My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 493 - 487: Wu Di: "You Should Apologize.

"Childish."

Su Qiangwei, with an aloof demeanor, wrote: "Little one, how old are you this year?"

The golden little Walnut instantly calmed down from its frazzled state and answered honestly: "I’m already half a year old!"

???

Su Qiangwei looked dazed, turning her head to glance at Ma Ran: "This little thing isn’t even a year old?"

Ma Ran raised an eyebrow and replied calmly: "Yes."

The girl was unwilling: "Does their species reach adulthood at half a year old?"

What the heck is half a year?

Has Master Qiangwei been contending with an infant all this time?

"You’re overthinking it, the average lifespan of the 98725 species far exceeds Earth humans, and within the next half-century, they’re considered juvenile."

Upon hearing Ma Ran’s explanation, Su Qiangwei felt her ears burning.

Never lose even if you lose in argument!

The girl glanced lightly at 98725: "Little baby, from now on, big sister will protect you."

The little Walnut floating in the air immediately shrunk behind Ma Ran, twisting its body.

It felt that with its innate divine techniques, there were only a few on Earth who could bully it, and it was grateful Su Qiangwei didn’t even bother it!

"Time to get serious."

Ma Ran glanced at Zhang Qianren, who no longer kneeled on the ground retching, and scanned the group present: "Sikong Si, Cheng Lixing, Zhang Qianren, Zhu Hanyi, Wu Di, 98725, you six form a team."

"The final test for Sikong Si and Cheng Lixing, and Zhang Qianren’s interview content, are only two words..."

"Survive!"

After speaking, he looked towards Zhu Hanyi and Wu Di: "Unless necessary, try to hold back and give the newcomers some opportunities to train."

"98725 will stay with you, responsible for contacting me."

For newcomers, practical training is very important.

Originally, the Grass Hut Academy, without Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei, even with elites like Wan Haihao, Li Xing, and Wu Di raising the average, their overall strength was only comparable to other academies.

After the Space Academy Battle, the members of Grass Hut Academy shared their experiences of being beheaded and their waists severed on the Earth Super Forum without reservation, and although many said they had nightmares for days after returning to Earth, their growth was visible to the naked eye.

After detecting the overall combat power level of Grass Hut Academy, the special superpower talent from the General Staff once again raised its internal rank by several places.

Sikong Si, Cheng Lixing, Zhang Qianren, all have very high potential, so Ma Ran brought them to this planet.

"Alright!"

"Got it."

"Don’t worry, Brother Ran, with me here, they won’t have any issues!"

After receiving everyone’s response, Ma Ran smiled slightly and took Su Qiangwei’s arm, their figures blurred and disappeared without a trace.

For a moment, only three newcomers, two academy elites, and one little Walnut were left on the scene.

"We’re no longer on Earth."

After Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei disappeared, the first to speak was Sikong Si.

He looked calm, but his eyes revealed inner turbulence: "We’ve even left the boundaries of the Solar System."

"Our ultimate goal is merely survival."

"The simpler the task requirements, the higher the difficulty."

"Everyone, don’t let your guard down."

Standing beside him, Cheng Lixing immediately chimed in, his expression serious: "This is indeed not Earth, and..."

"There’s killing and death everywhere, everyone must be cautious!"

As the oldest person present, Zhang Qianren listened in bewilderment, feeling he must have missed some important conversation earlier.

Why does it feel like these people are speaking in riddles?

"Xiao Cheng’s superpower is an Under Development class [Wind Qi Judgment]."

Zhu Hanyi from Sichuan Qinglian Academy explained: "Anywhere he goes, he can clearly perceive and accurately determine the local customs and atmosphere immediately."

Zhang Qianren nodded thoughtfully.

Sounds like a fairly useless superpower.

But he is the first-generation mechanician painstakingly cultivated by the nation, reigning supreme with mecha, not relying on superpowers for a living, whether his powers are strong or weak doesn’t matter.

"Wait..."

Zhang Qianren felt he’d found a blind spot.

He stared wide-eyed at Sikong Si and Cheng Lixing: "Where are your mechas?"

The supposed formal mechanician qualification final assessment, yet no mecha is brought?

Could it be that the nation has already developed space storage equipment, able to carry large mechas around through small ornaments?

But...

Neither Sikong Si nor Cheng Lixing wore rings, earrings, pendants, or had any suspicious tattoos on their wrists or backs of their hands.

"Didn’t bring them."

Cheng Lixing shrugged: "Maybe the [Prophet] has high expectations of us and purposely increased the mission difficulty..."

Saying this, he looked at the person he was most familiar with on site, Sikong Si, and teased: "Dongfeng Mecha, mission accomplished."

"If I came with the [Golden Dragon], I’d probably just be a scout, if Sikong’s [Dongfeng] was here, we’d probably steamroll right through."

"Thus, there’d be no training significance."

"After all, mechas are a large part of the mechanician’s combat power, but not the entirety. Even without mechas, we can’t become bugs that can easily be crushed by enemies."

Just as he finished speaking, Sikong Si immediately countered: "Right, but not completely right."

"The [Prophet] not allowing us to bring mechas is actually reducing our survival difficulty."

"Haven’t realized yet?"

"Look at the technological development level of this planet, though it only equates to Earth’s 1980s or 90s, the architecture, vehicles, and tech equipment used by civilians are all behind Earth, yet they... are strong!"

Hearing this, except for Zhang Qianren and 98725, the other team members tensed up, their muscles tight, ready for battle.

Sikong Si quietly explained: "My ability is [Strong Insight], for targets weaker than myself, it’s of no use, but..."

"Any life form stronger than me appears transparent before my eyes."

"On this street, there are about three hundred people, over eighty of them are stronger than me!"

"Although most of my combat power lies in the mecha, these people are obviously just civilians, not professional combat personnel!"

After the landing, it was soon discovered that the architectural style of this planet somewhat resembled China in the 80s and 90s, buildings mostly in red and black, with pedestrians averaging around 1.9 meters tall, skin blood-red, and long bony tails hanging from their backs.

Their expressions were fierce, as if each had a volatile temperament, ready to engage in a conflict over a look or a word at any moment.

"The [Prophet] and the [Martial God] probably gave us a temporary protection, making these natives overlook our physical differences, and allowing us to understand their language."

Sikong Si took a deep breath: "Everyone should act in teams, focus on gathering intelligence first, and act as circumstances dictate."

Zhu Hanyi stroked the Rain Boiling Sword at his waist and nodded slightly: "I have no objections."

Little Walnut, as if it had arrived in a paradise, wriggled its round body into the sky, looking around eagerly, appearing joyful and lively.

Wu Di, however, frowned, his gaze passing over his teammates to a red-skinned person about 1.98 meters tall nearby, exuding cold air, loudly saying: "You’ve been staring at my companions since just now."

"And..."

"Your gaze makes it seem like you’re looking at dead people."

"That’s impolite behavior."

"You should apologize."