Pretending To Be A Boss
Chapter 943 - 78: A Name That Can't Be Written_3

Tang Xian only then realized he simply couldn't ignore this person.

In the kingdom of God of Qi Yuan, Li Xiaoyu believed in him, for which she could illogically question the order within God's kingdom.

In the sixth year after graduation, when the whole world was his enemy, she abandoned her identity as the Li family's daughter without hesitation and ran into the mining area alone, just to bridge the distance between mountains and rivers.

At the time when the order enforcer Qi Yuan and the judge stood as apocalyptic threats, only Li Xiaoyu said to him—

"Tang Xian, let's escape. It doesn't matter what happens to this world, as long as you're still alive. We don't owe them anything."

Tang Xian looked up, his eyes bloodshot from pain, a mixture of expressions on his face, unsure if he was crying or smiling.

She was just a part of his world, yet he seemed to mean more to her than the entire world.

Why would such a person exist?

Feelings cannot be quantified; somewhere in this world, there must be someone who holds immeasurable love for you.

Suddenly, a phrase jumped out from his memory; who said it, Tang Xian couldn't remember, but it was this phrase that made him, no matter how gritted his teeth, unable to write down that name.

The night fell again, Tang Xian had already lost count of how many nights had passed.

He originally thought he'd become an absolutely rational breaker again, but now he found those emotions unique to humans all returned.

The seven hundredth day.

Over nearly a month, Tang Xian's hair and beard had become messy once more.

The whole person turned fatigued again, as if he aged more than ten years.

The infant's voice once again carried a mocking tone, it laughed joyously, adding a touch of horror and eeriness to this silent place.

But no matter how it shrieked.

Tang Xian didn't explore this world again, didn't write Li Xiaoyu's name on the signpost.

Only this name must not be written…

It was the only thought in his mind.

Perhaps it was in response to Li Xiaoyu's words—

Let's escape, it doesn't matter how this world changes.

A sudden wave of mental exhaustion engulfed Tang Xian.

The sense of responsibility to save this world had already cost him too many precious things.

After writing down Yan Xiaoling's name, he nearly lost his humanity.

Or maybe he already did, but because of Li Xiaoyu, he picked it back up.

Tang Xian didn't know whether he should pick up his humanity again, now he didn't want to think about the future of humanity or his own future. It didn't matter how this world changed.

Because he was truly too tired.

"Li Xiaoyu, I am tired."

With a thud, Tang Xian fell to the ground, eyes closed, motionless, like a corpse long dead.

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...

Tang Xian had a dream.

In the dream, there was a giant city, which seemed to have been built from ruins; countless people lived in that city, faceless, with blank expressions, all the same.

He stood in the city's corner, relying on a cat-like girl, like a pair of beggars.

Every day countless people passed by them, lingering for a long time, seemingly conversing with them, but Tang Xian couldn't understand, and the girl beside him couldn't either.

Life seemed pressed under a carbon paper, repeating day after day, growing fainter.

Tang Xian thought he might be trapped here forever.

He actually remembered.

He had come to the kingdom of God of Eden's master, to find a weakness of Eden's master.

But failed, Eden's master plundered all his precious memories, it was a total defeat.

In the ruins where illusion and reality intertwined, he sunk into a prolonged dream.

Like dreaming of being trapped in a dream.

But suddenly one day, this endlessly repeated dream changed.

A tall woman came to stand before Tang Xian.

Tang Xian widened his eyes, she was the other remaining person in his memory.

The woman's tone carried a dominance that ruled over all, saying:

"I failed too, you don't look well either, are you ready to implement the final plan?"

The woman's finger touched Tang Xian's forehead.

In that instant, Tang Xian finally remembered—

Why Qi Yuan must absolutely not be forgotten. Why he kept Qi Yuan's name until last, even subconsciously ranking it after Li Xiaoyu—

Because he still hadn't booked it, there was still one most critical card!

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