Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 582 - 26: The God in the Pyramid (Major - )_4

"If such an entity exists, do you think it would waste chess pieces? Making full use of resources is how the mechanically programmed operate."

"So if we were to be replaced, what might become of us? Surely it can't just be a simple incineration, right?"

This time, it was Constantine who looked at Ju Mang.

Ju Mang didn't speak; confusion also filled his gaze.

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Prometheus and Constantine, she never doubted the meticulousness of their thoughts.

After all, these two bastards had been thinking about deceiving the whole world since they were three years old.

Both of them had also spotted the flaws in the way the Order governed the Pyramid.

Suddenly, she felt... that what she'd been doing might have been in vain.

The god in Prometheus's words seemed to have calculated everything.

The children of Order who were self-satisfied in thinking they had discovered the world's bug, if they truly sought to betray it, would only welcome judgment in the end.

Tang Xian cut to the chase and said,

"No need to keep us in suspense now, right? You have already found the answer over the years.

What exactly is the secret within the Throne of God? You should have discovered it. What end did the past children of Order meet? According to the groundwork you laid out before, they should all still exist, shouldn't they?"

Constantine nodded.

"Of course, they have lived on in an immortal state, which is why I said, whatever we do is pointless.

You know the essence of humanity is actually repeating certain actions. Human thought and other such things provide us with certain variables, but if our behaviours are limited within a certain environment, what we do next can be calculated.

This is one of the principles behind how we view talent data analysis of current needs."

"Imagine, a young boy trapped in the Throne of the Mechanical God, possessing immense wisdom, a strong thirst for knowledge, a longing to survive; and every day he watches the world change. What are the chances he'd be content just sitting in the house of the watcher, continuously observing the world, rather than wanting to explore the Throne and uncover the truth?"

After a few seconds of silence, Tang Xian finally understood Constantine's point.

"One hundred percent."

"Yes, one hundred percent. Even the most boring person wouldn't be able to stay calmly in the room, day in and day out for decades, after seeing all the marvels of the outside world; he would do everything possible to unravel the secrets of the Throne.

Perhaps not all children of Order could find the secret of the Throne, but there are certainly those who have.

For hundreds of years, countless children of Order, or say, countless watchers, a portion of them have gone through the same process as I have.

This is also a test, a test of the abilities and temperament of the watchers. I once prided myself on discovering the secret of the Throne.

But later, I found out that the secret of the Throne could be discovered because 'God' wanted us to find it, every watcher is the same in that regard...

This is my fate; I was bound to meet God, bound to become his servant, and all this was originally yours! But because you had to play the bullied Number Seven, because you wanted to escape the Throne, it all fell to me.

Tang Xian, I don't know whether to hate you or to thank you."

The visage of God remained unrevealed. It showed only the tip of the iceberg through Constantine's memory yet remained enigmatic.

The atmosphere at the scene changed again, this time not only Tang Xian, but even Ju Mang felt a terrifying presence.

That presence was indescribable, as if something invisible surrounded Constantine.

Tang couldn't see it either, but his sense of smell was very sharp; he knew that Constantine was manipulating some special substance.

Turning these metal substances transparent, although invisible, God's mysterious material now enveloped the area around Constantine.

"I still fully retain my own consciousness and thoughts, but I know that from the moment I saw God, I forever lost a part of my choice.

The method of crafting the bronze judgment knights, you all already know, and for us few people, this has long been available information.

Any human, even the old, weak, sick, and disabled, can become the lowest-tier bronze judgment knight."

Constantine's tone remained even, although the tense atmosphere intensified.

Tang didn't know why the conversation suddenly shifted to judgment knights, but his mind was already piecing everything together.

The truth that chilled him to the bone was fast approaching.

"Silver judgment knights require slightly higher qualifications, and mass production is difficult because only the talented, or a few non-gifted individuals with physical abilities beyond the average person, can be used to create silver judgment knights.

As for golden judgment knights, the elite forces of the Order's strength, they are a bit more complicated to make. They require the more capable individuals among the talented, and these are difficult to capture since they usually have some status in human society.

Top hunters, or high-ranking members of fortress defense forces? They possess rich knowledge and live better lives than ordinary people; they naturally fear death even more, so convincing them to become material for crafting golden judgment knights would require God to have a greater influence in this world.

Above the golden judgment knights, there exists a kind called Centurion, an extremely rare super combat weapon. Their numbers are no more than a few dozen. Creating them is quite troublesome, as the raw material must be high-gifted, even the full-gifted."