The issue that originally preoccupied Tang Xian's thoughts was whether, amidst these world-destroying bosses, he should be a hero for just a second or continue to pretend to be a boss. Later, he realized that, in the midst of pretense, he had actually become genuine...
Song Que suddenly found himself unable to speak.
"Your sense of justice is naive and laughable, but I haven't spread these messages. Just imagine, if the lowly miners learned of this first, how many fortresses would erupt into chaos?"
"I must kindly remind you that non-gifted individuals simply cannot survive for long in the mines, they can't even handle a single enhanced creature. And upon their return to the Pyramid—do you really think those accustomed to superior attitudes would lower their stance to accept them?"
Zhuo He continued:
"My holy fortress is a living example. There may be a handful who spare a thought for those lower beings, but have you seen the contented expression of the majority?"
"Commander Song! My approach is the just one!"
The benevolent face abruptly twisted into something ferocious.
Song Que felt a terrifying aura burst forth in an instant.
Zhuo He's face slowly contorted, his mouth protruding, making him look extremely odd.