My Ability Is Role-playing

"My special ability is to help you break through subconscious barriers and awaken your previous memories, but... in this world, everything must follow the law of gain and loss."

"The [Leader] of the enemy camp doesn't have my special ability, nor does he possess a physical entity, so an assassination attempt won't be fatal, and a decapitation action is ineffective against him."

Upon hearing this, Wan Haihao, Zhu Hanyi, and Song Chu's expressions turned serious.

The three of them were no fools. After hearing these words, they immediately understood their own advantages and disadvantages.

Whether or not they've regained their previous memories, standing in front of Ma Ran as the [Leader], they would instinctively tend to follow his instructions. The priority of this "order should be carried out" is quite high. Unless there is extreme resistance from their own will, the [Executor] generally would not refuse the [Leader]'s orders.

One leader is an intangible presence, while the other can be assassinated... if the decapitation action is successful, it might lead to a situation where our side becomes leaderless, with each fighter on their own, turning into a scattered sand.

"Hmm, judging from your expressions, you all seem to have grasped the crux of the issue."

Ma Ran said in a flat tone, with a hint of understatement: "As an independent entity, once I'm assassinated, the Main Universe camp will fall into an irreversible disadvantage."

"But... it's a situation we are forced to face."

"Compared to the Endless Plane, the Main Universe itself is at an absolute disadvantage in potential and foundation. If we want to win, we must find another path and take some risks."

"Businessmen all know, high risk is high reward, and the same goes for war."

At this point, Ma Ran shifted the topic, his tone turning relaxed: "Actually, besides this, our side has another advantage—a huge advantage capable of securing victory!"

"It's an advantage many times greater than 'subconscious barrier, memory retrieval'!"

"However, due to the special situation now, I can't reveal this to you prematurely. Only the [Executors] responsible for the relevant tasks can access limited relevant information."

"For confidentiality, I hope you understand, right?"

Song Chu, Zhu Hanyi, and Wan Haihao all showed a frustrated look on their faces.

The feeling of being tormented by curiosity was truly uncomfortable!

Especially for Song Chu.

In his view, Ma Ran wasn't like this before, never leaving things unsaid or dangling with suspense.

Could changing hair color really alter one's personality?

Song Chu clicked his tongue.

No joke, Ma Ran dyed his hair back to black to maintain the stability of Ranzhou's native life.

In ancient China, those overlords and rulers, once in power, had to immediately marry and have children to leave an heir, to stabilize people's hearts, fearing the leader dying suddenly and causing infighting and chaos.

And white hair in youth always gives the illusion of a "short life," easily causing instability and giving rise to ambitious individuals.

Now, although people often urge Ma Ran to marry, and many Ranzhou Sword Sect, noble families, and clans wish to marry into Ma Ran's family, he always uses "Cangming undecided, no family to return to" as a reason to refuse.

After all, being young and accomplished, and holding a high position, he is a super hot commodity in the marriage market, making everyone want a piece.

Ma Ran dyed his hair back to black and dressed in a dashing outfit, with a youthful and handsome appearance, looking like a refined and elegant young gentleman, as if he stepped out from a painting, exuding a powerful Extraordinary one's momentum field, an undeniable deadly presence felt just by standing before him!

Even without the title of Ranzhou Governor, if Ma Ran strolled around, he'd attract the attention of many noble ladies and girls of humble birth.

It's said that some time ago, Ma Ran went incognito, visited incognito, and local tyrants wanted him to marry into their family.

If Su Qiangwei found out about this, she'd probably insist on swapping identities and entering the Chaos Star Domain as an [Executor], wouldn't she?

Song Chu sighed inwardly: "Brother Ran's charm can't be hidden in any world... Su Qiangwei, I'll do my best to fend off those wayward flowers for you, wanting to become the [Grass Hut King's woman], you have a long way to go..."

With this thought, he shook his head and collected his thoughts.

Ma Ran chuckled lightly: "Hmm, no joking around, now the time is ripe, there's no harm in telling you where our real advantage lies."

Song Chu, Zhu Hanyi, and Wan Haihao pricked up their ears, listening attentively.

"However, before that, I must first help them recover their memories."

The three of them shared a dejected look.

But, besides Song Chu who had already awakened memories, Zhu Hanyi and Wan Haihao were very curious about what the specific process of breaking through the so-called "subconscious barriers" to awaken previous memories entailed.

An immortal strokes my head, tying my hair for eternal life?

A Golden Core consumed, my life controlled by me and not heaven?

Or being awakened with a blow, suddenly realizing that the path of virtues and bodhi isn't the true fruit, and only today discovering that I am truly myself?

The sense of anticipation was overwhelming!

Ma Ran sensed the two disciples of the Sword Master's intense gazes, and spoke calmly: "In the Chaos Star Domain, even the Supreme Ruler isn't significantly stronger than others, the gap between each other narrows to the extreme. Even I can't help everyone retrieve their memories directly from afar."

"However, due to the camp's imprint, barring accidents, everyone will eventually return to Ranzhou, but actively seeking helps strategic advancement while reducing variables."

"Hmm... these things, a brief explanation will do, we can talk in detail later when there's leisure."

"Now, let me help you retrieve your memories!"

Saying this, Ma Ran clapped his hands.

Clap! Clap!

However, nothing happened.

Wan Haihao and Zhu Hanyi looked at each other, dazed, unsure of what had occurred.

Moments later, two servants from the State Governor's Mansion approached each of them, carrying a stone tray.

At this point, the two direct disciples of the Sword Master noticed that two blue books were neatly placed in the stone tray, with the names "Wan Haihao" and "Zhu Hanyi" written on them respectively.

The covers of the two books bore their portraits.

Ma Ran, with a face of nonchalance, spoke calmly: "The first law of the Chaos Star Domain, [Attachment Law]—that is, the Extraordinary cannot exist out of thin air, all supernatural powers must depend on a medium."

"Even when cheating, one must adhere to basic laws."

"These two books contain the extraordinary power that allows you both to retrieve past memories, and only you two can use them."

"Moreover... once read, they will self-destruct."

"My days are spent handling governmental affairs, organizing strategies, internal affairs, military matters, civilian affairs, commerce, law... and all of this consumes energy. I can only use fragmented time to help write your biographies."

"The 'Sword Master's Personal Inheritance: Wan Haihao's Inheritance' and 'Sword Master's Direct Lineage: Zhu Hanyi's Biography' took me half a month to complete."

"Read them carefully, don't damage them."

Wan Haihao instinctively reached out with his finger, attempting to touch the book bearing his name, but as soon as he touched it, he recoiled as if electrocuted.

"...Is the person depicted here really me?"

Comparing himself to the person depicted in the portrait, Wan Haihao suddenly felt a sense of 'inferiority': "The gap feels too wide..."

If there weren't strangers present, he might've declared "I'm unworthy" on the spot.

In fact, the Wan Haihao depicted on the book cover was tall, well-dressed, radiating charisma, holding a three-foot blue blade, invincible on the battlefield.

Even a static image incited his bloodlust, admiration, and yearning to become the portrayed figure.

However...

With a clear understanding of himself, Wan Haihao conducts a self-analysis each year, never underestimating nor overestimating himself.

If the man in the book is an eagle soaring in the skies, Wan Haihao felt like an ant crawling in the dirt, an unbridgeable gap existing between them.