My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 296 - 294: Source of the Nightmare! Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan!

Some people are born evil.

I had a happy childhood, a harmonious family, and top-notch education, yet I eventually became someone who disregarded all moral laws.

The gentle and kind 'Profound Immortal' was nothing but a false mask that I found intolerable.

A purely black soul of sin is the real me.

Trampling the clan laws, tearing apart county regulations.

Disregarding religious rules, corrupting morals.

What do righteousness and evil have to do with me?

The so-called dichotomy of good and evil, everyone combined couldn't withstand a blow from me.

So...

I could finally follow my heart and be myself!

The title of Profound Immortal gradually detached from its original positive meaning and became synonymous with "Black Heart Ghost."

I don't care.

After casually obliterating those who couldn't argue or fight with me, I found the legacy left by the "Sword Master" and the "Demon Child."

After meticulously studying the masterpieces of those two sages, I finally found my goal.

Yes, a goal.

Life always needs a clear goal, doesn't it?

The goals I once set, such as "becoming the strongest in the world," "becoming the richest on Cangming Star,"...

were all too simple.

They didn't pose any challenge at all.

Achieving them required no effort whatsoever.

So, I first set myself a small goal—even in this late era of waning spiritual vitality, to reach the realm of Sword Master Lin Qiubai and Demon Child Zhang Kuang!

Hmm...

This goal is indeed a bit challenging.

So...

As long as I reach the realm, that's enough.

It doesn't matter if my combat power is slightly lacking.

I spun a colossal lie, deceiving the world with empty talk of "Star Ascension."

I restored ancient texts of various schools, consolidated the legacy of the Sword Master and the Demon Child, and created the "Yin Yang Transformation Dao Atlas," claiming my mind to be the mind of Heaven, my will to be the will of Heaven.

I deluded the intellect of all beings, borrowing one day of lifespan from each of the world's 2.5 billion people to aid my path to the Dao.

I succeeded.

I reached the realm of the Demon Child and the Sword Master.

But, can someone explain to me...

Why, at the moment of Transformation Dao, I was simultaneously attacked by a Sword Qi and a gun mark?

My guess was correct!

The Sword Master and the Demon Child indeed did not perish in the long river of history!

They are fighting against the Heavenly Dao!

However...

Unlucky me, coincidentally blocking the gun for the Heavenly Dao, was mistakenly harmed by those two seniors.

I believe it was a mistake.

So I'm not angry at all.

But my immortal body shattered!

Now, there's only a head left!

Never mind.

Those things don't matter, after all, I'm not dead, and I took the opportunity to break through the Heavenly Dao's blockade, crossing space barriers, and arrived on Earth.

Let the past be the past.

"Profound Immortal" Zhao Guanlan, let him become a thing of the past.

Finally, I must speak from the heart—attributing evil to the extraordinary, the system, or personal experience is a sign of insecurity.

Humanity inherently possesses the instincts and potential to commit all forms of evil.

Don't you feel the last two sentences are somewhat out of tune with the above content?

If so, then it's right.

Young man, is eavesdropping on others' thoughts fun?

"Ah!"

In the pitch-black deep night, Ogata Shitou lying in bed suddenly opened his eyes, breaking into a cold sweat.

"Huff...huff..."

After some heavy panting, Ogata Shitou finally calmed his mind.

This situation had happened more than once!

For the past few nights, he had been having a nightmare.

Yet every time he woke up, Ogata Shitou couldn't remember what kind of nightmare it was!

An S-level superpower user, losing several kilograms in just a few days, and if he didn't apply makeup before going out, he'd be sporting intense dark circles, completely unpresentable.

Ogata Shitou didn't dare to tell anyone about these encounters.

As a "Yin Yang Master," dubbed "Amaterasu of the Era of Reiwa," his renown in Japan surpassed that of any superstar, even earning the title of "National Guardian of Great Harmony."

With so many honors and titles came heavy burdens.

He must not tell anyone about the nightmares!

Especially such bizarre nightmares!

Ogata Shitou could confirm with 100% certainty that this "strange illness" that he couldn't solve, no other doctor or superpower user in Japan would be able to solve either!

If he were Chinese, he would unhesitatingly seek out "Prophet" Ma Ran for help and treatment—after all, it's said that this supreme healer could even resolve "superpower erosion" inflicted by "God" Gray!

Unfortunately, he's not.

As Japan's only S-level superpower user, Ogata Shitou stands the tallest, with no one else to share the pressure and responsibility.

Ogata Shitou very well knew that rashly disclosing his nightmares would not bring him sympathy, concern, or care, but suspicion, doubt, and disdain!

When the time comes, who knows how many unscrupulous media would stir up trouble.

At that point, he would likely be seen as a "coward," with many potential opponents ready to pounce, challenging the only S-level superpower user in Japan, eager to seize his glory, fame, wealth, and influence!

Everything he once had would be devoured by those "sharks" smelling the scent of blood!

Fortunately!

Today...

The persistent nightmare that Ogata Shitou couldn't remember for a long time, he finally remembered today!

"Profound Immortal, Zhao Guanlan!"

Ogata Shitou pushed open the bedroom door, slowly walked into the courtyard, and soaked his body in the steaming hot spring pool.

Surrounded by mist, Ogata Shitou furrowed his brow: "I may have obtained some memory fragment of a strong individual from Cangming Star..."

"No! It shouldn't be just a simple memory fragment! He can think!"

"So, what does this nightmare foretell?"

Pondering deeply for a long time, he found no answer.

"Yin Yang Transformation Dao Atlas," Heavenly Dao, Demon Child, Sword Master...

These keywords surfaced one by one in Ogata Shitou's mind.

He didn't know whether his experience was a blessing or a curse.

Regardless, life must go on.

Closing his eyes, Ogata Shitou forced himself into a state of false sleep.

Tomorrow there would be an extremely important negotiation, and he must conserve his energy to face it in the best state.

...

The next day, at noon, twelve o'clock.

Japan, Hokkaido, Sapporo.

This is the only "province" among Japan's various prefectures, and the largest island aside from Honshu.

The name Sapporo comes from the Ainu language, meaning "big river," and it's not just the administrative center of Hokkaido, but also its commercial and industrial hub, with a fluctuating population around two million.

Amidst the falling big fluffy snow, the cutting cold wind sliced the cheeks of passersby like invisible blades.

The climate, ten times worse than usual, seemed to foretell some impending misfortune.

Ogata Shitou stood at the edge of the TV tower's rooftop, half his foot suspended, eyes squinting, gaze fixed on a young boy in the street holding a white lily of the valley, feeling extremely irritated.

He was very angry.

Because he had just wasted a whole morning's time on a meaningless negotiation.

After negotiating with an expert from the Chinese side for four hours and thirteen minutes, he finally got to speak with that prophet.