The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them - Chapter 149

Just as Su Li and his companions were busy dealing with the memory-level control of the residents of Rota County, Cyril, as if in another world in Sadina City, had emerged from seclusion far earlier than Castor’s estimated time.

The researcher was incredulous, and the materials in his hands were shaken to the ground by his own shock. He widened his eyes and said, “Truly unbelievable… Or perhaps it was because I had never studied monster beast bloodline awakeners before, so I failed to estimate this kind of difference?”

Castor had used the standard of Lan Zhe, the first person to attempt this, as his benchmark.

But obviously there was a huge difference between human standards and those of a dragon-blooded youth who had awakened monster beast bloodline.

Regarding this, Cyril merely clenched his fist once, feeling the changes in his body’s elemental concentration, then blinked and said, “I don’t know how to describe the feeling of absorbing elements.”

“Because shortly after I first came into contact with elements, I was no longer a pure human. But I think if my cultivation speed differs from normal humans, the difference might lie in the intensity of elemental absorption.”

“It’s like an ordinary person eating – they can only eat so much, and after eating, they definitely need time to digest bit by bit. The difference between me and them is probably that I can eat more and digest faster.”

Castor forcefully slapped his forehead, feeling despair at this explanation. He waved his hand vigorously, then said to the dragon-blooded youth who had clearly exceeded expectations. “Fine, I understand. Let me draw a tube of blood and then you can go.”

Castor would never base the real reason on Cyril’s verbal explanation – only solid data and reports could explain everything.

And the dragon-blooded youth didn’t care about any of this either.

He had more important matters, or rather, more important ideas he planned to implement.

Having acquired power and knowing that Castor’s estimated time was one month later, Su Li, who was in monster beast society, would definitely be able to wait for subsequent support one month later, knowing this premise.

So Cyril didn’t feel it was necessary to rush to find Su Li.

On the contrary, Julius, who also hadn’t yet entered monster beast society, would become his most suitable collaborator at this time.

When Julius came to Mercenary City again, he couldn’t understand at all that his originally planned collaborator, or rather traveling companion… that person had not only run away ahead of him, but more than one had left.

But before he could feel indignant, he was overwhelmed by Cyril’s various information.

“I plan to directly dissolve Amikbi’s existing power structure.”

“Undoubtedly, this is a country constantly dominated by royalty and nobility. For ordinary people to escape the fate of being enslaved and gain freedom within limits took decades of time, which is far too long.”

Julius looked confused. “What are you trying to express?”

“I mean, before Su Li returns, this country cannot continue to be as ignorant as it was when he left.”

Julius’s eyes lit up. “Don’t tell me you want to kill that father who shares blood relations with me?”

“Pedantic.” Cyril looked at Julius with incomprehension, “Have you already forgotten ‘No One Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me 2’?”

Julius blinked. “Perhaps?”

Cyril decisively gave up communicating with him.

At this moment, he felt that even communicating with that Son of Light whose mind contained not stars but only an ocean would be faster than talking with Julius.

At least that person would definitely understand all of Su Li’s thoughts, and even if he didn’t understand, Diz would definitely rack his brains to understand.

The one before him just wouldn’t do.

Cyril clenched his fist again, once feeling that Julius at this moment probably couldn’t even serve as muscle effectively – it would be faster for him to act personally.

He would go find Euphia now.

Unlike Su Li, Cyril didn’t possess the ability to gather everyone at the first moment.

However, when he said to Euphia, who was buried in various documents with a troubled expression: “If I said that Su Li had already anticipated the current situation and had already provided a solution, Big Sister Euphia, would you believe it?”

Euphia immediately widened her eyes. She heavily slapped the desk with both hands, then raised her voice, “How could I not believe it!”

Since she believed, that was good enough.

Cyril didn’t speak on the surface, but turned to tell Euphia to call together the other people with decision-making power. After everyone had gathered, the youth opened his mouth and said, “Letting Qi slowly gain political power for this country would make even the warmest soup go cold.”

The Dark Pope, who had originally planned to see what insights the youth following him had, wore an expression of great interest and asked in a low voice, “Then what do you plan to do?”

Of course it was…

To make Meredith Amikbi step down from power, break free from Amikbi’s existing monarchism, and pull down all those nobles whose minds were full of refined egoism, replacing them with their own people who could support the country’s high-speed operation.

Next was that the researchers represented by Castor were far too few.

If they could control the entire country and vigorously promote Castor’s research projects, as well as the mass production of alchemy tools behind them, the subsequent efficient development would be imaginable.

But if everything proceeded slowly, what could those few cats in Castor’s research institute accomplish?

He might be able to supply a city, but could they supply an entire country?

Who knew how many people were in monster beast society, and who knew how many existences with combat power equivalent to Elvi were among those monster beasts?

Who knew whether a casual elemental scratch during their fights might directly send Su Li to heaven?

Just imagining these possible scenarios in his mind made Cyril so anxious that he wanted to directly command those human armies that would be greatly strengthened under Castor’s research in the future to directly surround the entire monster beast society.

Where was the leisure time to wait for Qi to slowly rise to power?

In Cyril’s current view, the idea was good, but severely underestimated efficiency.

But one should know that a year ago, Cyril hadn’t even heard the word “efficiency.”

If his greatest fantasy a year and more ago was to have enough to eat, then his greatest goal now was to comprehensively arm Su Li in every way, even if it meant forcibly dominating the entire country.

The others couldn’t say they were amazed, but they indeed hadn’t thought of the idea of directly manipulating from the upper levels. At least the Dark Pope’s approach was to slowly surround from the bottom and gradually change the superstructure, rather than directly dominating from top to bottom for improvement.

But if asked whether this could be done?

It absolutely could.

Not to mention how many of the current royal family were capable of both literary and military affairs, just speaking of the king’s not particularly strong power and his body poisoned with chronic toxins, not knowing when he might die…

Did he have the ability to resist?

And supposing the only one with some brains, Ophelia, noticed all this, would she really try to obstruct it?

When all was said and done, the people of Mercenary City had always held the leverage that she wasn’t legitimate royalty.

Using this to threaten Ophelia to take a position probably wouldn’t create much pressure.

In the face of life-and-death crisis, no matter how many schemes and plots the Grand Princess had, she couldn’t withstand everyone’s understanding that it was either you cooperate honestly and live quietly, or you don’t cooperate and die directly.

Next was the Grand Justice’s grandson in the royal palace, that is, Willard – this person was also a directly usable “talent.”

He had personally poisoned his own father to the point of near death, could poison his half-sister, and then could push the poison on his sister onto his father because he really wasn’t taken seriously by others…

Who could say this wasn’t a “talent”?

At this time, Julius, who had also listened to the entire discussion, asked a question.

“Why did you initially want to cooperate with me?”

Cyril tried to make his look of looking at an idiot less obvious, and instead said directly, “No matter how trash the Church of Light is, previously only the Pope of Light had died. The Dark Church’s previous suppression of the Church of Light for their own interests wouldn’t have gone so far as to target in detail the Church of Light branches existing in every city, as well as the patriarchs who managed them, right?”

“And you and Diz – regardless of which of you two it is, and regardless of whether you’re willing to truly take the pope position publicly, you both have inheritance rights, don’t you?”

“Su Li once said that faith, when it should shatter, does shatter quickly, but as long as it hasn’t been completely destroyed and still exists as even a spark among ordinary people, any positive action can win back many people.” As Cyril spoke, his gaze became somewhat profound as he looked at the Dark Pope.

He actually never could figure out what was up with this person.

If he wanted the Church of Light to be completely destroyed, the Dark Pope should have seized the opportunity to act long ago.

During those days when Mavis had fused the two powers, it could be said to have been the best opportunity.

But at that time, the Dark Holy Maiden had come to Mercenary City together with Su Li.

Cyril had reason to suspect that the Dark Pope had a hand in the Dark Holy Maiden’s actions at that time.

Just looking at his efforts to enable dark elementalists to stand in the light again, one would find that he probably wasn’t a particularly bad person either. But if one looked at his action trajectory and patterns all along, one would surprisingly discover that he seemed to have always been muddying the waters without really doing practical things.

Was his inaction because he didn’t want to act?

Cyril had pondered this question.

He didn’t know of Charles’s existence, much less what the group of five represented. Therefore, he couldn’t immediately judge like Su Li that the reason the Dark Pope acted this way was that without absolute certainty, he wouldn’t act and expose himself.

Ninety-nine percent and one hundred percent made no difference to many people, but for him, not reaching one hundred percent would still be viewed as impossible.

The early-departed Charles was a cautionary tale.

So the Dark Pope’s method of action was to lurk, continue lurking, prolonged lurking, until becoming a behemoth in the darkness, and after bringing it to the surface, being both coveted and constantly feared by all forces.

As for the progress of the bottom-up encirclement that the Dark Pope’s subordinates were engaged in… when others agreed to directly dismantle Amikbi’s existing national system, Euphia was surprised to discover that this elder had almost created “new forces” in different cities that could compete with the Church of Light.

Although everyone knew that those people directed by the Dark Pope were members of the Dark Church, ever since they stood in the sunlight, no one had continued to use malicious terms like Dark Church members, betrayers of the God of Light, traitors, and such to describe them.

So everything could only be packaged as new forces and begin to act with everyone’s tacit approval.

When these investigations were completed, Euphia said from the heart, “I even feel that Inner City has become an isolated island excluded by all cities.”

Mercenary City itself was a self-governing city – Euphia had no reason to pay attention to other cities when she had a pile of affairs herself.

So quietly, the Dark Church had gained political control of multiple cities.

The key point was that no Inner City nobles had noticed.

“Rather than calling it an isolated island, it’s more like an abandoned land.” Mavis smiled, having previously found an excuse to leave Sadina City together with Julius to do these things.

“You, or rather all of you, still think too small.” Mavis mercilessly struck at everyone. “Why must you care so much about that city?”

“Have you ever seen Su Li care about it?”

“He never cares about those things!”

Mavis’s eyes were bright. “This itself means that even if power, interests, money, and nobility did indeed converge in that city in the past, now that city doesn’t even have the value of being comprehensively invaded by us. In my view, it’s more like… hmm, a capital reserve camp.”

“When we feel we don’t have money, when we feel funding is insufficient, then that city is the best ATM.”

Mavis smiled as she revealed a fact she had never concealed but that no one except Su Li had seen through. “Do you know why I originally wanted to destroy the Tross family?”

Mavis didn’t mind at all recounting another purpose of her past actions.

“Targeting it, naturally, because it had money.”

“After endless years of suppression and murder of dark elementalists, do you think there could be many people?”

“But do you know how many cities there are in human society? Do you know how many people are needed to control a city’s political system?”

As Mavis spoke, she suddenly shook her head. “No, rather than saying people are needed, it’s better to say money is needed.”

Lan Zhe had money, Mavis had money, and the Dark Pope had even more money.

The wealth accumulated by the Dark Church, when piled up, could rival an entire nation’s reserves.

“Under great rewards, there will always be those who submit to the Dark Church.”

“Everyone – no, to be precise, those who have met Lan Zhe and are familiar with him all know the Dark Church has money.” Mavis flicked her nails and raised her eyes with utmost elegance. “But no one wouldn’t want more money.”

“Su Li didn’t stop the Tross family’s destruction. Although he felt pain and torment, he still watched that family be destroyed with his own eyes, didn’t he?”

“Because he knew – no, should say he definitely knew what the Dark Church’s purpose was.”

Rather than saying the people around Su Li knew him best, it was better to say that those who had observed from afar, occasionally made contact, and privately investigated him thoroughly knew more.

The people in the red building could never be clear about just how large the royal palace library was, or how many books were stored there. The difficulty of picking out valuable information from those books and extracting key intelligence to determine the existence of another civilization was, in the Dark Pope’s estimation, far higher than the difficulty of his decades of planning after Charles’s death.

To say Su Li didn’t know?

If he didn’t know, he couldn’t have watched the Tross family be destroyed by Dark Church people with his own eyes.

If he didn’t know, he similarly couldn’t have allowed Mavis to follow by his side without any obvious obstruction, and then let the Dark Holy Maiden depart so casually.

Who would treat their home like a hotel, freely accepting any unfamiliar people?

Where did the books in the royal palace library actually come from? Weren’t they sourced from the people? Could those mermaid-blooded royals with minds full of seawater have authored so many books?

Completely impossible.

So how many people had read those books?

Throughout the generations, only he had figured it out.

Even the Pope of Light had learned directly through “divine channels.”

What did these things signify? Those fools in the small building would never know.

Mavis couldn’t stand this group, couldn’t stand that they had only now realized they could focus on more than just a mercenary city.

Even the first to give a real action response was that boy with ice-blue eyes.

But what practical things could a child accomplish?

The Dark Pope was already close to controlling the entire country, yet it took Cyril for the other fools in the building to realize there were options for acceleration and improved efficiency.

Mavis directly pulled aggro with her mockery. “Your biggest mistake is trying to understand all of Su Li using your way of understanding.”

“He has higher, higher, even higher things that you – no, to be precise, we, all of us don’t understand, higher-level things.”

“This is absolutely not empty talk, but the most rational judgment made after knowing everything.” A blush appeared on Mavis’s face that couldn’t be concealed.

She thought that even if she lived to old age with brain degeneration in years to come, she would never forget the scene of that youth commanding two people far weaker than the Pope of Light to ultimately suppress the Pope of Light below, and piloting a massive crow to rescue his companions.

Cyril stared fixedly at Mavis.

Only now did he suddenly realize that there were indeed those crazier than Egbert; they just had never shown it.

“Do you also think this way?” Cyril turned his gaze to the Dark Pope, whose presence had greatly increased.

The cunning old man deliberately used his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, his eyes crinkled. But Cyril felt that was simply his eyes crinkling, making the aged apple muscles actively lift upward when the corners of his mouth weren’t being raised.

“You could have discovered all this much earlier.” The Dark Pope had come to Mercenary City for many and complex purposes, but the main purpose was that he wanted to see what Su Li would do to the Dark Church.

The result was that the youth did nothing – not only did nothing, but even before everyone could react, he was chased by a giant dragon and then directly ran off with that dragon.

Ran off——!

The Dark Pope, who had quietly observed all this at the time, had his mind full of static.

He couldn’t understand why Su Li would actively venture into another world where even with all the people around him, they would have no power to resist, when he himself had no power to resist.

At that time, the Dark Pope wondered if Su Li hadn’t taken the Dark Church seriously?

Or perhaps he didn’t think the Dark Church, which had actively stood in the light, wouldn’t do bad things anymore?

Or maybe he trusted Lan Zhe’s maternal family… the organization behind the Dark Holy Son enough?

Countless thoughts.

No matter how much he thought, the Dark Pope couldn’t figure out what that youth was thinking at the time.

But he only needed to recall Su Li sitting in that carriage without drawn curtains, sitting alongside human-form monster beasts and still able to chat and laugh cheerfully, to feel there was nothing worth dwelling on.

Brilliant and extraordinary, noble and pure.

So what could he do?

What kind of response should he give to not disappoint this trust and expectation?

It seemed only one choice remained.

And this sole choice was the “deification” that Castor had agreed to.

The Dark Pope didn’t mind at all that his carefully cultivated Holy Son had not only run off with the others, but that his Holy Maiden also held Su Li in far higher regard than himself. In fact, he had long since thrown the God of Darkness he used as a pretext into some corner, his mind full of thoughts about how to carve Su Li’s likeness into a statue.

He even didn’t forget to criticize Egbert’s published “No One Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me 1-2.”

“Simply foolish!” the Dark Pope said. “He could have directly treated these books as classics and displayed his own fanatical trust, thereby telling those nobles, or even just needed to use the death process and cause of the Church of Light’s Bishop to explain, then those nobles would become the most obedient dogs in his hands, truly bringing Su Li’s glory into the human world.”

Euphia and the others were dumbfounded.

This feeling was probably like when she was still racking her brains about how to start from scratch, her not-quite-teammates had already occupied the entire map, and then told her this was all she amounted to.

Setting aside whether it was heartbreaking or not, Euphia’s current feeling was…

Someone actually dared to exceed her trust in Su Li!

“But didn’t Godfrey’s existence ultimately make those nobles become Su Li’s dogs anyway?” Euphia looked at the Dark Pope with dissatisfaction.

The old man only gave a cold laugh, forgiving his old friend’s daughter’s naivety.

“Godfrey was created by Su Li himself. If Su Li did everything himself, what use would he have for you all?”

The Dark Pope pulled off his hood with one motion, his face showing obvious heartache and indignation.

“If it were me, I absolutely wouldn’t let these trivial matters still require his personal handling.”

“And in such a roundabout way.” Since his Holy Maiden had already completely exposed his hand, the Dark Pope didn’t mind speaking directly. “Clearly Egbert could have used simpler methods, but because of his stupidity, Su Li had to expend more effort.”

The old man didn’t say that Su Li’s roundabout methods were only because his power was insufficient.

Compared to Dean Asa who might still treat Su Li as Charles’s replacement, the Dark Pope’s thinking from beginning to end was that Su Li far surpassed everyone of this era.

Anyone!

……

The others were dumbfounded.

And they couldn’t help but develop a sense of crisis.

Previously there was no sense of crisis because most of the people around Su Li were lone wolves who stayed with him.

After close contact for a long time, who would believe Su Li didn’t have a place for them in his heart?

But having one’s own place and how much one could occupy were entirely different matters.

When the people in the building competed among themselves, at most they would make a fuss and go fight outside the city, but now there was the Dark Pope, plus a Dark Holy Maiden who had fused light and dark elements with explosive combat power…

Honestly, the others still in human society couldn’t count on those who had gone to monster beast society with Su Li, could they?

Euphia immediately slammed the table and declared, “I want to expand the Mercenary Alliance tenfold, I want every mercenary to become Su Li’s backup force!”

“Just mercenaries?” Mavis deliberately teased her. “Don’t forget that except for Inner City, our Dark Church has long achieved making every person in every city, regardless of gender or age, able to become Su Li’s backbone force.”

Inner City? That already belonged to the abandoned cities.

Now no one cared about it.

“Of course not just mercenaries.” The door of the red building was pushed open by Dean Asa.

He had been there for a while – precisely speaking, since Mavis began talking.

He just hadn’t pushed open this door for unknown reasons, but had quietly listened to everything until now when he chose to enter the game.

“Every student at Asa Academy is willing to serve Su Li.” Dean Asa stared at the Dark Pope. Though the smile on his face looked particularly kind, others inexplicably felt he was shooting eye-daggers at the old fellow who had put his hood back on.

The Dark Pope was dismissive. “As far as I know, when students gathered in the academy square for training before, several had obvious objections to Su Li and even wanted to attack him.”

Although those people were later put in sacks by quite a few dark elementalists.

The people in the building never knew how much control the Dark Pope had over Dark Church members.

When the former regarded that youth as faith and actively explained to the latter what Su Li’s every action represented, the Dark Church people had already unconditionally worshipped Su Li through the Dark Pope’s narration.

Was that really just an ordinary youth without elemental power?

Of course not – that was a miracle! That was the descent of the true god!

At least that’s what the Dark Pope told his personnel.

Could Dean Asa do this?

The hooded man didn’t think so.

Dean Asa’s eye-daggers flew even more cheerfully. “Don’t pin the actions of one bad apple on the entire academy.”

“Is that so? Heh heh…”

****

Su Li would probably never know that his backyard was on fire.

Perhaps it should be called a nuclear explosion?

Now he was dedicated to making every monster beast bloodline awakeners who treated their memories like movies…

All hostages.

That’s right, four people kidnapping an entire city.

Joel was on the verge of tears. “No matter what, this is impossible to achieve, right?”

“Of course it can be achieved.” Su Li nodded. “We just need to kidnap two, let two kidnap four, let four kidnap eight……”