My Ability Is Role-playing

In the Pseudo-Earth Secret Realm, within the strongmen’s paradise.

Wan Haihao, with a bright red apple in his mouth, casually removed the bandage from his left arm, looked at the healed and scabbed wound, and couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction.

At this moment, after five hundred years of grinding, he was completely different from his initial temperament.

All the greenness had faded away. Although the improvement in realm and cultivation made Wan Haihao still look as youthful as he did back then, his temperament now appeared particularly transcendent. Within his lean physique seemed to lie explosive power, and an extraordinary and elegant aura emanated from him.

At first glance, Wan Haihao seemed like a young strongman who held a high position, controlling vast wealth and power. But upon closer inspection, one would discover that his eyes were not young, like those of an elder who had seen the vicissitudes of life.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

After taking three bites to finish the fruit in his hand, even chewing and swallowing the core, Wan Haihao carefully savored the rich, bitter taste within the core.

The slight toxicity in the apple core had no adverse effect on him. Instead, it stimulated the circulation of exotic True Qi in his body, became more lively and rich, aiding in his own cultivation.

Although the benefit was minimal, almost negligible, Wan Haihao had always been meticulous, adhering to the principle of "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." He believed that as long as it was beneficial to him, persevering in doing it and accumulating little by little over time, would bring about significant changes.

It’s worth mentioning that as long as food wasn’t wasted, normal needs like these could be met during activities.

Although there weren’t extravagant indulgences in the strongmen’s paradise, most resources conducive to cultivation were supplied for free.

In this paradise, Wan Haihao woke up at one in the morning every day for secluded cultivation of the Seven Vortex Swordsmanship and "Burning Martial," until noon twelve o’clock.

From twelve to one o’clock, he set aside for nutritional intake. Besides the standard daily meals, he also drank three glasses of milk, ate seven apples, ten pounds of beef, five pounds of pork, and three pounds of chicken as nutritional supplements.

Wan Haihao only ate this one meal every day. The same dietary habit would be damaging to the digestive system of a normal person, harmful to their stomach and intestines. However, Wan Haihao’s swordsmanship realm had reached such a profound level that his entire being was practically like a Divine Sword. Let alone irregular eating habits, even Copper and Iron Pills could be chewed and swallowed as easily as boiled peas and fried soybeans, used to strengthen body cells.

From one in the afternoon to eleven-thirty at night was the time for challenging the gods’ projections. Unless too severely injured and needed rest and repair, Wan Haihao persevered unshakably for five hundred years, ensuring the delicate balance between battle and cultivation was not broken.

From eleven-thirty at night to twelve o’clock was the time for night owls to communicate. Wan Haihao particularly enjoyed finding Zhu Hanyi, Wu Di, and Song Chu, his old brothers, to exchange experiences in cultivation and combat. The four of them had similar realms and combat power, had common topics, could mutually supervise, and provide appropriate pressure to each other.

From twelve to one in the morning was Wan Haihao’s rest time.

Although with his realm and life level, he didn’t need to sleep for such a long time, Wan Haihao firmly believed in one principle — "Valuing persistence, not sleeping late or rising early, avoiding daily exposure and sporadic cold."

Many participating in the National Cultivation Competition did not realize the importance of developing a good habit and constantly making subtle adjustments.

They raced to be first, afraid to lag behind even a little.

In Wan Haihao’s view, the key was whether one could persist until the end!

Facts proved that he was right.

Although initially, the Guardian companions always complained about his excessive laxity, as time passed, those people left one by one, and he remained in the paradise.

"Phew... It feels like I’ve reached a bottleneck recently, all the accumulation has been thoroughly digested."

Wan Haihao sighed, lowered his head, and looked at his hands with a deep gaze: "Trying to further progress through secluded cultivation or simply fighting gods’ projections seems unlikely."

"Fierce battles between life and death, incredible encounters, or witnessing, traveling, and accumulating more resources may offer a further opportunity."

"It’s just..."

"Can I help him with my current self?"

The "him" naturally referred to Ma Ran, who had entered Grass Hut Academy at the same time as Wan Haihao back then.

Although Wan Haihao held the status of the Sword Master’s Direct Disciple, compared to Prophet Ma Ran, he appeared dim by contrast.

Even so, he never harbored emotions like jealousy or hatred.

Perhaps this was because from the very beginning, Wan Haihao was a person gentle to the bone.

Rather than hurt others, he was more willing to hurt himself.

Moreover...

After the battle of Lotus City Demon Mountain back then, Wan Haihao had already understood his heart and found the meaning and goal of his existence and life.

He never thought of becoming someone above others, nor did he pursue any absolute freedom.

His life ideal and pursuit were to become a qualified Guardian, to protect everything worthy of care in this world!

Even if he could only guard for a period, even if he couldn’t do his best, even if he died in battle, it didn’t matter.

If he could stand beside Ma Ran and fight alongside him...

Even someone like himself might be considered qualified...

In a trance, a voice akin to a grand bell suddenly rang in Wan Haihao’s ears.

The voice seemed initially cold and indifferent, but upon careful taste, one could hear a bit of softness.

It was...

Ma Ran’s voice!

"The current National Cultivation Competition is officially over."

"In light of participants’ brave and diligent progress, the following intelligence is specially announced."

"1. Beyond this universe, there exist other universes and planes, collectively referred to as ’Endless Planes’ or ’All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.’"

"2. The universe where Earth resides is called the ’Sin Universe.’

"3. Supreme Rulers are the supreme combat power of the Endless Plane and will not fall unless their rank is shaken and seized."

"4. A single individual can occupy no more than one Supreme Rank."

"5. In certain circumstances, Middle Rank Divine Level power is sufficient to influence the overall strategic layout of the Endless Plane."

"The above is the extra reward."

"Next is the ’Lifetime Reward’ session for the winners."

Hearing this, the worry on Wan Haihao’s face completely dissipated.

A knowing smile appeared on his face.

Wan Haihao didn’t place too much importance on the lifetime reward.

In the five hundred years, he cultivated both the Seven Vortex Swordsmanship and "Burning Martial," drawing parallels and embarking on a unique Sword Dao of his own. Though he looked the same on the outside, his life’s essence was almost akin to a Divine Sword.

For a considerable amount of time, he didn’t need to face the problem of limited lifespan.

What truly made Wan Haihao happy was the fifth item in the extra intelligence.

"Middle Rank Divine level combat power, under certain circumstances, can already influence the overall strategic layout of the Endless Plane..."

Effort and persistence are meaningful!

At this moment, the fruits of five hundred years of toil had already been recognized by Ma Ran!