Pretending To Be A Boss

The leader of the Sword-feathered Ducks was named Duck. Duck's life was nomadic. Being a creature that could sense danger and malice, the world seemed naturally hostile to him. He led his flock on migrations, seeking a paradise away from the world's perils.

But reality was skinny and harsh, and the flock dwindled. Even with elite combat stats, their fighting ability was simply too one-dimensional. In the battles Duck faced during migrations, many ended in defeat, forcing him to abandon some of his people.

Duck was always worried, how could he protect his people? The most formidable Sword-feathered Ducks, Three Duck and Four Duck, were gone, devoured by a creature also with the character "sword" in its name, the Saber-toothed Lion.

Along the way, they encountered Jewel Tigers, Saber-toothed Lions, and Golden Fierce Birds. Life as a duck was really tough, as it seemed there were no creatures in the world that didn't fancy duck meat.

Even humans were a danger. Duck still remembered what Two Duck had told him. While the flock was on the move, they had encountered a human riding a dragon. The human's malice wasn't as abstract as other creatures', but palpably displayed as appetite.

Later, Duck had an encounter of his own. At the lakeside, when a human appeared, he panicked, squawking loudly and quickly led his flock away.

However, strangely enough, while the flock had been shrinking, after coming to this place and going through several battles, instead of losing members, they unexpectedly defeated other powerful beast tribes.

These beast tribes went from hunters to prey, no longer daring to provoke the Sword-feathered Ducks.

Duck always felt that the battles sometimes ended mysteriously, and the creatures around would feel fear towards his flock.

Despite the danger of the place, somehow everyone settled down here inexplicably, even establishing a territory. The Sword-feathered Ducks were incredibly making their stand on the beast-ridden Northern Continent. Duck himself found it unbelievable.

He couldn't understand how this had happened, sometimes he'd gaze into the stream and sigh: life as a duck is so tranquil, so blissful.

Once the ravages of war were absent, even if just for a short period less than a month, the creatures would begin to prepare for reproduction.

Duck didn't, feeling that his duck life shouldn't just settle for any female.

The Sword-feathered Duck he fancied was named Two Duck.

But Duck's love was tragic. The so-called uncompromising attitude was really just because no one wanted to settle with him. All the single ducks liked to say things like: I don't want to just make do, that's why I'm single. But the truth was, there were no ducks that fancied him.

Two Duck had fallen for a fresh young duck and lost interest in Duck, the duck king.

An inconspicuous Sword-feathered Duck swiftly caught attention due to its strength shown in several battles. This young duck had become the most formidable fighter after Three Duck and Four Duck.

Duck could only watch from a distance as they mated and laid big duck eggs, contributing to the flock and adding new blood.

As for himself, he exuded the stench of a singleton, a leader with no other ducks willing to draw close, because Duck was a washed-up, middle-aged, greasy duck, fat with a bulging belly. Next door's nobody was different, young and fit, occasionally cooing at Two Duck. Nowadays, the lady ducks fell for this sort of effeminate, milksop young duck.

It used to be that manly ducks in their thirties were quite popular.

Duck was exhausted at heart, old, and times had changed. In his days as a wild duck, he'd sired plenty of big duck eggs, and countless well-known ducks with spouses pined for him, earning the nickname "Neighbor Old Duck."

But now, he was just a has-been Sword-feathered Duck.

Duck stood by the lake, despondent, mourning his lost youth.

He watched his reflection on the lake surface alone, feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

And then, out of nowhere, a person appeared, their figure also reflected on the water's surface.

Duck jumped in fright:

"How scary, a water monster!"

The person said irritably:

"I'm behind you, not in the water. Does your whole tribe speak with a natural roaring tone?"

Upon hearing this, the Sword-feathered Duck turned its head in terror:

"Help, a monster!"

The newcomer was of course Tang Xian.

The reason the Sword-feathered Ducks hadn't detected him was that Tang Xian harbored no malice.

He was no longer interested in duck meat; he was interested in the Sword-feathered Ducks themselves.

After leaving the castle, Tang had followed the scent, quickly finding the Sword-feathered Ducks. He had been observing them for over a week.

He had wanted to wait until Chaos showed its true form, as it couldn't transform into other creatures on a certain day.

But after a week, thinking of not eating such plump Sword-feathered Ducks was already a pity, and it would be an even greater pity if he waited for Chaos to wake up and kill them all.

According to Tang, once Chaos's primary personality regained its memory, it had the habit of killing those acting as its tribe.

This was also a manifestation of the ferocity of a ferocious beast, so Tang decided to do something first, like find Chaos and give it a warning shot.

But this time he truly encountered a bit of trouble.

"Hello, my name is Tang Xian, and I'm a friend of the Sword-feathered Ducks."

Duck was confused; wasn't this the human they had encountered before? He was about to shout warnings about the human, but Tang made a shushing gesture, saying: