My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 236 - 235: Burial Offerings · Fame’s End

Regarding die-hard individuals like Crimson Hammer, Ma Ran had nothing to say.

With different stances, the better the other side performed, the more they deserved to die.

"Moz, I'll leave this guy to you," Ma Ran said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kuang casually threw away the wine bottle in his hand, slowly paced forward, and approached Crimson Hammer.

But his gaze remained fixed on Ma Ran's face: "Remember your promise."

Ma Ran nodded slightly, expressionless.

Moz came up to Crimson Hammer, activating the Enchantment ability!

The specific details of the interrogation are omitted.

Initially, Crimson Hammer was tight-lipped, refusing to say a word.

Later, Su Qiangwei's subtle remark, "If you don't speak, your underlings will," successfully broke his defense. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Although Crimson Hammer was very strong-willed, he was, after all, a sentient being with his own weaknesses and vulnerable points in his thinking.

After Su Qiangwei broke through Crimson Hammer's mental defenses, "Moz" needed only a few words to get some information about the Eternal Civilization from him.

Unfortunately, they still couldn't obtain the most vital information.

Knowing he was doomed to die, Crimson Hammer gritted his teeth, unwilling to divulge the most critical intelligence.

Enchantment is powerful, a skill hailed as divine for intelligence gathering and subversion.

However...

It can only reinforce and permanently alter those whose will is weak and who are willing to surrender, presenting certain limitations.

After the three successful cases of AQ3399, Jin Yina, and Pursuer, there finally appeared a failure in the form of Crimson Hammer.

Even so, one cannot completely deny the strategic value of Enchantment.

After some more attempts, Crimson Hammer remained silent, refusing to speak again.

He lacked the ability to commit suicide but possessed the courage to face death.

In pursuit of "posthumous fame," Crimson Hammer had already regarded life lightly.

In his eyes, a short life held far less value than "reputation" that could endure in the Eternal Civilization.

Later, Earth extracted much useful information and intelligence from Pursuer's mouth.

"That's it for today."

Ma Ran's gaze fell upon Pursuer. After some contemplation, he said in a somber tone, "Cherish your last day of life."

Pursuer didn't respond.

The originally prepared copied documents were unreachable for the immobilized Pursuer.

After he handed over all the intelligence and removed the multiple verifications on the four Advanced Disguise Cards regarding retina, brainwaves, etc., making them usable for anyone who got them, he received new privileges.

Now, presented to Pursuer was a tablet storing Simplified Chinese textual information on the Thirteenth Rank of Inner Qi.

Set to auto-flip pages in an infinite loop, the angle was just right for Pursuer to see every character without turning over or needing anyone to assist.

The privilege extended only to this.

Merely the information on the Thirteenth Rank of Inner Qi.

Beyond that, there was no additional annotation or interpretation.

Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei, and Zhang Kuang simultaneously left the underground Lead Prison.

President Huang Weiguo stayed a half-hour longer, trying to persuade them to surrender.

Unfortunately, he gained no further results.

With a sigh, he left the place.

The Lead Prison quickly became noisy.

The veterans of Crimson Guild faced imminent execution the next day, leading many to mentally break down, reacting differently.

"Pursuer, you deserve to die!"

"If I could move now, I'd rush over and bite the flesh off him piece by piece, killing him today!"

"President Crimson Hammer is the only one with real guts! That's how members of our guild should be!"

"Alright, shut up! What's the point of praising him now? I'm almost laughing! Do you really think he has a chance to escape? Or are you hoping he'd take you along?"

"Hahaha! Indeed! Crimson Hammer is just an exploiter of us, the foreman. What's there to praise? We worked hard on missions, he does nothing, and still takes most of the profits. You're grateful to him? I'm almost dying from laughter!"

"Crimson Hammer, you bastard! Want to use our lives to build your reputation—did you even ask us?"

"The Soul Emission Device is completely ineffective, meaning dying here truly means death without resurrection!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Low-level civilization native... no! Earthling! I have important intel! Quickly call your leader here!"

"You never even loaded an Earth Language Card. Speaking Eternal Civilization's common language—they won't understand..."

"Damn it! Blame it on that bastard Crimson Hammer for squeezing us too harshly; otherwise, I'd have bought that card!"

Some cursed Pursuer, some praised Crimson Hammer's backbone, some wept, others tried to use the worthless intel they knew to barter for survival.

Pursuer was fervently reading every piece of text, completely absorbed, oblivious to what was happening outside.

Even when Crimson Hammer looked at him with contempt and hatred, he remained indifferent, unfazed.

Do humans resent an emotionless stone?

How boring, how pathetic!

Realizing this, Crimson Hammer coldly smiled at the guild members cursing him, no longer pretending like usual, exposing his true nature, and said with a face never shown before: "Ah, listened long enough, finally someone guessed it."

"Dying on Earth isn't my top choice."

"But things have come to this, and I have no better options."

"As a failure, taking this chance to gain fame is barely a decent end."

"You unlucky fools, squeezed by me, drained, and yet still my livestock."

"Now, as I, your master, am dying, it seems I've fattened you up."

"Before I die, turning you all into pork and dog meat hotpot to sell, and buying a nice cemetery plot and a coffin, is only logical."

"So..."

"Why get angry?"

"Having the honor to accompany me in death is a privilege for fools like you."

At this point, Crimson Hammer paused.

Annoyed by the insults, he shouted: "Shut up, all of you!"

"Do you think I gave those Earthlings intel for no reason?"

"Moz's manipulation skills are strong, yet limited; he can't alter my thinking by force or crush my will."

"Or rather... he could shatter my soul but isn't sure of preserving the crucial memory piece."

"I merely went with the flow!"

"The intel I released was the kind available to ordinary guild members like you!"

"My intent was solely to ensure all of you would die! No unexpected outcomes!"

With that, Crimson Hammer laughed eerily: "A king's demise must have an entourage in death."

"You are my chosen funeral companions!"

"With so many veterans dying simultaneously, even the Mysterious Research Institute can't keep things under wraps anymore!"

"My steadfast reputation for resisting death will continue to spread!"

"This is my final choice!"

"You garbage, low-tier dregs, eternally enslaved lower ranks—don't drag me down!"

With that, Crimson Hammer's eyes glared fiercely, and he bit down hard, shattering a special tooth hidden in his mouth.