My Ability Is Role-playing

After slightly suppressing Prajna’s arrogant aura, Ma Ran felt much clearer, yet he couldn’t avoid the issues the other mentioned.

Looking at Prajna, who was trying hard to maintain a calm demeanor, Ma Ran curled his lips and smiled slightly. This smile seemed gentle, yet vaguely exuded a strong bloody scent: "Traitor?"

"Doesn’t matter."

"It’s perfect to use your hands to complete a cleansing here on Earth."

Such creatures as traitors are hard to eliminate entirely. After all, the human heart is complicated, and anyone might, at some point, become a turncoat for certain reasons, betraying Earth Civilization.

Among these reasons, perhaps most are despicable, dark, selfish, yet they might also sound bright and noble, such as "For love/friendship/family/freedom/ideals, I must endure the torment of conscience and betray Earth."

From the very beginning, Ma Ran never considered these fancy "mitigating circumstances," and when facing traitors, his approach was always straightforward, treating everyone equally, without any favoritism.

"..."

Prajna’s eyes slightly flickered with Buddha’s light, pondering for a moment, and looked at Ma Ran with a complicated expression: "You are different from the description in the report."

"If all Earthlings have failed you, would you be willing to kill them all?"

Ma Ran raised an eyebrow, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "I’m not that stupid."

"Regarding the issue of traitors, I have enough patience."

At this point, Ma Ran’s tone became slightly serious, speaking earnestly: "As long as we kill day by day, month by month, year by year, and do a good job in thought and propaganda work, persistent and determined, one day, in the gene pool of Earth Humans, the despicable hereditary information called ’betrayal’ will be completely annihilated."

"Apart from this, there are countless other methods."

"In a more straightforward manner, just retrace to the origin of the timeline and sterilize all the direct ancestors of the traitors, achieving similar effects."

As Ma Ran continued, his tone became increasingly relaxed: "As for Cangming Star..."

"That side is not under my control, nor do I need to worry about it."

The existence of the Book of Cangming means that no matter how much investment the other side makes, and how many traitors Cangming Star produces, it is a losing business, equivalent to racking their brains to sponsor Ma Ran.

Prajna also curled his lips, even loosening the hand covering his severed arm, with a confident stance, surrounded by Buddha’s light, his figure gradually floated into the air, overlooking Ma Ran: "Sophistry can deceive others, but not your true self."

"The Sin Universe will suffer from your actions, with blood staining the starry river."

"If you truly don’t feel guilty because of this... maybe I’d be happy for it—because it’s the first time in my life I’ve misjudged someone."

Ma Ran did not argue with Prajna about their positions, merely looking at the other’s shoulder, whose bleeding had stopped, with a calm demeanor as usual, yet there was a hint of cruelty in his composed voice: "With my power, I can protect Earth."

"Even if I limit my focus to Earth, I only wish to protect those lives worth protecting."

"People who know gratitude, lovely cats, loyal dogs, honest pandas..."

Upon hearing such seemingly ordinary declarations, Lin Ke, the Supreme of Light, felt a chill running through his body, his scalp tingling, breaking out in goosebumps all over.

He understood the undertone of Ma Ran’s words.

For beings on Earth and Cangming Star, Ma Ran wouldn’t feel saddened by their deaths.

Even among his fellow Earth Humans, Ma Ran only cares about those who are "worthy."

Those who take advantage of Ma Ran and still complain he didn’t do well enough?

Honestly, logic told Lin Ke that although Ma Ran’s mind was steadfast and ruthless, he could never be constrained by such people, but...

With Earth’s billions of population, there must exist some ungrateful fools who think it’s only natural!

The terrifying reality is...

Currently, on Earth, there are no such fools.

With "Light" as his ears and eyes, Lin Ke could instantly see through the globe, where no secrets were hidden in his eyes below the supreme level.

But on Earth, he couldn’t find a single fool like that.

Gulp.

Lin Ke swallowed, feeling this current useless body was too easily parched.

In his mind, he reasoned that perhaps Ma Ran, to eliminate such disgusting possibilities, had eradicated all those fitting the criteria at the origin of the timeline, at the zygote stage.

Upon this thought, Lin Ke couldn’t help but silently curse Prajna in his heart.

Isn’t this the definition of a pig teammate?

Ma Ran is so cold-blooded, isn’t it already clear enough in the data?

Prajna surely couldn’t believe that an executioner like Ma Ran would have a conscience because of a potentially tragic future, feeling guilty, remorseful, heartbroken, and ashamed, could he?

Lin Ke considered himself as having a deep understanding of Earth Civilization.

In that moment, he was brought to think of a saying—"The top hunter often appears as prey."

Only when launching an attack, a fatal flaw is revealed.

Prajna, however, remained calm, continuing with unabashed confidence.

He presented "New Life" fragments of two traitors as publicity on Earth and Cangming Star.

They would live well, become a benchmark, producing the effect of a "thousand gold buying a bone."

"You found your way here through the Youwen Text Illusion I created on purpose."

Prajna’s face showed a confident smile, his voice growing louder: "You thought I was showing off, yet you didn’t realize that everything was under my control!"

"I’ve long known that my skill in Youwen is far inferior to yours—that fact was clear to me."

"All those recent setups seemed casually placed, but in truth, they were bait to lure you in."

"The real strategy had already been completed!"

"Three Thousand Realms of the Buddha Realm..."

"Manifest!"

Every syllable he uttered transformed into golden swastikas, Buddha’s light illuminating the sky.

These sound-induced pure golden swastikas appeared, transformed to the size of dust, their quantity increasing exponentially in a geometric manner, and in an instant formed a pyramid-like prison from another star, trapping Ma Ran inside.

Original skills could never allow Prajna to complete the work in one move, and instantly imprison Ma Ran.

The ability of the Supreme of Soul is mysterious, yet the Supreme of No Position is equally special, unrestricted by any limitation, ready to tackle the world and break laws in frontal combat to defeat Ma Ran.

But just now, Prajna utilized a strand of power temporarily residing in him by the will of the Endless Plane unified, acting with premeditation, directly achieving a suppressing effect.

The genuine command above was to capture Ma Ran, but Prajna had his own ideas.

Prajna’s gaze swept over the pyramid prison, where there was a barely discernable fervor in his calm eyes.

"You... now belong to me."

Prajna intended to enlighten Ma Ran on the spot, making him his most loyal hunting dog, willingly offering up the entity coveted by the will of the Endless Plane!

"Brilliant, Prajna! I underestimated you!"

Lin Ke’s eyes brightened, his smile spreading, only to freeze on his face: "Wait! Something feels off!"

"The Supreme of Devouring is also an Earthling; she can’t be unresponsive! Besides..."

If Ma Ran was so easy to catch, what need was there for Prajna to come pick the fruits?