My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 374 - 370: We Are at a Disadvantage!

South Korea, Busan.

The streets were crowded with pedestrians and vehicles.

Some delinquent teenagers, dressed unusually, were doing their own thing—some climbed lampposts, others jumped onto car roofs with baseball bats, and some ran over to reporters, trying to get their faces on a live news broadcast.

"Ah, siba! You ignorant adult! Point the camera at me quickly! I’m a cadre of the ’Doomsday Conversion Association’! Show some respect!"

"Another alien has arrived! The end of the world is coming soon! Everyone... go crazy!"

They were just a group of teenagers, but the reporters could only listen to them with long faces.

Even the police officers who arrived early acted as if nothing concerned them.

It’s not that they didn’t want to interfere.

They didn’t dare to interfere.

This group of young people were not ordinary teenagers.

They were once the forces cultivated by the three major rising powers in South Korea.

However, after Park Yong-jun’s era began, he started a purge against them, cutting off their supply of extraordinary resources and banishing them to society.

The three major stars of extraordinary in South Korea had originally intended just to cultivate a group of tough followers, not to create well-rounded talents of morality, intellect, physique, aesthetics, and labor.

Therefore, subjects like moral character and cultural courses were nonexistent.

This group of school dropouts, having once enjoyed a status and treatment far beyond ordinary people, had no presentable skills other than their extraordinary abilities. Despite being young and, in many cases, not even of age, they became "remnants of the old era," unwanted trash.

So, they banded together, warmed themselves in numbers, and called themselves the "Doomsday Conversion Association."

The name of this organization alone reveals it’s not anything proper.

The purpose of the Conversion Association was to take back the talent and abilities [Zero Dollar Purchase] that originally belonged to South Korea but were later adopted and improved upon by the United States in every disaster.

In short, the purpose of the Doomsday Conversion Association can be summarized in three words—Fight! Smash! Rob!

They were arrogant, with a wild demeanor, having become a tyrannical force in South Korea.

Getting on their bad side meant certain death.

Even public officials would face retribution, brutally murdered after the fact.

"Wow! That big brother is so handsome! I’ve seen many trainee stars and debuted artists, but compared to him, they’re like sparrows to a phoenix, the gap is too big!"

"Purple-black hair and red eyes like jewels, he must be a fervent imitator of that [Sword Master] Lin Qiubai, right?"

"How long have you not watched the news? This hairstyle obviously imitates that [Profound Immortal] Zhao Guanlan from Japan, right?"

"What’s so great to look at, just a damn sissy. Watch, I’ll go provoke and insult him now, he definitely won’t dare lift a hand! Hey! Sissy uncle, you’re in my way, move aside now!"

Zhao Guanlan, with a smile on his lips, slapped the ignorant thug next to him into dust, obliterating his soul entirely.

The next moment, piercing screams erupted around him.

"Aaaah! Murder!"

"Run! This guy is different from those impotent adults, he’s a real killer!"

"Run! Run! Run! He’s not just all talk, he really dares to kill!"

"What are you scared of! Kill him! We have so many people, he’s just one... ah!"

Even as a violent gang, the Doomsday Conversion Association had a few teenagers with superpowers and courage who charged at Zhao Guanlan menacingly, attempting to kill him on the spot.

But they all ended the same, with a bolt of lightning piercing their hearts.

Seven or eight gang members clutched their chests, collapsing on the ground, writhing in pain, legs kicking frantically on the pavement like dying wild dogs.

"I... I don’t want to die..."

"Ahhhh! It hurts! It hurts! Mom! Save me!"

"You dare to kill me? How dare you kill me? I’m not like this group of nobodies! I joined the Doomsday Conversion Association just for fun! My father is Prosecutor Li Zhongxi! You..."

Perhaps because they’d awakened superpowers, some of them had especially strong life force, and after their hearts were blown out, they could still utter a few words.

In front of Zhao Guanlan, they were all like helpless trash.

Someone died with snot and tears streaming, pitifully.

Someone cried out for their parents before dying.

And some, even facing death, still uttered threats.

Whether those who drooled over Zhao Guanlan’s looks or those who disliked him, as long as they belonged to the "Doomsday Conversion Association," at this moment, they all fled in panic.

The so-called "Doomsday Conversion Association" was just a group with a flamboyant facade, no more genuine than a dragon-lover who feared dragons.

In the end, they weren’t iron-blooded men but a bunch of bullies. When faced with a true savage, their ugliness was immediately revealed.

"Prosecutor Li Zhongxi? Ogata, remember this name, check it out later, see if there is any real connection. If there is, take care of him." Zhao Guanlan spoke to Ogata Shitou.

Ogata Shitou, lacking any regard as a National Guardian-level Ability User, immediately replied: "Yes, Lord Profound Immortal, I guarantee completing the task!"

After instantly killing the group of violent gang teens, Zhao Guanlan disdainfully brushed off nonexistent dust from his palm, a sickly smile surfacing: "From these people, I smelled a kindred scent."

"The scent of scum."

"Perhaps this is why the same kind repels to some extent?"

"Even villains don’t wish to make friends with other villains."

"It’s still more comfortable to stay with people who have pure thoughts, far-reaching ambitions, and firm beliefs."

Saying this, Zhao Guanlan’s eyes moved, his gaze focusing on Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei: "Maybe that’s why we get along?"

Su Qiangwei pursed her lips.

Whoever could get along with a guy like this!

However, though Zhao Guanlan was ruthless, his insight was quite sharp, recognizing that Master Qiangwei and "Student Ma Xiansheng" were kind-hearted good people, not the same kind as him.

Hehe...

Hearing her companion’s silly laugh, Ma Ran held his forehead with his hand and sighed: "That’s enough."

"The three fleet Controllers Chuanke Civilization sent this time are not weaklings."

"Each fleet, considered on its own, in terms of overall combat power..."

"We’re somewhat inferior."

"This time, it’s somewhat different from previous disasters."

"We are the relatively weak side!"

"So..."

"We must seize the time, race against the clock!"

Hearing this, Park Yong-jun, Ogata Shitou, and Jin Yina, standing by, all showed a hint of panic.

The [Prophet] Ma Ran, since his debut, had never said such a thing!

If he said "slightly inferior combat power," it really meant they couldn’t match the opponent.

Six National Guardian-level experts, even with three just making up numbers, when combined, are a force no country or power on Earth can ignore!

Even so, they still didn’t equal one-third of the opponent’s combat power...

How strong had the Chuanke Civilization become?