Pretending To Be A Boss

What does it feel like to plummet from an altitude of 5,500 meters?

As Tang Xian pondered this question, his mind conjured up sample answers.

Laxatives, hanging mid-air, just off a plane, graduated from Massachusetts, 6'1", employed at the White House, well-versed in history and antiques, met Putin, met Trump, too many acquaintances, involvement in interests, it's a secret.

Naturally, Tang Xian had no time to write down these pointless things, feeling an unprecedented sense of relaxation instead.

Consequently, his mind began to wander uncontrollably.

Because there were no indications of injury in his sea of knowledge.

Because the raindrops didn't bring any discomfort to him either.

Because this world was exactly as he had imagined.

All the rumors and descriptions about the source world were a conspiracy, all fake!

However, he soon suffered massive damage.

No matter whether he could survive falls, plummeting from over five thousand meters in the air would still turn him into a meat sauce.

The white dragon pretended not to see Tang Xian.

Who was it that kicked himself off the edge again?

Tang Xian flipped the sky a middle finger, and not long after, a "plop" sound followed.

He was smashed into meat sauce.

The end of the book—it's not possible.

Tang Xian did indeed fall from an altitude of over five thousand meters, originally he could have slowed the fall by hooking onto some of the abandoned buildings on the ground with his hooks.

But he still gave it a try.

Warnings echoed in his sea of knowledge.

However, soon after, Tang Xian twisted his dislocated joints and bones back into place.

A person whose entire body had shattered into pieces was up and lively again in mere seconds.

The white dragon circled low around him. Tang Xian didn't blame Tang Feiji; on the contrary, he found the fall quite amusing.

Tang Xian looked at his own hands, letting the wind and rain fall upon him.

"Turns out I really am a monster."

This was not self-deprecation. Tang Xian suddenly became curious if he was now impossible to kill, in every sense of the word?

For damage caused to non-living things, it could be offset by steadily stacking vitality and healing speed.

And as for living beings, if the resistances were maxed out, it was simply impossible to inflict any harm.

How about time then?

And poisons?

As he thought thus, he wanted to tempt fate again.

Following a series of actions like high-altitude jumping, spending seven days in the mining area, leaving the Pyramid, voluntarily feeding himself—and more—

Tang Xian felt he could give a try to simmering himself in an iron pot, chicken stew with poisonous mushrooms, dumplings filled with toxic substances, stir-fried pufferfish, and some other things that might taste good but shouldn't be eaten.

Of course, simmering himself in an iron pot wasn't exactly food; that was more of an entertainment event.

Tang Feiji laid down its dragon body, interrupting Tang Xian's train of thought.

[This place is in ruins, where should we go?]

"That's a question," replied Tang Xian, frowning.

Breathing in the moist yet clean air, he turned around to look.

Through the hazy night, he could still see the Pyramid in the distance.

Some views look completely different from the foot of the mountain compared to midway up.

It was then that Tang Xian realized that the base of the Pyramid actually delved deep into the ground.

Like an upside-down leech sucking the blood from this planet.
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Apart from those mineral energies, it seemed that another part of the Pyramid's energy source came from this planet's geothermal energy.

Feeling the temperature here, Tang Xian inferred that it was indeed much colder.

Though it was still summer.

The heavy rain continued to fall, and Tang Xian said:

"Did you call this thunderstorm?"

[No, it's just a coincidence. The storm suddenly erupted when we left the vehicle.]

Tang Xian nodded and recalled a theory he had once heard.

It was said that on the day when the last human entered the Pyramid, time in this world coincided with the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, that is, Qixi Festival.

"Some say that once there are no humans in this world, it stops changing. Even though time continues to pass, the world assumes it has completed its mission. Having seen off—or rather destroyed—the last civilization, all human-defined eras of time become frozen. That could explain this downpour."

Tang Xian looked around and found the place looked as though Qiyu and Saiki Kusuo had fought each other here.

There wasn't a single building intact. The ground was full of cracks, too.

Unlike Xianghai City he had passed by earlier, which was relatively intact but desolate.

Here, even the vegetation was sparse.

It must be because it was closer to the Pyramid.

[I don't understand. How is this related to the downpour?]

Often, Tang Feiji didn't understand the meaning behind Tang Xian's words.

Tang Xian said with a laugh:

"It means that it's still Qixi Festival, July 7th, in this world. Do you know about Qixi? It's said to be a festival with lots of rain."

[Why would Qixi have a lot of rain?] Even as a dragon, it knew there was no day guaranteed to rain.

Tang Xian shot out a hook and mounted the dragon's back. He pointed southward.

"Let's find somewhere to take shelter from the rain first, fly south. As for why Qixi is associated with lots of rain, that's a rather tacky story."

The giant dragon soared, and with a thought from Tang Feiji, they began flying—fast.

[What's the story?]

"In human legends, there's another world up in the heavens. Time rules differ between the two worlds.

A day in the heavens is a year on earth. So, lots of people go to heaven, waiting for an author to update, waiting for the release of Mount & Blade II, and so on.

And Qixi commemorates the story of a fairy and a cattle herder.

For various reasons, they were from different realms—the cattle herder lived on earth, and the fairy in the heavens."