The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them - Chapter 134.1

In the final days of their training, an incident occurred that was difficult to categorize as either minor or major.

But even so, that incident was merely the initial trigger for everything that followed.

It couldn’t be dismissed as irrelevant, but it was certainly displeasing.

When those who had once pushed the weak into positions as bait gathered together like insects, emitting a nauseating smell, Su Li genuinely felt uncomfortable.

Faulkner, that fool who had previously dismissed Su Li at the academy plaza, only to be easily defeated by Cyril, and who called himself a genius…

He had leaked the information about Cyril’s carefully hidden bloodline awakening.

Barriers existed between different versions of the truth.

The truth currently known to the world was merely that there existed monster beast civilizations that humans could not surpass. Su Li wasn’t yet ready to reveal the fact that beast bloodlines existed within human bloodlines.

It was like how in historical documents, there had never been any record of the development of people who awakened beast bloodlines after reaching a certain level of strength.

Su Li had no information upon which to base predictions about Cyril’s future path.

From the perspective of that widely-known prophet, Cyril’s fate seemed shrouded in mist, making it impossible to observe his future.

If the fact that monster beast bloodlines existed within human bloodlines were to be revealed to the world, with Cyril as an example of someone whose strength increased far beyond the norm due to his awakened bloodline, people wouldn’t consider the terrible changes that might occur in the future.

The immediate benefits would only cause people accustomed to survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle to blindly pursue bloodline awakening.

To prevent this possibility that led toward an abyss, information about Cyril’s bloodline awakening had been carefully concealed.

The people inside the small building, while perhaps not exhibiting exclusionary attitudes when handling various affairs, could each be described as aloof and unsympathetic when placed in their own domains.

This habit had allowed them to maintain excellent control over the concealment of intelligence and information.

Thus, even Su Li couldn’t figure out how Faulkner had learned this information.

For a moment, Su Li’s mental image of everyone pursuing monster beast bloodline awakening, ultimately leaving no trace of humanity in this world, made his hair stand on end and his mind tremble.

That would be more terrifying than the most horrific horror film.

Su Li clenched his fists and took several deep breaths, but still couldn’t completely calm his emotional turbulence.

Not far from his position was Faulkner, who was followed by a large group of people.

He continued to speak without restraint.

“That was a level five beast, a Long-Haired Wolf! Even among us students, even if some come from noble families, no one could ignore a complete, defenseless Long-Haired Wolf.”

The value of monster beasts was clearly apparent to humans.

Ignoring a Long-Haired Wolf was equivalent to ignoring a pile of gold coins.

Faulkner didn’t give the crowd a chance to react before revealing a series of information.

“So I believe that Cyril, whose face has scales and no longer looks human, chose to spare the level five Long-Haired Wolf because his mind has become more monster beast-like.”

“Whether he leans toward being a beast or not, I honestly don’t care,” Faulkner declared self-righteously, thumping his chest before continuing. “What I care about is that after defeating the Long-Haired Wolf, not only did he fail to utilize everything from the monster beast, he even fed it a healing potion!”

“If he hadn’t done all this, my companions wouldn’t have suffered such serious injuries and deaths!”

“It’s all because of Cyril! Ivan died because of him! Cyril deserves to die!”

Faulkner’s eyes bulged, protruding like a frog’s, and his appearance, thinking that a louder voice would attract more attention as he sprayed spittle everywhere, was truly ridiculous.

Among those behind him, a few people exchanged glances before pretending to be timid and asking quietly, “So Faulkner, how exactly did your companion die?”

“I know what I’m about to say will make me look somewhat pathetic, but I still need to say it,” Faulkner had already positioned himself on the moral high ground before answering the question. “My companions and I initially thought the Long-Haired Wolf had fallen into a life-or-death state…”

“I admit I was indeed greedy when facing a severely injured but physically intact Long-Haired Wolf.”

“But how could I possibly have imagined that when Cyril chose to abandon that wolf, he would even feed it healing potions!”

Faulkner directed all his targeted points at Cyril.

He was very displeased, both with Cyril who had easily kicked him down, and with Su Li who had always been protected behind Cyril.

Such a person with zero elemental affinity was clearly a weakling!

Such people were destined to become bait.

And even if they couldn’t become bait for catching monster beasts, they could still use any tiny bit, any trace of elemental power to torment Su Li.

Whether burning his hair, using wind to blow dust all over him, or simply drenching him with water… the possibilities were endless, enough to entertain the entire grade until his death.

That was what Faulkner had thought and planned to do.

But Cyril’s intervention clearly disrupted his plans.

Initially, Faulkner hadn’t thought about scheming against Cyril; he had simply wanted revenge against Cyril, who disregarded all the hidden rules of the academy.

From Su Li’s perspective, attending the academy was merely a daily activity to reassure Lan Zhe and accompany his little friend.

So even though Su Li understood that Cyril’s strength had improved rapidly in a short time, and that his talent was enough to label him a genius or prodigy, Su Li didn’t have any particular thoughts about it.

Cyril himself felt the same way.

But the academy didn’t see it that way.

During practice sessions, besides internal class matches, there were also situations where they fought against other classes.

Faulkner had once been Cyril’s opponent.

The result was predictable—the self-proclaimed top-three fighter in Class Two was defeated miserably by Cyril.

This was enough to torment someone who had always looked down on the students from the Money Class.

But as long as the rule of strength supremacy existed, Faulkner still had reason to choose to submit to the stronger.

That was how he had always acted.

Until suddenly, everyone began to express doubt.

Wasn’t survival of the fittest too cruel? Was the law of the jungle really necessary?

While most people harbored questions, Cyril was already able to say: “I never wanted others to submit to me when I became stronger, nor do I believe that becoming stronger means I must gain something. The only thing that makes me feel gratified about improving my strength is that I finally have the qualifications to protect Su Li.”

Faulkner thus targeted the so-called “Su Li.”

Why would a strong person protect a weak one?

No blood relation, no benefit in terms of value.

Thinking with his own mindset, Faulkner concluded that Cyril wanted to “monopolize his toy.”

Let’s ask if he can join the game of tormenting the toy…

Let’s tell him that I want to join him…

But the result was that before Faulkner’s hand could grip Su Li’s head, he was kicked away by Cyril.

Abnormal! Wrong! Unreasonable!

Such thoughts continued unabated.

Until Faulkner, who viewed skinless rats as prey, discovered that Cyril had defeated a level five Long-Haired Wolf that could easily eat skinless rats as food.

Moreover, he hadn’t chosen to deliver a fatal blow or skin and bone the monster beast.

The companion who had been pulled by his hand, only to be pushed toward the wolf’s jaws by him in return, couldn’t die in vain…

Faulkner naturally thought of a possibility.

Noble-sounding reasons and jealousy that couldn’t be concealed no matter how much he tried to cover it up all drove Faulkner’s desire to disgrace Cyril and see him die.

Especially when he discovered that the mistake behind Cyril was constantly trembling.

A weakling!

Undoubtedly a weakling!

Such a mistake shouldn’t exist.

Since Cyril saw himself as Su Li’s protector, they might as well die together…

“You can’t imagine the scene of Ivan’s chest being pierced by that wolf’s claws!”

“Ivan was my best brother! He was still young, and even if his talent wasn’t particularly strong, he would definitely have become a free mercenary in the future. But now, he has nothing!”

“Death terminates all possibilities!”

“And all of this was just an accident brought about by Cyril’s beastification!”

Faulkner burst into tears.

Su Li, however, forced himself to remain calm.

No one would easily transform the concept of humans who had awakened monster beast bloodlines into the idea that all humans possessed monster beast bloodlines.

The situation was still under control; none of the terrible future developments would materialize.

Given that, this current matter was essentially just a clown’s third-rate stage play.

The spectators’ emotions were perfectly guided by Faulkner’s process.

They began to question. “How could a normal person abandon a complete Long-Haired Wolf?”

“Does having scales on his face mean Cyril is no longer human?”

“If not human, then what is he? A monster beast? It’s too funny that we’re classmates with a monster beast.”

“Faulkner, don’t be too sad. If Ivan knew he had such a good brother as you, I think he wouldn’t be too upset even in death.”

“I can understand why Cyril didn’t want to kill the Long-Haired Wolf. After all, though Long-Silk Wolves are solitary monster beasts, they still generally belong to beast packs. Not killing it but severely injuring it means not being targeted by the entire species, which is indeed a good decision. But the question is… why did he feed medicine to the Long-Haired Wolf?”

“I also think there’s a problem.”

Therefore, even when someone quietly asked “But wasn’t it initially Faulkner who, out of greed, led his companions to the level five Long-Haired Wolf?”

There would be rebuttals: “If it were you, and you saw a severely injured Long-Haired Wolf unable to move, wouldn’t you have thoughts about it?”

The questioner eventually fell silent.

Until all the questions were unified in the discussion.

“Cyril had better give us an explanation; you need to prove whether you’re still human or not. If not, I won’t accept the fact that my classmate is a monster beast. I will definitely join others in petitioning the dean to execute Cyril!”

“Count me in.”

All public opinion was directed against Cyril’s existence.

In response, Su Li merely smiled lightly and took a step toward Cyril’s side.

He looked at the “pitiful” fellow with tears and mucus flowing not far away, and gently raised his hands to applaud.

“Clap, clap clap clap——“

Su Li looked at Faulkner, his emerald eyes as sharp as knife edges.

“Well performed. In terms of manipulating people’s hearts, you might possess remarkable talent,” Su Li sighed lightly.

Although the details still seemed immature, just in terms of technique for controlling public opinion—without judging the goodness or badness of Faulkner’s intentions, speaking only of technique—Faulkner far surpassed many people inside the small building.

Using language to describe scenes.

Placing the future development possibilities that everyone had on a person who had already died, to elicit empathy.

After establishing empathy, highlighting the conclusion of death again to ignite emotions.

Finally, with tears streaming down his face, placing himself firmly in the position of a weak person in despair.

After all, it’s well known that public opinion is a weapon wielded by disadvantaged groups.

Without any skillful guidance, but driven purely by a desire to harm others, to achieve this level…

Su Li couldn’t help but laugh.

Su Li, who had never been good at reading people’s expressions, could now even see the undisguised smugness in the depths of Faulkner’s pupils despite his tears and sorry state.

But Su Li only needed one question.

One question to expose Faulkner’s ugliness before everyone.

“For all you’ve said, you seem to have never mentioned that during Cyril’s battle with the Long-Haired Wolf, you watched the entire process yet never showed yourself.”

“So, can you tell me what you were thinking as you crouched in a dark corner, observing everything unfold?”

The coldness in Su Li’s eyes made people’s hearts tremble.

“Let me tell you what you were thinking at that time.”

“A monster beast you couldn’t defeat was confronted head-on by Cyril. A classmate with roughly the same strength as you challenged a monster beast that seemed impossible to defeat. Regardless of the outcome, the fact that the challenge took place meant that Cyril had some confidence in defeating the Long-Haired Wolf, and at worst, wouldn’t die there.”

At this moment, Su Li’s stance on the earthen ground gave people the impression of being in a solemn courtroom.

“Then the result of his battle with the wolf, whether good or bad, would very likely leave both sides injured.”

“You all couldn’t defeat the Long-Haired Wolf at full strength, but an injured Long-Haired Wolf would be seen as easy prey by you.”

Su Li placed his undisguised, icy gaze on Faulkner, even taking a large step forward.

For everyone, this action proved that Su Li had never harbored any self-doubt in this incident.

Moreover, this step would cause those who had previously questioned to begin doubting themselves.

A transmigrator nurtured by countless miscellaneous books always had ways to amplify the talk of aura that seemed so mystical in theory and appeared even more mystical in practice.

Su Li spoke in a calm tone, as peaceful as if discussing the weather. But whether his gaze or his advancing movement, both were filled with unavoidable aggression. “You didn’t expect that Cyril didn’t think we really needed to kill the Long-Haired Wolf.”

“Although a level five beast is valuable, it’s essentially just a resource. Being able to defeat a level five beast, for Cyril, is already worth far more than obtaining the flesh and bones of the Long-Haired Wolf.”

“Unlike you, unlike your inferiority, shame, selfishness, greed, malice, cruelty… Cyril is different from you in every way, or rather…” Su Li stepped forward bit by bit until he was within three meters of Faulkner.

Su Li said in an undisguised cruel tone. “You don’t have the qualifications to be compared with Cyril.”

The atmosphere instantly froze to an icy point.

Faulkner’s lips trembled, but he couldn’t voice any counterattack.

The concept of aura was difficult to explain clearly.

But when everything was orderly and logical, even if hearts were guided by emotions, the correct facts would break free from emotional cognition, forcibly transforming extreme emotional perceptions into individual self-reflection by onlookers.

Su Li’s words now seemed like pointing at certain foolish heads and saying: “Use your brain, look at the truth of things with your brain. Don’t treat what’s on your shoulders as mere decoration.”

At least Faulkner had never thought that the way to resolve negative personal information wasn’t to prove one’s innocence.

What Faulkner had anticipated was that after some of Cyril’s peculiarities were exposed to the public, he would become uncontrollably panicked.

Humans and monster beasts were natural enemies; unless Cyril wanted to be an enemy of the world, he would have to explain himself, wouldn’t he?

And once such explanations began, they would be guided by the emotions and words of the crowd, leading to an endless cycle of explanations from which he couldn’t extricate himself.

Once he fell to this degree, all explanations would cease to have any value.

Bystanders didn’t care about the truth; when their emotions were guided and intensified, they would only be happy to see what kind of reasons and methods Cyril could use to prove himself.

And if everything developed as Faulkner had anticipated, Cyril, affected by everything and fallen into a state of confusion, would inevitably have lapses in his protection of Su Li.

At such a time, killing the person he wanted to protect right in front of him…

That would surely be the best torment!

Cyril would collapse, would not believe it, would question himself, would fall into the whirlpool of public opinion, would be like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web, unable to break free.

As for Faulkner, who had killed Su Li?

He was a hero! A hero who had avenged his companion Ivan!

Even if his emotions got the better of him and he killed someone uninvolved, what did it matter?

After all, he had killed someone with absolutely zero elemental affinity, a completely useless weakling.

That was how it was supposed to be.

That was how it was supposed to be!

But the reality completely escaped Faulkner’s control.

Su Li’s statement, “You have countless talents that others couldn’t match even if they tried, yet you use them for this kind of thing,” had now become the best mockery.