My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 643 - 637: Gold Medal! [Prophet] Badge!

Ma Ran observed the conversation of certain gods in the not-too-distant future.

Regarding the time-travel incident of "Burning Martial"...

The gods who obtained the relevant information preferred independent thinking rather than following their God’s judgment.

"Erasing the traces of Yinghuang Star is just a cover-up, right? Those big shots above took all the benefits for themselves and didn’t even leave us any scraps."

"Speaking of which, to independently open up a path to the Upper Rank Gods, that ’Prophet’ from No. 7 Demon Nest is truly remarkable..."

"’Burning Martial’, if only I had a manuscript projection in my hands! I wouldn’t ask for a long time, just let me see it a few times; that would be enough."

"Dream on! Do you think such a good thing would come your way?"

"The survivor of Yinghuang Star is that bald guy, you know? His luck wasn’t bad. All his believers died, but before the Faith Power Crystal was used up, he found a kind divine loan to lease some shallow believers and took the opportunity to nurture his direct believers again. It got him through the survival crisis, and he didn’t have to go to the Wall of the End."

"More importantly, neither he nor that ’Ling’ was held accountable—this is the strangest part, right?"

"No matter whether the legendary manuscript is real or fake, at least we can define this ’Burning Martial’ manuscript event as—an intelligent race’s conspiracy!"

"Isn’t that obvious?"

"In the absence of evidence and difficulty in investigation, it’s almost fanciful to deduce the real culprit. So... outcome-oriented reverse deduction for this event, whoever benefits the most is the most likely mastermind!"

Ma Ran raised his eyebrows slightly.

From an objective perspective, this logic made sense.

So...

What then?

Since the Energy Reserve was sufficient, Ma Ran decided to continue using the Prophet’s Medal to observe the future.

In the "future" Ma Ran saw, the Demon Extermination and Punishment Legion Commanders were discussing the event often during the war.

Based on the "who benefits, who is the real culprit" theory, and raising the evaluation of the mastermind appropriately...

"Although, judging from the clues, the real culprit should be an individual from No. 9 Demon Nest’s ’Insect Race Civilization,’ No. 11 Demon Nest cannot escape blame either..."

The ’Insect Race Civilization’ that left traces in the "Burning Martial" time travel incident might be a scapegoat.

So, with motive, ability, and similar conduct, only No. 11 Demon Nest’s ’Parasitic Civilization’ was left.

Thus, after this incident, aside from increasing strategic combat power against the Insect Race Civilization, the Upper Rank Gods also intensified actions against No. 11 Demon Nest’s ’Parasitic Civilization’!

The mastermind can’t possibly be Earth Civilization from No. 7 Demon Nest, right?

Only a lunatic would do something so self-damaging.

What good is drawing Divine Court’s combat power to their own territory?

Tired of living?

All in all, the first option to be excluded is Earth.

After absorbing the opinions of competent Gan Jiang, and after much discussion and deduction, several Upper Rank Gods jointly decided to reallocate power from the Demon Extermination Legion originally intended to destroy Earth Civilization, concentrating firepower to kill the Insect Race Civilization and Parasitic Civilization, and lowering the conquest priority of No. 7 Demon Nest (Earth).

"..."

Seeing this, Ma Ran’s expression became somewhat complicated.

He looked at the comrade not far away: "Our official war with the Divine Court will be delayed for a month."

Su Qiangwei paused her chewing, stared at Ma Ran for a long while, then raised a thumb and sincerely praised: "Impressive! Ma Ran, as expected of you!"

Ma Ran didn’t know how to respond.

Honestly, he didn’t expect this outcome.

He shook his head and added, "Don’t let your guard down, though comprehensive war will be delayed by a month, the intensity of small-scale battles in the short term won’t be low."

"?"

The girl looked puzzled.

"Bait, fishing, training troops." Ma Ran gave her three keywords.

At this point, Su Qiangwei suddenly understood: "Got it!"

"No matter how fast Divine Court reacts, we still ought to have preparation time, right? So there’s no need to rush for now."

"Is there anything interesting to share about this trip to the Divine Court?"

Initially, when teaming up with Su Qiangwei, Ma Ran would have probably brushed off such questions with a few words.

After experiencing countless ups and downs and battles together, Ma Ran’s attitude towards Su Qiangwei no longer resided in a simple fan’s mentality of an idol.

Su Qiangwei, who might seem a bit of a "sand sculpture" in ordinary times, is actually a trustworthy and excellent comrade, an excellent partner.

Therefore...

Ma Ran slightly edited this fascinating journey, picking out what he could share with Su Qiangwei.

As soon as the story ended, three medals suddenly appeared in Ma Ran’s vision.

They were the Academic Demon, Martial Arts Celestial Pride, and Prophet.

In front of Ma Ran, these three great medals were pieced together, enveloped in a brilliant, pure, flawless golden light, slowly fusing together!

???

The situation left Ma Ran a bit dumbfounded.

He turned his face stiffly to look at the girl beside him.

Even as the Audience, Su Qiangwei’s evaluation, along with her strength, status, and fame, had always been rising, but it shouldn’t be to such a high degree, right?

This was already completely illogical!

Su Qiangwei cautiously lifted her eyes and happened to meet Ma Ran’s gaze, then guiltily lowered her head.

Moments later, the girl stiffened her neck to look at Ma Ran, preemptively accusing: "Watching me again!"

"So, what’s the mission this time?"

Ma Ran’s gaze was complicated as he looked at this comrade, after a long pause, he quietly said, "No mission."

"I was just wondering, with this small amount of food, are you full?"

"If you’re still hungry, I can cook another spread."

Su Qiangwei shrank her neck, looking startled: "Really!?"

"Are those words coming from Ma Ran?"

"The Martial God’s Protection is still there, the Soul is normal... it is indeed Ma Ran..."

After speaking, she looked at the table in a mess, swallowed, touched the baby fat growing back on her face, and said painfully, "Maybe...maybe next time, next time."

Ma Ran nodded slightly, falling into contemplation and confusion.

As he began to doubt life a little, the three major medals of Academic Demon, Martial Arts Celestial Pride, and Prophet had completely fused!

A brilliant round golden medal lay quietly in the medal repository!

On the round medal, Ma Ran’s silhouette was etched.

Dressed in the classic black-bottomed, silver-edged high-collared windbreaker, a straight-blade Tang Blade at his waist, wearing Hexagram Cloud Battle Boots, his eyes like stars, eyebrows like distant mountains, lips red and teeth white, and pure white soft hair fluttering in the wind.

The only somewhat discordant note was that deep in Ma Ran’s portrait’s eyes, a profound and overwhelming ferocity seemed to lurk.

Golden mist swirled and transformed over the round medal, constantly sketching out individual figures.

One holding a three-foot blue edge, the cold and arrogant swordman...

A red-haired, exuberant spear hero...

A deeply wicked, playful elitist...

Sitting amid a fire lotus, the superb cosmic overlord...

Indeed.

Ma Ran’s first pure gold medal, its name was...

"Prophet"!