My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 582 - 576: Pitch-Black Seas · The Gray Ship Conference

From an outsider’s perspective, the seven deputies seemed to be dozing off, but in reality...

Their consciousnesses were engaged in communication.

In the cold cosmos, countless light-years away from Earth, there exists a mysterious black sea.

In this sea, there floats a gray sailing ship exuding an air of decay.

On the deck of the ship, seven youths with varied attire and hair colors were exchanging information.

The red-haired man named Orlov, with a square face and a serious demeanor, spoke in a tone void of emotion, reminiscent of a robotic voice: "The order of speeches for this meeting is: Arnold, Chris, Guo Feilin, George, Tatake, Tie Shan."

"As inheritors of the six major Extraordinary Sequences—Magic, Technology, Immortal Power, Soul Sentience, Arcane Magic, and Divine Dao—please share your views on this [Seven Vortex Swordsmanship Opportunity Distribution] incident."

He spoke in Russian, yet it seemed the ship possessed some mysterious power that made his voice reach the ears of the other six, each in their own language.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed Arnold glanced reluctantly at the group, his expression somewhat gloomy, seemingly not interested in speaking, only saying perfunctorily: "What’s there to say?"

"Someone as weak as me has no right to speak on such matters."

As the inheritor of [Magic], Arnold had the closest affinity with Tatake, the inheritor of [Arcane Magic], sharing a relationship of both rivalry and camaraderie. They had sparred many times privately, with outcomes always mixed, never decisively tipping the scale.

Tatake’s previous tragic experiences evoked in Arnold a sense of "the fox mourns when the rabbit dies—a shared kin’s loss."

He even began to doubt whether his efforts truly held any meaning.

Would delving into the secrets of magic, comprehending its ultimate truths, and truly inheriting the legacy of predecessors, allow him to triumph over Ye Fengqing?

Arnold even doubted if he was qualified to stand before Ye Fengqing, and become that woman’s opponent.

The gap between them was like that between clouds and mud, incomparable.

The prouder one originally is, the gloomier they become after their dignity is ruthlessly trampled upon.

Not everyone can regain confidence after setbacks.

Upon hearing this, the others focused their gaze on Arnold with varied expressions, yet remained silent.

To Arnold’s remarks, Onoff responded noncommittally: "Then, Chris, please proceed with your speech."

Chris, resembling God Gray with his brown hair and blue eyes, but more strikingly handsome with a natural star-face, always wore a mischievous smile, spoke with humorous wit, often saying more than the others.

Standing beside the mast, rubbing its wooden texture, he spoke oddly: "In truth, I don’t think Arnold’s words are mere anger."

"Initially, we seven regarded ourselves as Earth’s most special beings, as the Chosen Ones, unparalleled by anyone, believing we were the real guides to lead Earth Civilization through crisis into glory."

"After all, the inheritances we received can only be utilized by us. Even if we are willing to contribute them to the nation for free, or share them with others, no one else could benefit a bit from them."

"Yet facts prove... we overthought."

"Let alone leading Earth to glory, we couldn’t even resolve the crises it faces."

Chris self-mockingly said: "There are no outsiders here, I won’t put on an act."

"Honestly, when the Chuanke Civilization first arrived, I even intended to abandon Earth’s body and flee."

"Subsequent developments made me feel like an egotistical clown."

"Among us here, apart from big brother Orlov, perhaps everyone else had thoughts of retreat, right? — Say, leave the green hills, never fear the lack of firewood; as long as we’re alive, Earth Civilization hasn’t perished, there’s still hope..."

"Thoughts of self-consolation like these, you likely had them too."

"Don’t feel embarrassed, and no need to deny it."

"While we believed we were Earth’s final trump card, in reality..."

"We’re just ’ordinary people reluctant to risk lightly, forgetting righteousness for small gains.’"

"Up to now, we’ve done nothing, merely insignificant novices without any impact on the big picture."

"If there’s any difference between us and others..."

"Probably we’ve just been luckier."

"Our sense of superiority stems from our fortune."

"Think about it... "

"Besides big brother Orlov, us six have no superior capital."

"We speak loftily, thinking ourselves the Chosen One, the savior."

"In reality, we’re not prepared to sacrifice for humanity."

"When it comes down to it, everyone’s first reaction was probably to run, right?"

At this point, Chris switched his tone: "It must be admitted..."

"This world changes too fast!"

"Leaving aside those aliens of complex origins."

"God, Prophet, Martial God... Just these native Earth extraordinary figures, in terms of hard strength, have reached or even surpassed our level."

Chris slightly raised his lips, his usual confident smile now tinged with self-mockery: "In front of that [Lord of the Red Lotus], we appear like obedient dogs, not daring to breathe aloud."

"Yet Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei, these people, can communicate with them as equals."

At this, Chris looked at Tatake with a smiling but not smiling gaze, his eyes pausing on Tatake’s roughly constructed limbs conjured by Arcane Energy. Before Tatake could get angry, he raised his hands, shrugged, looking harmless: "Tatake, don’t overthink, I’m not targeting you."

"I just think you’re on good terms with Arnold, and seeing you in such a miserable state makes him sad, so I’m verbally provoking him in hopes he regains courage."

After speaking, Chris’s smile faded, his gaze shifting to Arnold, the inheritor of [Magic]: "Indeed, we were completely defeated by Ye Fengqing, and they crushed us openly and directly, even someone like me concedes, without any complaints."

"However!"

"[Martial God] Su Qiangwei has competed against [Prophet] Ma Ran since debut, yet never won once."

"But she has never given up."

"Once doesn’t work, then ten times, a hundred, ten thousand, until the end of life."

"As long as one is alive, there’s always a chance."

"That Martial God has failed countless times, yet always maintains high morale, showing extreme fortitude, with a conviction so strong it’s worthy of admiration!"

"And you, Arnold, inheritor of [Magic], after just one failure, want to entirely surrender?"

"Where did the old you, who said ’even if Earth Civilization is destroyed, use the power of magic to make the flower of humanity bloom again on the ruins,’ where did your spirited self go?"

"And you, Tatake, inheritor of [Arcane Magic], giving up on the pursuit of wisdom and truth, instead probing the master’s thoughts, testing their limits, and in the end, making a mess. Wouldn’t your past self despise you for this?!"

"Even self-important, conceited, clown-like fortunate ones are a thousand-fold stronger than dejected, fallen, reality-fleeing stray dogs!"