My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 467 - 461: Global Chaos! The S-level’s Sorrow!

Throughout the United Kingdom, there are cultists everywhere who worship the God of Slaughter.

Everyone wants to obtain supernatural powers, but not every country on Earth, unlike China, has the official promotion of the "Burning Martial" system by the Super Bureau.

Even the recently emerged Main God Game requires people to give enough devout faith to possibly gain the identity of a player.

In comparison, by simply choosing to believe in the God of Slaughter and creating bloody massacres everywhere, one can immediately receive divine favor and gifts, becoming more powerful!

The advantage of the God of Slaughter is immediate impact and fierce effect!

Just by killing one person, you can instantly have strength akin to the First Rank of Inner Qi! This makes you evenly matched with Extraordinary Ones who have painstakingly cultivated two acupoints of Inner Qi. And because you have killed, carrying a murderous aura, you even have a certain advantage.

In this calculation, just by killing over five hundred Earthlings, you can have life strength comparable to the Tenth Rank of "Burning Martial"!

What a speed of progress is this?

Who can resist such temptation?

Going a step further, slaughtering a thousand people might allow you to leap into becoming an S-level Ability User, like the former Yi King?

William and Bradley exchanged a glance, seeing the sorrow in each other’s eyes.

They are both S-level Superpower Users, and according to the recently unified system developed by China, the two also count as Extraordinary Ones above Tier Eleven.

But in facing this situation, both felt too weak, with a sense of having more heart than strength.

The crisis the God of Slaughter brings to Earth originates from His faith feedback mechanism.

Every seemingly ordinary, gentle Earthling could suddenly be enchanted by the God of Slaughter at some point, thus turning on those around them, exchanging lives for divine blessings.

Killing pigs, cows, sheep, chickens, ducks, fish, indeed can also obtain the God of Slaughter’s blessing, but such blessings are far too little compared to killing compatriots; the difference is almost negligible!

In such circumstances...

William and Bradley can only rob Peter to pay Paul, running to wherever problems arise, to arrest one cultist after another.

The key issue lies in policies!

As long as those arrested believers of the God of Slaughter aren’t publicly executed, instead of living leisurely in prison, similar crimes will never cease.

Instead, they will become increasingly severe!

This is both a system issue and a path problem. William and Bradley are S-level Ability Users, but they also know very well that unless things deteriorate to an uncontrollable extent, those above will never easily make changes.

If the big picture doesn’t change, even if they were made of iron, how many nails could they drive?

Upon this thought, the "Light Speed Gentleman" William couldn’t help but sigh, "If we had the same say as the Prophet in China, that would be great."

"I heard in the far East, the initial believers of the God of Slaughter who turned on their compatriots, all found ample reasons before acting, claiming to be ’mentally ill’ or ’accidental killers.’

"Those people, legally speaking, would at most be sentenced to life imprisonment."

"I understand Chinese law, more or less."

"The so-called ’life sentence,’ usually means just serving ten years or so inside before they get reduced sentences and parole."

"Which is equivalent to providing those believers of the God of Slaughter a quiet, secluded cultivation ground."

"And then..."

Here, William stopped speaking.

Bradley also knew what happened in the end.

Legend has it, Prophet Ma Ran, upon seeing the judgment of those believers of the God of Slaughter, simply said three words flippantly.

"Too light."

And then...

Those dozens of believers of the God of Slaughter were immediately executed and broadcasted live nationwide.

What?

Bloody violence?

Having the mind to care about such things at a time like this is simply laughable!

In troubled times, heavy penalties are used!

If you don’t show all nationals your determination and will, don’t demonstrate bloody and ruthless means, how could you curb the soaring crime rates?

At least on this point, both William and Bradley envied Ma Ran, who had a powerful country that respected his will behind him.

Thinking of this, William sighed again, wrinkles appeared faintly on his forehead.

He felt that he had aged a lot in just these few days.

Originally, with the Game Main God Xuan emerging, everyone was having fun, the atmosphere was harmonious, which was quite nice.

Yet first, God Gray stirred up divine warfare, causing turmoil in the Western Hemisphere. If it weren’t for him and Bradley being quick and knowing how to avoid harm while benefiting, using negotiation and promises to deal ambiguously with the other side, they might have followed in the footsteps of the God of Indians, Blood Arrow.

Gray became the nominal Extraordinary lord of the Western Hemisphere in an extremely short time, digesting power, amassing strength, and ready to make a move. And at this time, the even more nauseating God of Slaughter emerged, stirring unrest everywhere, causing global chaos!

Actually...

The situation in the UK isn’t the most serious.

The crime rates in the United States and Australia over the past twenty-four hours were ten and eighteen times that of the UK respectively!

It’s as if the God of Slaughter activated hidden gene fragments deep in the bloodlines of certain people in these two countries, making them increasingly bloodthirsty and eager to kill.

They seem to become addicted to gaining benefits through slaughter and plunder, deriving more pleasure.

No comparison, no harm.

Compared to the God of Slaughter, even the image of the Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan seemed unconsciously beautified.

Suffice it to say...

There’s always a higher mountain.

Standing beside William, Bradley pondered for a long while before musing, "Since we can’t influence the law, can we perhaps guide our citizens to learn from the Chinese..."

"By slaughtering livestock to gain blessings?"

Fleecing the God of Slaughter in this way is beyond what can be described with the words "blasphemy."

It is simply using the God of Slaughter as a tool!

Perhaps because of the unassuming nature of the Main God Xuan, the Chinese felt no psychological burden when performing such acts, with little official warning.

William sighed, looking intently at Bradley, resolutely rejecting: "Impossible!"

"The national conditions are completely different!"

"Your thoughts are too dangerous and must be corrected immediately!"

"Who do you think you are?"

"If you were the Prophet, doing this, I wouldn’t say a word, only giving my utmost support!"

"But you are not."

"You are merely the Undying Gentleman."

What William found pathetic was that the Chinese who "fleeced the wool" of the God of Slaughter all succeeded.

The benefits from an Evil God aren’t easily obtained.

Who doesn’t understand this?

Yet...

Behind those Chinese stood the Martial God Su Qiangwei, the Prophet Ma Ran. Even if they were killed on the spot by the God of Slaughter, they might have a chance to enter the Netherworld created by Judge Wang Shuyin, continuing to hold on, perhaps having a chance at a second life.

Even if the God of Slaughter felt mocked, divine punishment wouldn’t easily descend.

And behind the British...

There is nothing.

The weight of these two S-level Ability Users, William and Bradley, combined, might not compare to one Prophet.

This fact was well understood by both.

If the sky were to fall, as the highest beings within the UK, they couldn’t hold up the collapsing heavens!

"News from China says the star power incarnation of the Prophet will arrive in London within half an hour."

Bradley rubbed his eyelids with his fingertips, exhausted. "Let’s prepare first..."