After a bout of dizziness, Ma Ran opened his eyes once more and knew that he had returned to Earth.
The spiritual waves around him felt familiar and comforting.
The trade with Shang was very rewarding, not just in terms of technology that could enhance our overall strength but also in the exchange of non-material resources.
However, conversing with soone like Shang, who has a strong self-destructive complex, was very ntally exhausting.
The [Enchantnt] ability, although it can permanently and silently alter a being's mindset, ultimately relies on the enchanted one's inherent cognitions and worldview.
If Shang were truly a person without desires, with firm will, and no emotional vulnerabilities, it would have been impossible for Ma Ran to guide its thought patterns to the way they were.
Shang and 98725 are indeed remnants of the Dream Race.
The forr cares for the latter, that's also correct.
The problem is...
Before Ma Ran had a dialogue with Shang, Shang had never personally descended on Earth, nor did it care about or inquire about 98725, allowing it to drift.
The Shang of the past likely had the mindset of "as long as the last clan mber does not die because of , it's okay."
A guy who doesn't even care about his own life, a pure avenger, would care about compatriots like 98725?
That's a joke!
Isn't it just the effect of [Enchantnt]?!
For the original Shang, as long as it could destroy You Civilization, its goals and pursuits would have been achieved.
It would care about other things, if at all, to a very limited extent.
From the beginning, Shang's goal was not to "revive the Dream Race," but to "destroy You Civilization and complete its revenge."
Of course, to this day, it still hasn't found the star system where You Civilization resides, and even mistakenly overestimated You Civilization's comprehensive strength.
Finding the existence of an already destroyed civilization indeed holds considerable difficulty.
To successfully [Enchantnt] Shang and gradually steer its thoughts towards a state similar to 98725's, truly consud much of Ma Ran's energy.
However, the results are gratifying!
Ma Ran leapt out of the Interstellar Jump Pod.
A group of fully ard, stern-looking warriors stood before him.
"Please do not act rashly! First cooperate with our inspection! After confirming your identity..."
The leader of the team, a man around thirty years old, had only spoken halfway when a weak voice interrupted: "Hey hey, that's enough, that guy is definitely Ma Ran, without a doubt!"
Ma Ran's appearance, Ma Ran's physique, Ma Ran's aura, plus the large gun transford from the Mozi in his hand...
Just making eye contact, Su Qiangwei imdiately confird Ma Ran's identity—it was definitely him!
It couldn't possibly be that person pretending to be "Four"!
"..."
The captain hesitated for a mont, reported the situation upstairs via intercom, and quickly reacted: "The Martial God and the Prophet are warriors who have lived and died together many tis. If she is vouching for you..."
Saying this, the burly man in a military uniform lowered his weapon and saluted Ma Ran: "Comrade Ma Ran, you've worked hard!"
Swoosh!
The warriors behind him all made the sa gesture in unison.
Ma Ran smiled gently, released his grip on the large gun, and returned the salute.
After performing this action, his gaze focused on Su Qiangwei.
This girl, thin to the point of being skin and bones, was so "light" in form to a pathological extent, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
She seed like a severe anorexia patient.
"You should eat sothing to replenish yourself."
Ma Ran frowned: "Looking like this..."
It looked distressing.
It always made Ma Ran inadvertently recall the scene of Su Qiangwei dying in battle in his past life.
In that state, Su Qiangwei's face and arms had no flesh at all, making her look like a skeleton draped in a layer of skin.
Even if her looks were high, becoming like that, it was impossible for anyone to find her beautiful.
Not only disconnected from the words "good-looking," but it could even be called "terrifying."
However...
It also commanded a sense of deep respect.
Before rebirth, every ti Ma Ran saw the end of Su Qiangwei's file, it weighed heavily on his heart.
"I am eating, I am eating!"
Su Qiangwei stuffed a handful of cream popcorn into her mouth, chewing while circling Ma Ran, the aroma of caral and cream enveloping him: "Hmm, confird once again, it's definitely not soone else in disguise."
"This aura can't be imitated just by wanting to."
"By the way, what happened afterward?"
"Seeing you co back intact, I guess that 'Four' was killed by you, right?"
"Where did this new 'White Coffin' co from?"
After a series of three questions, Ma Ran had not yet had ti to respond when two very familiar voices called from afar.
"Brother Ran!"
"Hahaha! I knew there would be no problem!"
"Hmph, I didn't know who was crying a river in front of earlier, saying their bad luck was dragging Brother Ran down, and how things would have been without them..."
"You... don't talk nonsense! That never happened! I always believed Brother Ran would return triumphantly! Because I believe in the weight of the word 'Prophet'! The Prophet has never let anyone down!"
Wu Di and Li Xing bickered as they approached.
Neither of them was in good condition.
Li Xing exuded a biting chill all over, like an ice block just out of a freezer, his hair frozen stiff.
Wu Di's face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, walking much slower than usual, his steps unsteady, stumbling, and if not for soone helping him, he probably would have fallen flat after a couple of steps.
Finally, the two stood in front of Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei.
After confirming Ma Ran was in good condition, Wu Di looked intently at the Red Tassel Gun in Ma Ran's hand.
"Mozi, he..."
"He's fine."
Ma Ran said, gently releasing his grip on the gun.
The Red Tassel Gun floated in the air, faintly emanating a black-red fierce aura.
"Just exhausted too much energy, needing so ti to recuperate."
Saying this, Ma Ran added: "Actually, it won't take long, probably by tomorrow, the familiar Mozi you know should be back."
Seemingly to corroborate Ma Ran's words, the Red Tassel Gun vibrated slightly and flew away into the void.
Its direction seed to be back to Mozi's VIP room.
Li Xing struggled, trying hard to raise his Perpetual Motion Cara, pointing the lens at Ma Ran: "Brother Ran, when you were covering the rear... what exactly happened? Can..."
Snap!
The cara was slapped away by Su Qiangwei.
The girl righteously criticized her junior: "The person just ca back, you're asking questions like that, not even giving a mont to rest, is that appropriate?"
Li Xing was pushed aside aggrievedly, hugging the Perpetual Motion Cara tightly.
Words hung in his throat, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Honestly, up to this point, he had been recording all along.
Su Qiangwei's three consecutive questions to Ma Ran earlier were also recorded.
So...
Is this the legendary double standard?
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