Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 637 - 50: I am Your Nightmare

For three days, Tang Xian kept chatting with Duck, subtly and overtly hinting that it was a duck.

Tang Xian became increasingly certain that Chaos was no ordinary exhibitionist personality disorder; the severity even surpassed that of schizophrenia.

Chaos's self-awareness was similar to Tang Xian's thought patterns in terms of cognitive style.

It had to do with physical form: when its body was that of a Sword Feather Duck, it believed itself to be a Sword Feather Duck; when its body became Chaos, it likely believed itself to be Chaos.

This was akin to Tang Xian's definition of humans.

No matter how much humanity or intelligence one had, as long as one had the appearance of a human, Tang Xian would regard them as human.

It wasn't that he didn't want to consider the core, but defining something by its essence resulted in far too many standards.

But external appearance was more unified.

A Sword Feather Duck naturally had the woes of a Sword Feather Duck. During these days, Tang Xian and Duck also had some fairly unenlightening conversations.

One, to build a trust relationship and two, to further convince Duck that it truly was a Sword Feather Duck.

So far, at least while Chaos was still a Sword Feather Duck, it genuinely didn't realize that it was merely playing the role of a Sword Feather Duck.

Tang Xian was a wise man, although he wasn't very skilled with his own sentimental trifles, but in big data research—or rather, when it came to cloud computing, he gave accurate directions.

However, solving a duck's emotional issues was quite novel.

One day, when all creatures and humans lived together in harmony, he could even start a psychology lecture forum.

[Why would Second Duck like such a feeble, unmanly little duckling?]

"You must have misunderstood something. If a trainee who has been practicing for two and a half years takes off his shirt to reveal a body of solid muscles, no matter how feminine he looks, there won't be too many people blackening him."

Duck couldn't understand these references.

Tang Xian then explained,

"That Zhen Zida can take on ten opponents; it's just that he looks effeminate."

Duck accepted this explanation but Tang Xian picked up Endless.

"Of course, even if someone can't beat you, you still won't win Second Duck's heart. You're just a has-been, a tool duck used by your people to find the right living space."

Duck began to feel self-pity.

[But Second Duck still secretly accepts the benefits I give!]

"That's because they treat you as a sycophantic duck. Believe me, based on historical experience, in the end, all you'll have is nothing."

[What should I do?]

"Cast a wider net. When you only have one little female duck to follow, you're just a backup. But when you've wooed all the little female ducks, they become your backups. That's how quantitative change leads to qualitative change."

Duck didn't buy into this idea, and Tang Xian had just casually mentioned it anyway since this embodiment of Chaos was playing the part of a lovestruck duck.

Gradually, Duck fell silent, feeling as though it had been forsaken by the times.

Tang Xian didn't expect that this Sword Feather Duck was actually an old duck filled with sorrow.

Without speaking, Duck looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, its depth resembling that of a Bit Person.

In its prime, aside from being good for nothing, everything around it wasn't good for nothing. But now that it was good for nothing, everything around it was also good for nothing, making a duck's life full of sorrow.

Tang Xian did not disturb the self-loathing of this Chaos pretending to be a duck.

Nor did he wish to tell it about the amazing power within. The reason why it instilled fear among the fierce beasts of Nether Valley and dominated the area was itself.

If there was a setting where sacrificing a quarter of your soul to a demon could grant infinite power, perhaps he could provide Bai Mansheng with a focused Sword Feather Duck youth and blood tale called "Duck Clan"?

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Occasionally, Tang Xian would still enlighten the Sword Feather Duck, telling it not to put all its eggs in one basket.

But with the duck's personality already established, Tang found the setting of the infatuated seed downright foolish.

This is probably why, despite being mightily strong, the Duck King felt exceedingly humble. Thus, the pinnacle of deception is deceiving oneself.

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On the third day, Duck started feeling uncomfortable as its feathers began to turn grey.

Its shape became very strange, as if countless awls were relentlessly carving from within, making Duck's outline irregular.

According to the aesthetic standards of the Duck Clan, Duck was a monster.

Fortunately, Tang Xian had moved Duck to another location the day before.

The Duck Village remained stable, prompting Tang Xian to marvel at how inconspicuous the village chief was.

Or perhaps once the days became too peaceful, the ducks forgot the hardships of their leaders?

It seemed that not only humans followed historical objective laws.

Tang Xian didn't take everyone with him, only bringing along Bai Mansheng and Tang the Meaty.

Yuan Fog wanted to help, to be of some value, but Tang Xian refused him.

Bai Mansheng's icy breath created several massive ice walls, enclosing the battlefield.

And there at the center of this domain was Chaos.

Tang Xian was calm as he said:

"All of this is just a dream. Soon you'll dream of becoming a monster. That's your longing for power. But don't panic or anticipate; it's all just a dream."

Duck, or rather Chaos, had already distorted its shape to an outrageous degree.