My Ability Is Role-playing

The [Supreme of Light] Lin Ke, upon seeing Ma Ran, reacted like a mouse seeing a cat, startled and skittish.

Recalling what he had just said, his face flushed red, and he wished he could use his toes to dig a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment into the floor to hide in and never come out to face people again.

Wouldn’t this be akin to "waiting for death"?

But speaking of which...

How did Ma Ran find out about their descent to Earth?

Even without taking into account the incomplete "interference information" from [Supreme of Darkness] Yue Sheng, just with the personal intervention of the will from the Endless Plane, it shouldn’t have been this weak!

Taking a step back, [Supreme of Soul] Prajna does indeed have a pretentious habit that greatly frustrates Lin Ke, but even so, Lin Ke wouldn’t deny his abilities.

Despite his fear and dread of Ma Ran, Lin Ke was able to stand out among countless competitors and seize the position of [Supreme of Light], reaching his current level, naturally possessing his unique capabilities.

In a flash, Lin Ke’s brain whirled like mad, his thoughts flickered like a spark in electric fire stone, continually analyzing strategies to deal with the current situation and contemplating the possibility of defeating Ma Ran and escaping from under Ma Ran’s hands.

Sadly, the frail body of an Earthling was not enough to support Lin Ke in performing trillions of thoughts and calculations in an instant. Even with the blessing of light, preventing his brain from exploding on the spot, the brain he used was still operating at overload.

Due to overheating, Lin Ke’s mind was a mess, like a paste inside his head, unable to come up with an effective coping plan.

But [Supreme of Soul] Prajna...

Upon seeing Ma Ran’s appearance, he didn’t even flinch, on the contrary, he acted like "everything is within my control," as if he had long anticipated such a situation.

"[Supreme of No Position]..."

Prajna chanted Ma Ran’s name with a calm tone: "Not bad, at least your ability to make decisions on the fly and reaction speed did not disappoint me."

While speaking, all his golden hair withered, disintegrating into flying ashes and vanishing in the air. After a flash of dazzling golden light, his casual attire transformed into a magnificent and radiant brocade robe.

A monk with white skin and green eyes, at first glance would seem bizarre, yet there was not a trace of absurdity about him, only a dignified and awe-inspiring presence.

Although the passersby in the grand square didn’t know what was happening, or even realize the change at this place, they were still intimidated by the shifting qi, restraining the smiles on their faces, remaining silent, not daring to display any cheeky grins.

[Supreme of Soul] Prajna did not employ any special means, merely revealing a billionth of his true form was enough to naturally exude a soul-capturing majesty.

Prajna clasped his hands together, staring intently at Ma Ran, and uttered three words: "Do you regret?"

The question came out of nowhere yet nearly made the barely calmed Lin Ke’s brain crash.

He looked at the bald man beside him as if he had seen a ghost, filled with disbelief.

Lin Ke had worked with Prajna before and had never noticed he was so arrogant.

The consequences of making boastful claims in front of Ma Ran...

Could he, alone, bear the responsibility?

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Lin Ke hesitated and wavered, caught in a dilemma, wanting to admit defeat and submit like last time, but fearing that Prajna, carrying a trump card from the will of the Endless Plane, might strike him down on the spot.

What a worrying situation.

Stay calm.

Passively dealing with various unexpected incidents.

He has developed an ability to make decisions on the fly.

Without going too far back, the last time he invaded the Sin Universe, faced Ma Ran alone, didn’t he survive?

Yet [Supreme of Space] Pei Ming, supposedly possessing the top-tier life-preservation ability in the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, was hammered to death by Ma Ran on the spot.

Weak or strong, a slight comparison shows the answer, doesn’t it?

Lin Ke’s eyes narrowed, converting all chaotic thoughts into light energy, deciding to take one step at a time, as before.

Prajna, however, didn’t care about his reaction, slightly parted his clasped hands, aligning his ten fingers in a peculiar pyramid shape.

"With Zhao Guanlan’s collaboration..."

He tilted his head to look at Ma Ran, supplementing: "Do you regret?"

Exaggerated body language, calm and gentle tone, endowed him with a peculiar power—a power that makes people listen intently and be convinced.

"This so-called game ’All Heavens OL’, although it significantly elevated the overall strength level of Cangming Star and Earth Humans in a very short time, it is also the sharp knife you personally handed to us."

"This sharp knife will pierce your heart and shatter your soul."

"But..."

"Even so, it is not without room for negotiation, as long as you..."

Before Prajna could finish speaking, Ma Ran rudely interrupted him.

"Shut up."

Ma Ran grasped the hilt with his right hand, slowly drawing it from the scabbard: "Such trivial tricks, dare to show off your skill before an expert?"

"Who gave you the courage to be arrogant in front of me?"

"The will of the Endless Plane?"

"Have you perhaps not considered why it doesn’t personally come to the Main Universe but instead sends you to your death?"

Screech!

The Tang Blade was unsheathed, its gleaming cold edge pointing at Prajna’s face.

Because when they first descended on Earth, Prajna had already laid hundreds of information blocking measures in advance, so even now, with tension building like needle vs. wheat awn and the air thick with the scent of impending battle, pedestrians and people in the square continued with their own affairs, not realizing what exactly was happening.

Though the blade of the straight-blade Tang Blade was still over ten centimeters away from Prajna’s face, his side appeared to split open like butter cut by a hot knife, leaving a horrific wound.

Sizzle sizzle...

Droplets of bright red blood traced down from the corner of Prajna’s right eye, sketching a parabolic path through the air and landing on the ground.

Instead of shattering, the fallen blood droplets hardened like hot lava in cold water, forming small jet-black Magatama, releasing a faint golden Buddha’s Light, so exquisite that even the most supreme and precious art piece in the infinite world would pale in comparison, appearing as common as dust.

Prajna allowed the blood to flow down like red tears on his face, the corners of his lips slightly raised, not angry but smiling, conveying a hint of mockery in his words: "I don’t care whether this body is destroyed."

"I have never cherished it."

At this point, Prajna shifted his tone: "But Ma Ran Your Eminence..."

"You wouldn’t think that among the nearly twenty billion populations of Earth and Cangming Star, there are only two traitors, would you?"

The two Earthlings who "donated" their bodies to Prajna and Lin Ke were the traitors he mentioned.

Ma Ran understood this too.

Looking at Prajna’s reaction, Ma Ran raised an eyebrow and gave his wrist a small flick.

In an instant, the Tang Blade sheathed, leaving only a resplendent blue-violet crescent-shaped sword mark hanging in the air.

Meanwhile, Prajna’s smile on his face froze.

Accompanied by wafted blade light, a hint of blood mist tainted with Buddha’s light splattered into the sky.

Thud!

A severed arm fell to the ground, rapidly turning into an obsidian-like texture.

The pain from the severed limb was evidently not enough to make Prajna frown; he just held the stump with a blank expression, looking at Ma Ran: "This action is meaningless."

"..." Lin Ke, standing aside, had his eyelids twitching violently, feeling like a deadweight hanger-on with no say, so he opted for silence, refraining from interjecting.

"It’s enough for me to clear my mind."

Ma Ran slowly strolled to the severed arm, lifting his foot and gradually crushing it, while saying nonchalantly: "Guys who make me uncomfortable usually don’t die too comfortably."

"I promise."

"Even as the [Supreme of Soul], you wouldn’t be an exception."

"So..."

"If you don’t want to die too miserably, when talking to me, make sure to watch your attitude, don’t be too arrogant."

"The mission is given by the will of the Endless Plane, but your life is your own, there’s no need to overdo it."

"If you don’t value your own life, no one will pity for you."

Upon hearing this, Prajna’s expression remained calm and composed, his gaze pure and unwavering, just as before.

Yet the blood vessels on his right hand clutching the stump bulged, and his fingers turned pale from excessive force.

Evidently, Prajna’s emotions were not as serene as he attempted to portray.