My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 496 - 490: Authority of the National Guardian; Divine Ti Sheng!

Before that...

We must first eliminate the Second Generation God of Slaughter!

Apart from defeating a strong opponent with great potential and resolving hidden threats, Ma Ran also aims to transform all the opponent’s gains into resources for further progress!

...

Time shifted swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, it was three days later.

Blood Mist Star, a black unfinished building covered with sword marks.

Third Floor.

"It’s raining again."

Cheng Lixing looked outside through the drafty wall.

Outside, a drizzle of bright red blood rain was falling.

This blood rain acted like a spiked stimulant; if you don’t avoid it, once drenched, an uncontrollable desire for slaughter grows within you.

Locals call this weather "Blood Rain Festival" or "Carnival."

After each rain, only dry corpses remain on the streets, accompanied by an overwhelming smell of alcohol, like a horror movie set.

Cheng Lixing shook his head, covered his wound, and staggered over to sit beside the stairway without a railing, feet dangling, looking at Zhang Qianren: "Brother Zhang, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but it seems like you’re lacking motivation."

Zhang Qianren was taken aback for a moment before he nodded.

Although his Inner Qi Rank was low, and his "Burning Martial" skills weren’t impressive, without professional training, during the large-scale dream brainwashing in 98725, he managed to kill some stubborn believers of the God of Slaughter, quickly enhancing his Inner Qi skills by taking advantage of opportunities.

But in the past few days, he only killed four "Red-Skinned Wine People," reaching the First Rank of Inner Qi with one acupoint and then stopped.

His reason was that he hadn’t deduced the position of the fourth acupoint, so killing more would be a waste.

But when thinking carefully, does this reason really hold?

No!

On the entire Blood Mist Star, only a handful of Earth transmigrators practiced "Burning Martial." Local Red-Skinned Wine People strengthened their blood, muscles, skin, and muscle power through mutual slaughter to enhance combat power.

Therefore...

Zhang Qianren could learn from them.

Even if his Inner Qi Cultivation has temporarily reached a bottleneck, preventing further improvement, he can still enhance his physical qualities, benefiting his future cultivation.

But he hasn’t done so.

His long-held values made him feel that killing a few enemies who wanted to kill him already represented significant transformation.

He finds it hard to quickly shift his mindset.

This is what Cheng Lixing refers to as "lack of motivation."

Cheng Lixing chuckled: "Though you performed well, killing an enemy for the first time without vomiting or engaging in prolonged ideological conflict or fussing, but..."

"Strive for perfection!"

"You need a clear goal."

"My goal and Sikong’s is to become the strongest ace mechanician domestically and globally, motivating each other as competitors."

"What about you?"

"No goal, no pressure; lacking pressure, one loses motivation."

"As long as one lives, one must have a clear goal!"

Hearing this, Zhang Qianren instinctively glanced at the floating golden Little Walnut in the air.

Cheng Lixing, with keen observation, spoke before Zhang could: "98725 is different from us; it’s still young, now in the stage of exploring the world and enjoying the fun of a high-intelligence life form’s infancy."

"It will be many years before it needs to consider such matters."

"Besides..."

But there’s no continuation.

98725’s innate divine techniques and its post-evolution abilities give it strategic value that surpasses everyone else present combined!

This is beyond doubt.

In just a few days, 98725 connected to "Game Main God Xuan" through so-called "group hypnosis," converting over seventy thousand Red-Skinned Wine People into believers and followers of Xuan through the latter’s brainwashing methods.

It’s said that this is part of the deal between Ma Ran and Xuan.

The strong always enjoy extra privileges.

Compared to 98725, the vast majority of people on Earth are weak.

During these three days, 98725 followed them around, fishing for law enforcement, playing the "Prey Becomes Hunter" game with the people of Blood Mist Star, repeatedly counter-killing, although reaping a lot of benefits, it often came close to wetting its shoes by the river.

During a fishing encounter last night, Wu Di, Sikong Si, and Cheng Lixing were all injured, found an unfinished building to stay in temporarily, and could only spare some time to recuperate.

Zhang Qianren opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

Rendered speechless, he never imagined that he, a middle-aged man who had been working for years, would end up needing a young person to enlighten him.

But after careful consideration, he found the young man’s words made a lot of sense.

The experience during peacetime seems somewhat outdated in the Extraordinary Era.

After years of work, besides "office wisdom" with little use, the biggest gains were the money that switched hands quickly to pay off the mortgage and car loan.

At that thought, Zhang Qianren lowered his head, pondered a long while, and cleared his mind.

"What is my goal?"

"I want my wife and daughter to lead a happy, carefree life..."

"That’s not a goal; that’s what a responsible man must do!"

"So..."

"What I truly want to do, something meaningful..."

In a daze, Zhang Qianren snapped out of it, the first thought in his mind made him chuckle.

Yet after serious thinking, he felt it wasn’t so funny.

"Instead of calling it a goal, it’s more like a dream."

"I...want a world without overtime."

It doesn’t sound as grand as "I want world peace," but it’s very down-to-earth.

Having once suffered in the hell of overtime, he’s unable to pretend it doesn’t exist after escaping, rather wanting to solve it completely.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Lixing grinned, ready to add a quip, but before he could laugh, he noticed Zhang Qianren’s serious and earnest expression.

"You’re not joking?"

"No. I believe every hardworking person should have ample time to accompany their family rather than waste limited energy on endless overtime. Although I escaped the drudgery thanks to luck, many people like the old me are still squandering their youth on relentless overtime."

At this point, Zhang Qianren’s eyes glazed over, "Youth is such an elusive thing; sometimes, it feels like I just started working, and in the blink of an eye, I’m middle-aged."

Sikong Si methodically shoved mechanician rations into his mouth — the food on Blood Mist Star was essentially alcohol-infused raw meat, which this group of Earth transmigrators dared not consume.

His expression remained indifferent, yet his angle differed completely from Cheng Lixing: "Having dreams is good."

"But the ’world without overtime’ you mentioned, what world are you referring to — Beijing, China, Earth, or the entire cosmos?"

"If it’s the first two, as long as your faith and will are firm enough to meet the superpower awakening threshold and become [Haotian], your influence will instantly multiply a thousandfold, ten thousandfold."

"At that point, just a word, and someone will help you achieve that dream."

"The so-called 996 work system will soon vanish from the Chinese Land."

At this, Sikong Si’s tone was icy but struck a nerve: "You underestimate your luck and haven’t truly grasped the significance of the term [National Guardian]."

"The status and influence of a [National Guardian] willing to sacrifice for the motherland surpasses your wildest imagination limits."

...

Simultaneously.

Blood Mist Star, deep within the planet’s core.

A heart slowly pulsating suddenly burst, coalescing into a vague human figure.

"I am... the Second Generation God of Slaughter..."

"No!"

"Even after ascending to godhood, I won’t forget my name!"

"Those forsaking their true name..."

"Cannot advance to higher realms!"

"My name is... ’Ti Sheng’!"

"Damn it!"

"The last generation God of Slaughter was so weak, pitifully frail; the ’conditions’ left behind are ones I, inheriting the Slaughter Divine Format, cannot refuse..."

"To kill the Earth Humans named ’Ma Ran’ and ’Su Qiangwei’..."

"Earth coordinates... temporal flow differences..."

"Understood."

"Another fifty thousand years of low-key development, then I’ll slay them!"

"On Earth’s timeline, probably only a few months would have passed."

"By then, I’ll be able to refine the final obsession in the Divine Format, leap ranks, and directly ascend to the Middle Rank God level!"