The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them - Chapter 134.2

Faulkner refused to give up. He widened his eyes, those bulging frog-like eyes filled with messy red blood vessels.

“Why should I be compared to Cyril? I don’t care about him at all! What I clearly care about is Ivan’s death.”

“That was my best brother!” Faulkner spoke like a machine that had lost its brain, clinging only to certain fixed information. His words now lacked any semblance of the smoothness and fluency associated with human intelligence.

Su Li even had the leisure to think that if Faulkner’s talent for understanding the human heart were transferred to Ophelia, that Grand Princess would probably not still be stuck in Sadina City now.

“He says he doesn’t care about Cyril, but look at him—he obviously cares a great deal.”

“I just remembered, there wasn’t even anyone called Ivan among Faulkner’s companions.”

“What best brother? The people who followed Faulkner in the academy were always treated as his minions. He frequently ordered them around to do various tasks. Anyone with eyes could see that.”

“So, does that mean the one with the problem is actually Faulkner?”

The people behind Faulkner had now become the sharpest knife stabbing him in the back.

“Of course he’s the one with the problem.”

“If I were challenging a high-level monster beast and someone was lurking behind me ready to pick up the pieces, I’d hate them to death.”

“If it were just genuine scavenging that would be fine, but deliberately waiting to pick up the pieces like this is just too disgusting.”

Faulkner refused to accept this. He glared with wide eyes. Staring with bulging eyes, he shouted, “You bunch of idiots, being so easily led by a few words—you’re completely useless!”

“What are you talking about? It was you who said there was fun to be had, which is why we followed you.”

“And now he’s cursing at us. Hah, what a pathetic clown.”

Faulkner’s face and neck turned red with anger.

Su Li couldn’t even tell if his rush to fight with the group behind him was due to emotional loss of control, or if it was self-destruction after rationally analyzing that he had no chance of turning the situation around.

But Su Li still breathed a sigh of relief.

There was only one real child in the small building—Cyril.

Qi, as the official grand prince of Amikbi, was destined not to stay in the small building for long.

And Su Li himself was an old salted fish wearing the shell of youth…

In this situation, on the external level, such as strength and living habits, Su Li treated Cyril as an adult.

On the internal level, Su Li never considered a fifteen or sixteen-year-old adolescent to be an ultimate stress-resistant player who could be compared to a great wizard on the same level.

Especially after Cyril awakened his dragon bloodline.

How much pressure must he feel, being the only one with such special circumstances?

A certain slacker hadn’t even considered himself.

He would only secretly worry about Cyril’s mental growth, especially after the encounter with Faulkner.

Although the incident was somewhat resolved, Su Li was still concerned that Cyril might have felt uncomfortable throughout this affair…

“Cyril.” Su Li suddenly called out the blue-eyed youth’s name.

The young man, a head taller than Su Li, turned his head, looking at him questioningly. “What is it?”

“Are you worried that I might be affected by what Faulkner did?”

Cyril gave a frank and detailed answer from his own perspective.

“Initially, I did have some thoughts about it. Because I’m not willing to see someone die accidentally due to some of my actions.”

Cyril rubbed the side of his face with his left knuckle and continued, “Then, I realized I don’t actually care much about how others view me.”

“I know you’re concerned that once my situation is leaked, others might target me with certain behaviors. But honestly, I don’t care about that either.”

“Let me say something that might make your scalp tingle.”

Cyril raised his smiling face, his round blue puppy eyes as moist as ever, but not as if he were crying.

“No matter how the world evaluates me, they’re actually no match for you. As long as you don’t have any issues with me, I’ll never feel emotionally upset because of some passersby and irrelevant people.”

“And if one day you did have issues with me, I would only feel that the sky had fallen, and there would be no point in living.”

Su Li looked at Cyril, and after a long speechless moment, he sighed and said, “…Since you know it would make my scalp tingle, why do you still say such things?”

Cyril firmly waved his hand.

His eyes curved into a smile from afar. “You know, everyone hates Brother Eg, but everyone is also Brother Eg.”

Cyril simply didn’t care about those irrelevant people.

Whether they were observers commenting from the sidelines or Faulkner, the instigator of the event.

None of that mattered.

And when Su Li took that step forward, forcing Faulkner back with his intimidating gaze, Cyril still felt boundless warmth.

This was entirely different from the feeling of being protected by a powerful figure.

Su Li was defending him with non-violent pressure and a truly correct stance.

It felt as if Su Li had completely incorporated him into his own world.

Unlike the so-called protection under a strong person’s wing, those brought into Su Li’s world never felt any sense of control from him.

What flowed around them was merely watchfulness.

Qi quietly slipped into the group.

“When are you going to explain to me what Faulkner’s actions actually represent? And what hidden information lies beneath your response despite the surface-level information disclosure?”

Su Li pretended to have a sudden realization. “If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have forgotten.”

“Your initial purpose for moving into the small building was to learn something valuable from me, right?”

“Hand-holding guidance cannot compare to figuring things out yourself and applying that knowledge broadly.”

“So…”

Qi dumbly followed with: “So?”

“So plEis provide me with a 3,000-word report on this matter, and if you find it difficult to write, I permit you to communicate with Eg.”

Qi: “3,000 words, and communication with Mr. Egbert!”

What kind of hell was this?

The scene he would face would definitely be Egbert constantly praising Su Li’s performance in this matter, and then trying to get him to join in the praise…

The scariest part wasn’t that Egbert would try to get Qi to join in the praise, but that Qi would definitely join in.

After all, those who witnessed the scene firsthand could see the influence of how events unfolded more clearly than those who only heard about it.

Was this matter over?

On the surface, it seemed so.

But in reality, that “good brother Ivan” Faulkner had mentioned not only wasn’t dead but had even been brought out by Haiya, the elementalist instructor of the underachieving class, to explain the truth.

Ivan spat at the badly beaten Faulkner, his eyes full of hatred as he said, “At that time, I pulled him away when that wolf jumped up from the ground, about to tear through Faulkner’s skull, saving him from death. Who would have thought that after I saved him first, the next second I’d be pushed into the wolf’s mouth by him.”

“If it weren’t for Teacher Haiya, you really could be mourning me now.”

Ivan cast an even more disgusted look at the people who had followed Faulkner earlier.

Previously, he had been led by Haiya to squat in a corner and had not come out directly to explain.

When he questioned why he wasn’t allowed to go out and explain directly, the Class One elementalist instructor provided an answer.

“We need to understand what Faulkner’s purpose was before we can pass judgment on his actions.”

Ivan had not expected this interrogation technique. He believed it and thus followed the two instructors to watch the whole process.

Ivan was very glad he had watched it all.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have known that so many people didn’t care about his life or death at all.

Even if a stray dog died, wouldn’t passersby at least say it was a pity?

Yet Ivan, who supposedly died accidentally at the claws of the long-threaded wolf, had become an excuse for everyone to target Cyril.

Ivan: “You all truly disgust me.”

He unhesitatingly exposed the people who had chosen to follow Faulkner to join in the commotion.

“Because you’re jealous that Cyril’s strength is improving quickly, you jumped at the chance when Faulkner merely hinted, and actively joined in, saying things like ‘watching the fun’… To put it bluntly, didn’t you just want to join Faulkner in forcing Cyril to his death? What, do you all just can’t stand geniuses?”

Those words were venomous, and many people’s expressions turned ugly.

But Ivan felt great satisfaction.

Having genuinely experienced a life-and-death situation, he thought those with the ugliest expressions were the most disgusting.

If their intentions hadn’t been exposed, how could their expressions possibly have turned so sour?

If Faulkner was foul, the others weren’t much better—they were birds of a feather.

“Who says we can’t stand geniuses?” Faulkner felt indignant about this.

“The principle of might makes right—I guess nobody misunderstands that, right?” Faulkner sneered with his bruised and swollen face. “We don’t like Cyril simply because he, who should enjoy the resources, connections, and admiration meant for geniuses, chooses to hang around with a worthless person with zero elemental affinity.”

“Such a person living is a mistake, they have absolutely no value in living!” Faulkner pointed directly at Su Li.

The group behind him naturally echoed: “Exactly, exactly! Who says we can’t stand geniuses?”

“We just can’t stand worthless people who rely on the influence of geniuses and think they’re geniuses themselves.”

Su Li, who had inexplicably become the target of hatred: …………

He was puzzled.

Although he knew that the direction of people’s hearts could easily reduce the collective intelligence in a group setting, he hadn’t expected it to be reduced to such a ridiculous degree.

Just as Su Li was about to say something, he saw Cyril, who had not previously been involved in Faulkner’s conspiracy, walk up to Faulkner again.

Cyril directly kicked him down and then placed a foot on his chest.

This action was done so matter-of-factly that for a moment, everyone on the scene was stunned.

Then everyone heard Cyril, who was looking down at Faulkner, say, “Indeed, being jealous of what you call a genius, jealous of someone like me who has nothing but strength, is not something worth boasting about.”

“But hating Su Li is a mistake that will mark your entire life from the moment you first had such a thought.”

Su Li stretched out his hand from afar. “…Wait, under normal circumstances, shouldn’t you be saying that both jealousy of geniuses and hatred of the weak are unreasonable and foolish things?”

Qi’s voice drowned out Cyril’s laughter.

The grand prince of Amikbi was as excited as a small horse randomly charging about.

He, along with the bait army who had previously stood quietly behind Su Li without saying a word or doing anything excessive, all revealed extremely similar cruel smiles.

“Those who choose to hate Su Li are destined for a life-long mistake from the moment they have that thought!”

And then, the two groups began to fight.

Su Li: ………………

When in doubt, call a teacher.

Su Li turned his gaze to Haiya.

The elementalist instructor provided an even more peculiar solution from a completely new angle.

“I said before that for the students in my class, as long as they can finish this ordeal alive, they have already won.”

Su Li understood the subtext. “…So you’re saying that as long as they don’t fight to the death, they can beat each other to within an inch of their lives?”