The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 119

Who could have imagined that the scene which had settled down for more than a month, where even if there had been any turbulent battles, they would have gradually calmed down with the passage of time… only existed in imagination?

At least Su Li couldn’t.

Outside Sadina City, the scenery matched this season perfectly: barren ground, not a blade of grass growing, and even the air was filled with a burnt stench.

Almost as soon as this scene came into Su Li’s view, the idea of trying to enter Sadina City from the back rather than through the main gate formed in his mind.

It felt ominous.

“I feel like getting close to those two people would cause me both physical and mental discomfort,” Su Li said, gazing from afar at the silhouettes of Diz and “Xiao Zuo” fighting.

Mavis remarked with surprise, “I thought you were the type to face challenges head-on.”

“That’s quite a big misunderstanding,” Su Li waved his hand dismissively.

Egbert attempted to explain for the professional salted fish, “There’s a big difference between facing difficulties and facing unnecessary difficulties.”

As they spoke, several flashes of light exploded continuously in front of them.

Battles between light elementalists and other elementalists had some visual appeal, but if it was between two light elementalists…

Their battle could only be described as light pollution.

It was too blinding. Like someone shining a high-powered plaza spotlight directly in your face, repeatedly turning it on and off when you were half-asleep in the middle of the night.

Before they could even decide whether to join in or truly choose to enter from the back, the two people who had been continuously fighting suddenly stopped.

Su Li wondered, “Have they entered cooldown time?”

Egbert’s expression was troubled, “Lord Su Li is saying things we don’t understand again.”

Lan Zhe replied annoyed, “If you don’t understand, don’t dwell on it. Don’t you think it’s pathological to not understand something, not ask about it, but still obsess over it?”

“I can’t agree with that,” said Roy. “I actually think Egbert’s body, mind, soul, and even the marrow in his bones are all inscribed with the words ‘pathological.'”

Before his own people could start fighting each other, Su Li, uncharacteristically, didn’t attempt to probe or pull them apart, but instead charged forward directly.

He called out to the two who had stopped fighting from a distance, “Are you in a state where we can communicate now?”

Su Li didn’t really care how the people being questioned would react. Like the raven perched on his head, he just wanted the people behind him—who acted like they were in a safe zone where they could openly fight each other once they entered Sadina City’s territory—to not actually fight.

The raven on Su Li’s head muttered quietly, “Perhaps after dealing with ‘Xiao Zuo,’ I could consider guiding them a bit.”

The raven’s black wings swept toward the people behind them.

Su Li paused before replying, “Actually, if you said you’d take them all on by yourself, I wouldn’t mind either.”

His voice was soft, but Egbert, one of the gorillas, could still hear it. However, before he could show his pitiful expression, the person opposite had already responded.

“I suppose we can communicate, though I’m quite exhausted,” Diz replied from a distance, his voice hoarse.

Su Li, however, didn’t dare to approach.

Using those two temporarily-ceased fighters to divert attention was fine, but actively walking up to them would be suicide.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them…

Su Li tried to find an excuse for himself, then decisively gave up, declaring: he simply didn’t trust them.

Whether it was Xiao Zuo in an uncontrollable state, or Diz who would definitely be influenced by the Church of Light’s leaders.

A month had passed. Judging by the changes in the palace situation, the Church of Light should have somewhat selected new people to take positions.

But the reality was that the position of the Pope of Light remained vacant.

The Pope’s ascension was no less significant than a king’s succession. The fact that no news had reached the Inner City was equivalent to reverse information leakage.

For instance, Xiao Zuo was no longer completely Xiao Zuo.

“So I ask you, are you still trustworthy?” Su Li’s eyes flickered.

Honestly, the Church of Light’s position was now quite delicate.

The king was still alive, and with the now-dead Pope of Light having obviously cuckolded him, the Church of Light—which could be seen from certain angles as an organization under the Pope of Light’s influence—had become a thorn in the king’s side.

Secondly, there was now the Dark Church in the Inner City, wanting to step into the public eye.

The Pope of Light was dead, and a new Pope couldn’t take office in the short term. For those who disliked the Church of Light, this was the best time to target them.

Not to mention that before Su Li left the Inner City overnight, he had discovered that the Grand Judge had already begun to assert royal political priority from various cities.

Many city church branches had gradually transformed from holding real power to becoming merely symbolic religious buildings.

Moreover, during his return journey, Su Li hadn’t just been idly swaying in the carriage.

Euphia’s intelligence system couldn’t provide strong support in the Inner City, but once they left the capital city, this force became a formidable network not to be underestimated.

Su Li had learned quite a bit of news during this process.

For example, the collapse of the Church of Light branches had clearly involved the Dark Church’s interference.

Even the reason for this action was an open and righteous war of revenge.

Even when those two calculating old men came together, the situation became one where the Dark Church was openly waging a revenge war, while actually remotely undermining the nobility.

If so many powerful light elementalists of the Church of Light could die, what about you scattered nobles…

Whenever Su Li thought about this matter, he felt that it was no wonder he was unwilling to participate.

Even if he could master the development trajectory of all events and actively guide them… for someone in his youthful body, this would definitely not be a good thing.

Too many brain cells dying would lead to baldness.

The various pieces of information in Su Li’s mind, though numerous, flashed by in an instant.

After just a moment, Su Li heard Diz say, “I cannot judge whether I am still someone you can trust now. But I can tell you clearly that I bear no ill will toward you or the entire Sadina City.”

Su Li couldn’t discern Diz’s expression, as the slightly distant position was unfavorable to him. But for others with excellent vision, they could all see the clear sincerity in Diz’s eyes, as well as a hint of indescribable confusion.

As for Su Li, who couldn’t read expressions, he only needed a second to determine that Diz had no reason to trick him.

So despite the raven pecking lightly at his forehead, Su Li walked forward on his own initiative.

His footsteps were heavy, and although the distance wasn’t particularly long, Su Li’s walk somehow drew the attention of everyone present.

There was no room for tension to rise; Su Li now only wanted to know the current layout of this city he had deliberately ignored for a month.

“I thought you would stay in the Inner City.”

Xiao Zuo’s voice was devoid of emotion. Compared to the nuanced preferences in human voices, his current tone was like the mechanical quality of early AI readings.

Su Li shifted his gaze from the somewhat disheveled Diz. He looked at “Xiao Zuo,” whose posture was neither hunched like the Pope’s nor rigid like Xiao Zuo’s, with extremely calm emotions, “Staying there was meaningless to me.”

“From the current situation, and the materials I’ve researched from various books, you are still the important one.”

Su Li had difficulty describing his view of the Pope of Light.

It was nothing more than an old man in his seventies or eighties still causing trouble here and there.

Too many people had been harmed by the Pope. Although Su Li’s emotions about the Pope’s death were complex for a moment, this complexity was only due to the emotional fluctuation after a successful plan.

But once personal views were placed on “Xiao Zuo,” Su Li’s thoughts would deviate somewhat.

Because “Xiao Zuo” wasn’t entirely the Pope of Light, yet he also wasn’t entirely Xiao Zuo.

It was like the subtlety of a person who combined the characteristics of two people, yet belonged to neither.

Speaking of which, Su Li couldn’t see what flair there was in the battle between “Xiao Zuo” and Diz, since his naked eyes could no longer keep up with their fighting speed.

However, there was one thing Su Li was very clear about.

“Xiao Zuo” could kill Diz at any time.

The fact that he hadn’t done so proved he wasn’t entirely the Pope anymore.

How troublesome…

Su Li temporarily suppressed his thoughts of wanting to get information from “Xiao Zuo” and asked, “For you, is a person’s existence argued by the body, or is it composed of spirit and memory?”

“You probably know the answer to that question better than I do.”

The responding “Xiao Zuo” still had that mechanical voice.

Su Li couldn’t detect the meaning behind that gaze, which was like looking at an inanimate object. He simply said, “Then I’ll change the question. Is your dominant consciousness still the Pope of Light?”

The suddenly erupting presence pressed down on the people behind Su Li, making their faces look quite unpleasant. Diz, who was already injured, even had a streak of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

However, compared to various pressure reactions from others, Su Li showed no obvious change, even without relying on the raven.

These intangible things like presence were like pie charts in the eyeballs—people who didn’t care still couldn’t notice them.

Besides, before elements condensed into solid matter, Su Li couldn’t feel the existence of such material.

“It seems not,” Su Li calmly gazed at “Xiao Zuo,” his tone neither rising nor falling.

“If you just want to tell me this nonsense…”

Before “Xiao Zuo” could finish, Su Li rarely interrupted someone else’s words.

“What I really want to say is, if you were still the Pope of Light, your only value would be to disclose all the intelligence you know while alive, and then die.” When discussing life and death, Su Li always gave people a sense of divine superiority.

It wasn’t looking down from above, but it made people feel like they wanted to bow their heads.

“And if you’re not, then I can rationally judge whether you still have value in continuing to live.”

“I don’t think antisocial elements are absolute villains before they actually do evil. A bad person who hasn’t acted is essentially still a hero restraining the demon within.”

“Although appropriate mental treatment is needed at times, unfortunately, I don’t have a psychologist’s license.”

Su Li’s words directly made “Xiao Zuo” freeze in place.

“What makes you, from your perspective as a weakling, pronounce judgment on my value to exist?”

Unlike the mechanical coldness in Xiao Zuo’s expression, the high temperature in the air made people sweat profusely.

Su Li was now very complicated, complicated in all kinds of emotions.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to explain to Xiao Zuo, or perhaps it was a one-sided explanation…?

Su Li’s current thought was just one point.

“What perspective are you asking this question from?”

He tilted his head looking at “Xiao Zuo.”

“From my perspective, I make certain judgments about you. Whether it’s what you see as a pronouncement, or what I privately think are purely personal thoughts, essentially you shouldn’t have strange perceptions about these.”

“Of course, I mean, whether it’s the Pope of Light or Xiao Zuo.”

The former was a person who cared more about results. Faced with Su Li’s various words, what he would most likely do was attack actively while verbally outputting.

Don’t be fooled by the old man’s age; he wouldn’t be ambiguous when insulting people.

As for the latter…

The deeply brainwashed Xiao Zuo wouldn’t question at all.

Su Li’s words once again confused “Xiao Zuo.”

Although his current state appeared full of danger to others, to Su Li, who discovered certain qualities just by conversing with him, the person before him, rather than being a composite of the Pope and Xiao Zuo, was more like a newly born life form with various information and knowledge but lacking emotions.

It’s complicated to explain, but “Xiao Zuo’s” state, simply put, was more like a person with all sorts of common information and concepts, yet without emotional preferences.

What Xiao Zuo lacked hadn’t been supplemented by the Pope who had lived for many years, yet what the Pope wanted had already been realized in him.

A ticket to enter another world, and an ambition to conquer that other world.

The former thought was an existing fact, while the latter was an inference mixed with a hint of Su Li’s personal bias.

Without exception, Xiao Zuo had obtained most of the Pope’s memories.

Whether memory was the existential proof of a life, Su Li couldn’t explain from the elemental perspective of this other world. He had written game stories related to western fantasy, but this world seemed too different from proper western fantasy.

–However, he could also interpret from two types of games he had previously written.

In a interstellar background, a robot, when completely replicating its master’s body in a 1:1 ratio, was just a body before having memories.

And if the master, before dying, transferred his brain or memories and emotions entirely to the robot, then the new robot would be equivalent to the master’s resurrection.

Similarly, the inheritance setting in Xianxia games could also explain this point in reverse.

When the inheritor received the memory of the inheritance giver, the inheritor couldn’t be equivalent to the reincarnation of the inheritance giver. That memory was just a functional information input.

The inheritor might feel happy or sad because of everything expressed in the memory, but that was no different from a movie audience.

Su Li privately thought “Xiao Zuo” leaned toward the latter, but rationality told him “Xiao Zuo” was a combination of both.

If there were no emotions from the Pope at all, then “Xiao Zuo” would still act according to the brainwashed stage.

After losing the first directive, if “Xiao Zuo” leaned toward the Xianxia inheritance theory and was still Xiao Zuo, he would only transfer his command to Ophelia, rather than continuing to stay in the outskirts of Sadina City.

If it was a combination of the two, then Xiao Zuo’s brainwashing and all the manifestations of obeying others’ orders would directly be transformed into obeying his own orders.

Su Li even felt that the reason Xiao Zuo hadn’t made any obvious impact on the world… no, any obvious impact on human social patterns in this month, was because he was waiting for him.

Just like now, Su Li could clearly see Xiao Zuo saying word by word, “Using questions to answer questions, you can only get questions.”

Su Li suddenly smiled.

The smile was particularly shallow, unnoticeable if one wasn’t paying attention.

Su Li blinked gently, somewhat deliberately playful, “My question has already received an answer.”

The fact that “Xiao Zuo” could give this response proved that “Xiao Zuo” was just “Xiao Zuo.”

Not Xiao Zuo, not the Pope of Light.

This was a brand-new individual.

The raven hopped on Su Li’s head. “Are you happy because of him?”

Before “Xiao Zuo” could respond, Su Li said, “Not particularly happy, but not unhappy either.”

“I smiled just because I felt like I should smile.” Su Li nodded seriously, “And also, the active participation of the key to entering another world is much better than me tying someone up for interrogation.”

The things in the Pope’s mouth had to be extracted, no matter how.

Su Li’s rationality would inevitably be greater than his personal emotions, so if the Pope had survived, he would only choose to interrogate and question.

And if not, then everything would have the possibility of negotiation.

Egbert exclaimed admiringly, “As expected of Lord Su Li.”

Lan Zhe was confused. “You understood?”

Egbert nodded seriously. “Eight or nine tenths of it.”

Roy was unwilling to believe the truth. “Did you secretly take additional lessons when we weren’t aware?”

“Rather than additional lessons, I think this is more like… simulation,” Mavis gave her thoughts after pondering for a moment.

“That’s right,” Egbert admitted. “If Egbert is always just Egbert, then his achievement ceiling can only be Egbert’s ceiling. But if the core wearing Egbert’s skin is essentially Lord Su Li, then my growth ceiling will be immeasurable.”

Roy’s mouth twitched violently. “What absurd statement is this? I want to take back what I just said. Talk about secretly taking lessons, you’ve not only engraved the words ‘pathological’ in all aspects, but you’ve also secretly kneaded the words ‘neurotic’ into a ball and swallowed it, haven’t you?”

Mavis stroked her chin and murmured, “Could this be the legendary ‘becoming like you’?”

Lan Zhe was even more confused. “Don’t you two think you’re also quite abnormal?”

Before the two implied targets could curse back, Lan Zhe added, “Otherwise, why would you so naturally understand Egbert’s speech, which rivals tongue twisters in complexity?”

Lan Zhe’s words suddenly plunged the air into silence.

Egbert himself looked innocent, while Roy and Mavis somewhat questioned their life choices.

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The former didn’t believe he could truly understand what Egbert’s correct direction of growth was, while the latter was wondering about the differences between professions like Holy Maiden, Holy Son, Dark Holy Maiden, and Son of Light.

Then she decisively affirmed that the problem lay with this world.

Mavis: If you throw all the blame onto the world, living becomes much easier.

While they were discussing heatedly, “Xiao Zuo” beside Su Li was utterly confused. “Let’s not talk about how you got the answer. You still haven’t told me the answer to my question.”

“I already said it,” Su Li showed Egbert’s signature innocent expression, though after making eye contact with Egbert, he instantly felt nauseated and reverted to his expressionless face.

“What you consider to be judgment or sentencing, in my view, has no extended meaning. All definitions for you are merely my personal thoughts, and personal thoughts… such things are too subjective. Even if I explain them, they would only confuse you more.”

“Xiao Zuo” showed a seemingly half-understanding expression.

For a moment, Su Li felt like he was trying to fool a baby who had grown a brain but not a complete one.

Even though his entire speech seemed full of implications and depth, fundamentally it was just…

You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.

You couldn’t possibly fully comprehend even if you did understand.

Even if you understood, you couldn’t possibly comprehend my feelings at this moment.

Just thinking that he had only used his first move and “Xiao Zuo” already showed a duped expression, Su Li’s thoughts instantly shifted from guilt to…

Egbert number two.

Of course, this didn’t refer to the pervert aspect.

Su Li cleared his throat gently, straightened his back, and asked naturally, “Do you want to come with me?”

“Xiao Zuo” was stunned again.

“Xiao Zuo” even felt that since meeting Su Li, he had experienced many changes that didn’t align with his personal behavior.

“Why would you say such a thing? At least in my brain, I have very clear memories of being beaten up by all of you.”

“Although this might sound shameless, I still need to say it.” Once shameless words were actively labeled, they became calm statements—this was basic rhetoric.

Su Li said flatly, “The Pope died at Leirela’s hands. Although there might have been some credit due to me and the people around me, those who actually took action and provided effective suppression were always people who had been harmed by the Pope in the past.”

Neither Su Li nor the people around him would claim this achievement.

Whether it was Mavis, Leirela, or even Qi’s mother, these three individuals—none of them hadn’t suffered deeply.

Mavis, after escaping a fatal crisis, rose up fiercely despite her weakness. Leirela even delivered the final stab. As for Qi’s mother....Su Li had no intention of establishing a good relationship with someone’s mother before meeting his companion who was still in the Mercenary City.

So from a personal inference, Qi’s mother became the one who inherited “part of the Pope’s estate” and cleaned up after him.

“Xiao Zuo,” however, didn’t understand. “But even if you think so, in others’ eyes, you are still the mastermind stirring up all the turmoil. So why bother with false modesty in front of me?”

Su Li had no extra thoughts about this kind of speech which, due to its mechanical tone, lacked even obvious sarcasm. He simply performed one of the interactive actions from games between players.

—Such as punching Xiao Zuo to show encouragement.

“Xiao Zuo” looked down at Su Li’s hand which had hit his chest, stared for a full three seconds before saying, “What are you doing?”

“Showing that when it comes to self-awareness, I’m never falsely humble,” Su Li removed his reddened hand, which had even broken skin at the knuckles due to the force used.

He gently inhaled, then held his hand in front of his face, staring with green eyes and an expressionless face, adding, “For example, this injury, which might fully heal in one breath for you, requires healing, scabbing, scab falling off, and scar fading for me—multiple reactions that would take at least ten days to completely remove all traces.”

Su-“Knows about his scar-prone constitution”-Li explained.

“Xiao Zuo”: …………………………

“…I sincerely feel that the Pope shouldn’t have died.”

Su Li: “I also sincerely feel that Xiao Zuo is a cutie.”

“Xiao Zuo”: “I feel like you’re insulting me.”

Su Li smiled candidly, “I am insulting you.”

The sighing raven blocked a fatal blow for Su Li.

Diz: Hello? Have you completely ignored me?