familiarity.

  But the feeling is different from the reality. Her smile should be beautiful, but it is only reserved for other children.

  Most of the time, this young "Tang Xian" is earnestly remembering what the woman said and learning all kinds of knowledge.

  Enduring all kinds of sarcasm and sarcasm without emotion, but enough to make people feel humiliated.

  In this place, there are only nine people most of the time.

  The female teacher and her husband, and then seven children.

  Everyone gathers here, as if with a certain mission, men and women are responsible for preaching, teaching and dispelling doubts.

  Children seem to want to enrich their knowledge of the world as much as possible, and then inherit the world.

  In the hall like a mechanical **** seat, they live here, food, water, and various supplies do not need to worry about.

   For everyone else, it's not just boring learning.

   In addition to studying, bullying defective products seems to be a pastime that few other boys enjoy.

  Bullying in the world is actually the same.

   It's just that here, the hierarchy seems to be more obvious, and everyone is fawning on that kid named Constantine.

  It seems that he will be the master of this world in the future.

  Another manifestation of the hierarchy is to bully Tang Xian, a defective product.

  The whole dream was intermittent, with a strong sense of fault.

  Tang Xian felt several times that he was about to wake up, but he just didn't wake up.

  Every time this happens, it is when the child who is regarded as a defective product is beaten and tortured by other children until he passes out.

   It's hard to imagine that these children seem to be born with strange powers, and they don't have any scruples at all when they strike.

  Things like being smashed and bleeding at the beginning of a dream are simply commonplace.

  Because it was in a dream, Tang Xian felt that everything was like a story.

  He is rarely moved by stories that make people cry, and there are almost no moments of tears in his life.

   Shouldn’t be there, right?

   Tang Xian couldn't remember it himself.

  Just use a one-person perspective to feel the child being bullied in various ways.

   Tang Xian's heart still twitched when he saw the child curled up and crying in the most deserted corner.

   No one cares about him.

   No one will love him.

   There is no escape, and no one will come to save yourself.

  During the period when the world was still being determined and the world view was still in fragmentation, this child had already begun to experience the darkest experience of being a human being.

  —Learning is the most interesting thing after food.

  When Tang Xian saw the child write this sentence, his whole consciousness froze.

   It was like a veil that was originally blurry, but was suddenly blown away by the wind.

  When the child wrote this sentence, Tang Xian suddenly understood the despair.

  Even the teacher in class, the woman who should be very gentle in my impression, never paid attention to me.

   But at least in class, these guys don't bully themselves.

  So learning is a happy thing.

  When knowledge is poured in, at least you won't think of all kinds of embarrassing experiences.

  Maybe only in that short time can I feel alive.

  Of course, the seriousness he showed has also become a source of ridicule for him.

   "Why do advanced beings miss their appetites? Defective products are defective products, teacher, are you right?"

   "Yes, my dear Constantine."

   "Look at his appearance, it's ridiculous. Is he thinking? Is this simple knowledge difficult for him to understand? It seems that he is not just a defective product in talent."

   "Why do we have to live with such a stupid and despicable degenerate species?"

   "Yes, teacher, what is the significance of him being here?"

   "Hey, idiot, what is the meaning of your life? You don't deserve to be here at all!"

   Conversations like this come up all the time.

   That question comes up many times—what's the point here?

   Tang Xian felt sad. He hasn't had this emotion for a long time.

  That young child, it must be very painful, right?

   That child may be thinking hard about the meaning of his own existence, but Tang Xian knows it.

  The answer is extremely cruel.

  But Tang Xian also has some doubts.

  Why do you feel close to that woman?

  How could such a child live forever?

  Did destiny bring about a huge change for this child and for my young self at a certain moment?

   Or... is this just a weird, mindless dream?

(The next chapter is a bit difficult to write. The two stories of Akas and the protagonist may be interspersed. I haven’t figured out how to narrate it. I will try my best to write it in a less convoluted way. Keep it simple and straightforward. Let’s save it for tomorrow. I have to stop here today. Please ask for a monthly pass during the double monthly pass period, although asking for it tomorrow will probably give you more confidence~)

  (end of this chapter)