My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 445 - 438: You Are the Sword Master! You Are the Demon Son! You Are Also the Profound Immortal!

After Zhang Heng’s attempt at reconciliation failed, his attitude immediately shifted.

His gaze towards Ma Ran was no longer as calm as before. In an instant, it was filled with hatred and venom, as if he wanted to tear Ma Ran into pieces. The speed of his emotional change, the swiftness of his changing face, was just like someone skilled in the art of face-changing in Sichuan opera.

"How pathetic."

Ma Ran shook his head, with a hint of pity in his voice: "Unable to control even his own emotions, only capable of expressing the emotions he deems correct."

As for the so-called [Zhang Heng Civilization], Ma Ran had already seen through its superficial fog and gradually observed its essence.

In this civilization, every individual shares the same name.

Including the Monster Legion that was just annihilated by Su Qiangwei, each member, taken individually, could also be called "Zhang Heng", sharing memories, knowledge, and information among themselves.

The most difficult aspect of such an existence to understand is the hierarchy among individuals.

Since everyone possesses the same memories and knowledge reserves, who is there to command? Who is responsible for being cannon fodder?

Shua!

The sword mark flickered, etched in the void.

Ma Ran was unwilling to continue pondering this issue, directly brandishing his blade for a powerful strike.

Damn the consequences, slash first, talk later!

The true answer to a problem often lies hidden within the enemy’s corpse!

It doesn’t matter if no answer is found.

Ma Ran was not the curious type who would insist on getting to the bottom of every problem; such curiosity often leads one astray.

His life motto is simple — dead enemies are the best enemies.

When in doubt, strike first.

If one strike isn’t enough, then strike again!

Wisdom, strategy, and tactics are only convenient tools when information is overwhelmingly in your favor.

The emergence of the Zhang Heng Civilization made Ma Ran feel as though he had returned to those passionate, war-torn days before his rebirth.

All enemies were mysterious and powerful.

Every opposing civilization and force appeared to be of the highest caliber, as if even their low-level cannon fodder could decimate cities and nations on Earth.

It was precisely these strong, mysterious, and stylish enemies, harboring many hidden cards and secrets, that truly ignited the battle intent that lay dormant in his heart!

"Die!"

A young man with a black coat with silver edges and a flame-threaded white lining, black and white hair, wielded a purple-red straight-blade Tang blade, slashing void after void, leaving Zhang Heng helplessly struggling, unable to even seize a chance to escape.

At this moment, a sinister aura surrounded Ma Ran. Each slash deepened the curve of his lips, sketching a confident arc, exuding an aura of arrogance and defiance from every inch of his being.

Even Zhang Heng, who was drenched in blood, had to admit that this guy’s aura was unparalleled in his life.

Ma Ran exuded a sense of solitary nobility, a fierce defiance between heaven and earth, and an evil ruthlessness that exploded after years of suffocating repression.

At this moment, Ma Ran bore no trace of the [Prophet].

The character had shattered.

Yet Zhang Heng had to admit that this version of Ma Ran seemed more like a real person, as if he became...

More relatable.

At the very least, Zhang Heng suddenly felt that this version of Ma Ran was his true self.

While Ma Ran possessed noble beliefs and will, the atmosphere he now exuded was his true essence.

Or rather...

A part of his essence?

"What terrifying combat techniques!"

Bloodied Zhang Heng squinted slightly, seemingly unaware of the pain: "Despite never having left Earth, he has the level of Cosmic War LVmax..."

"The sudden change in gravity doesn’t affect him in the slightest..."

"This completely defies the objective laws of cosmic development!"

Despite the fact that everyone’s life energy strength was similar, in actual combat, he couldn’t withstand even ten moves before Ma Ran severed one of his arms.

The extraordinary combat techniques that Zhang Heng had honed over millennia of cosmic wandering and countless battles seemed laughably clumsy and absurd before Ma Ran, utterly meaningless except for eliciting laughter.

Completely outmatched!

Zhang Heng vaguely felt that each of Ma Ran’s moves, taken individually, could be given a grand name as a secret finishing move.

What is this?

As long as you don’t chant the move’s name during battle, is every slash just a normal attack?

Learned something new.

Unfortunately, it’s unusable.

Ultimately, Zhang Heng lacked Ma Ran’s terrifyingly exceptional combat skills.

Shua!

Yet another slash, instantly cleaving half of Zhang Heng’s body, exposing his alabaster-like spine to the vacuum, blood flowing freely, forming globules of red blood in the zero-gravity environment.

Amidst the chaos, Zhang Heng discerned a familiarity mixed with strangeness in Ma Ran.

A flash of insight crossed his mind, and he blurted out: "The Sword Master is you! The Demon Child is you! The Profound Immortal is you!"

"The Sword Master Lin Qiubai from Cangming Star, the Demon Child Zhang Kuang, the Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan..."

"These three were actually devoured by you, becoming a part of you!"

"Hahaha!"

The Earthling perceived as the gentle, kind, and broad-minded [Prophet] was indeed Ma Ran, but not all of Ma Ran, merely a part of his own nature.

Arrogant and aloof, bearing the world’s burdens alone, defying heaven itself.

Wild and unrestrained, breaking through all chains and shackles.

Wicked and cruel, brutal and bloodthirsty.

These four traits were all embodied in Ma Ran.

He almost seemed like a person with dissociative identity disorder.

This gave Zhang Heng a strong sense of déjà vu — the feeling of seeing another version of himself.

He finally understood where that inexplicable familiarity came from.

With only half his body left, Zhang Heng laughed wildly towards the sky.

No one knows what means he used to forcibly establish an intangible sound-transmitting medium between him and Ma Ran: "No wonder you rejected my invitation..."

"Ma Ran!"

"Turns out, you’ve already walked the same path as me!"

"The Zhao Guanlan on Earth right now isn’t the real Profound Immortal; it’s just a puppet you created, right?"

"Individual equals civilization..."

"We are kindred spirits!"

Imagining connections is the most fatal.

People always like to think of others as being similar to themselves.

The path Zhang Heng took was that of the individual as civilization, so his conjecture was closest to the truth, yet also furthest.

Ma Ran glanced at him indifferently: "Kindred spirits?"

"You are wrong."

And very wrong.

His voice couldn’t transmit in the vacuum, but his will was directly transferred into Zhang Heng’s mind.

Shua!

Shua!

Shua!

As the sword marks flickered, Zhang Heng’s body gradually dissolved into cosmic dust, leaving only his head.

"Every intelligent lifeform must be accountable for its actions."

Ma Ran spoke, piercing Zhang Heng’s brain with a single stroke.

"Man, woman, old, young, Earthling, alien..."

"No one can calculate against me without paying a price."