My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 399 - 395: Nineteen Rank of Inner Qi! Space Organ! Myriad Orifices [Vacuum Level]!
The Seventh Princess Eve’s "Memory Detonation" technique, in her view, is a high-level attack move that transcends physical and energy levels, a trump card that steps half into the domain of the soul.
Even a Vacuum Level powerhouse would be half-crippled if not dead under this move.
No matter how strong Ma Ran is, he is, after all, just a native emerging from a low-level civilization. What if he’s the strongest on Earth?
He would eventually be limited by his vision, become complacent, and his abilities would remain incomplete.
After being subjected to her "Memory Detonation," even if Ma Ran doesn’t blow out his brain or become a vegetable on the spot, he would still be severely injured, unable to pursue her.
As long as she can escape back to the battleship group, the Seventh Princess can regain her confidence.
Losing in a duel is nothing to be ashamed of.
Only the barbaric natives of low-level civilizations are fond of duels.
Once back, she can simply order the interstellar battleship group to cover the area where Ma Ran is located with firepower, "cleanse" it, and see if he can still force his way onto the battleship to kill her.
The imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
In Ma Ran’s view, the Seventh Princess’ "Memory Detonation" is nothing more than exposing the past and sharing some data and information about the Chuanke Civilization.
It’s funding the enemy!
The [Academic Demon] medal endowed Ma Ran with brain capacity and brain cell activity far beyond normal Earth humans. Even so, watching the life of the Seventh Princess within three seconds was a considerable burden.
However, the [Martial Arts Celestial Pride] medal allowed Ma Ran to gradually adapt to the new state at the moment of the memory detonation, actively manipulating his spiritual power to quickly adjust the pressure in his brain.
During this process, he used his spiritual power to slice through some useless memory fragments of the Seventh Princess eating, drinking, and bathing, leaving only the most useful intelligence.
The memory fragments of the Seventh Princess, like a whetstone, made Ma Ran’s spiritual blade sharper.
Three seconds passed quickly.
Ma Ran gave the Seventh Princess Eve a significant look.
"Tsk..."
The Seventh Princess before him, at the age of fifteen, had a budding love for a man a century older than her.
That man was elegant, poised, and well-rounded in both literature and martial arts, calm and collected, always seeming to have everything under control no matter the circumstances.
The Chuanke royal family’s ways were open-minded, and after confirming the mutual affection between the Seventh Princess and the man, her father even personally arranged the marriage, tying the man to the warship.
She had once seen the Emperor’s note about the man—talent.
At that time, the Seventh Princess was secretly pleased with her "good eye."
It turned out that Eve being able to become the Seventh Princess, and her old father standing out among the many princes to become His Majesty the Emperor and control a star system, indeed couldn’t have happened without the help of that talent.
Except...
On the second day of the Emperor’s ascension to the throne, that "talent" vanished without a trace, completely disappeared.
Even his name was obliterated, annihilated in the Chuanke Star System, with no one mentioning him again.
As if such a person never existed in history.
Initially, the Seventh Princess thought she had been betrayed.
Later she discovered that was not the case.
That "talent" did not flee the marriage.
He died.
Died at the hands of the Emperor.
The reason was simple—the power this talent held was too immense in the eyes of the Emperor.
Even with loyalty and fidelity, the Emperor did not trust him.
So, he disappeared, along with the confused and naive love of the Seventh Princess, both annihilated.
His Majesty the Chuanke Emperor had no blemishes, nor would there be any black history.
The princess’s emotional wounds were not of much concern to the Emperor, who merely sent a large batch of handsome men resembling that "talent" to her bed.
Replicas are ultimately just replicas.
No one is exactly the same as that "talent."
After indulging for a while, the Seventh Princess also grew tired.
She began to gradually shift her energy toward "talent collection."
After roughly skimming through the memory of the Seventh Princess Eve, Ma Ran’s feeling boiled down to two words.
Just this?
The obsession with talent stems from this little story?
It’s not like she suffered a double betrayal of love and family...
Compared to the unlucky, pathetic protagonists of waste style stories in Earth’s online novels, the profound grievances buried deep in the memory of Seventh Princess Eve just seemed laughable to Ma Ran.
The tragedy of the Seventh Princess, in Ma Ran’s view, was like a not-so-funny sitcom.
The "talent," whose name was obliterated by the Chuanke Emperor, seen from an outsider’s perspective, wasn’t perfect, possessing many glaring flaws.
The "talent," before his death, was always busy with his career, and every meeting with the Seventh Princess was pre-arranged by the Chuanke Emperor with romantic scenes.
So, their relationship seemed so fiery and intense.
That "talent," only by dying at the right moment, became the irreplaceable memory in the heart of the Seventh Princess.
Ma Ran simulated the scenario in his mind and came to a confident judgment—if the "talent" hadn’t died and had really married the Seventh Princess, discord would arise within half a year, and within a year, it would escalate into conflict, as the closest people would see each other as enemies.
Distance brings beauty.
The filtering effect of memory, nothing more than that.
Compared to the Seventh Princess Eve, who after darkening, subconsciously evaded and relied on slaughtering "low-level civilization natives" to vent her emotions, Ma Ran appreciated the Eldest Prince Li Tang and the Third Prince Adam a bit more.
