The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them - Chapter 170.2

He could still feel the phantom pain from his previous wounds.

“I just never expected that you, who claimed to want to investigate the situation in Rota County, would actually act to avoid war.”

Adison glanced at Egbert again. “I don’t quite accept what he said about not having an intelligence network, but Asgari…”

“From when you first had the idea of wanting to destroy transformed monster beasts until now, many years have indeed passed. In all these years, the only thing you’ve managed to accomplish is a small-scale intelligence network that can be directly replaced by the wisdom of a group of clever humans.”

Adison was bothered by his own misfortune, but what bothered him most was that originally it should have been Asgari who suffered bad luck, yet this blame had been pushed onto him.

Would fighting dragons be any kind of good assignment?

Don’t be ridiculous. Even if they united with the Water Tribe, and even if they further united with the Beast Tribe, if the three tribes specifically went to fight the dragon race, as long as Elvi didn’t die on the spot, the giant dragons’ revenge afterward would become a disaster that everyone would avoid at all costs.

Adison didn’t think he needed the credit for suppressing rebellion.

All he would gain was the giant dragons’ hatred and resentment.

Asgari truly didn’t consider any monster beast other than himself to be a monster beast.

He schemed against others without mercy, still putting on an appearance as if he were acting for the greater good.

Damn it, if he wanted all transformed monster beasts to die, shouldn’t Asgari’s first action be to commit suicide himself?

Although he thought this way, Adison still didn’t say it out loud.

Even a butterfly spirit knew that saying such words wouldn’t be provocation, but would truly create enmity.

By then, it would probably give Asgari a perfectly reasonable excuse to scheme against him.

Adison said with a cold laugh, “Don’t you think everything you’ve done is as shallow as the inn roof that was just torn off?”

“After being uncovered, it’s empty inside, with no substance at all.”

Su Li, who had simply wanted to refuse overthinking but had caused two monster beasts to be on the verge of fighting: “…..”

“I suggest that if you really have any desire to fight, you can directly consider going to fight in the territory of the Winged Tribe Queen’s palace. At least this way, you could demonstrate Adison’s contribution in this battle.”

Asgari looked away. “In fact, the Queen won’t consider Adison’s contribution as a contribution at all, since he currently appears completely unharmed.”

Adison laughed mockingly. “So you mean I shouldn’t be allowed to heal?”

“Should I just walk before the Queen with a mangled body to claim that so-called credit?”

“I didn’t say that.” Asgari silently stared at the ground.

Su Li pressed his temples with a headache. When facing results that could both be defined as terrible, he couldn’t even distinguish which was the “lesser” in “choosing the lesser of two evils.”

“Lord Su Li means that compared to now exposing your inner desire to slack off and another’s intention to cause trouble, it would be better to maintain the status quo, rely on the Queen’s trust in you both, maximize the use of this mentality, and at appropriate times inform the Beast Tribe of intelligence about the Queen’s surroundings, or simply tell it directly to the giant dragon.”

Egbert deeply understood the speechless feelings that Lord Su Li had experienced during those early days when he first interacted with him.

At that time, in the eyes of the underage Lord Su Li, he was both an adult and an idiot.

And now these monster beasts, in his eyes, were idiots who only grew in lifespan but not in brains.

The importance of the intelligence network was completely irrelevant.

When everything had already been predicted, shouldn’t they be thinking about how to maximize the achievement of their vastly different yet somehow connected goals?

What kind of fools would put on such an expression as if they first needed to fight each other to the death?

Lan Zhe and Roy had never imagined in their lives that Egbert would actually have moments of questioning others’ intelligence, even though the so-called “others” were monster beasts completely different from humans.

But still!

That was Egbert!

Roy tried to communicate with Lan Zhe through eye contact. “Ever since coming to monster beast society, this guy’s growth has been revealed in every aspect.”

“Incredible.”

Lan Zhe similarly returned a meaningful look. “Rather than finding it incredible, think about how much help Egbert, who trains desperately to become stronger every day and now possesses this level of intelligence, will bring to Su Li, and how much of the attention we have with Su Li he’ll steal…”

Roy’s gaze immediately filled with a sense of crisis.

And Egbert was still showing off his cross-hierarchical brain growth.

“Since you want all transformed monster beasts to die, yet can’t achieve large-scale poisoning that doesn’t harm bystanders, and can only choose to incite war to let everyone mutually deplete their numbers, then you should unwaveringly act toward this goal.”

“True martyrs, when facing the path they’ve chosen, are terrifying beings who will unwaveringly continue forward regardless of how others question, target, or fail to understand them.”

Egbert placed his gaze on Su Li.

He had said more than once that he could understand Su Li, that he could understand his Lord.

But actually, Egbert sometimes also wondered why Lord Su Li could obviously have sufficient honor and glory in human society, then crown himself with everything and exist in the world nobly and elegantly.

He had no need to get involved in the current state of monster beast society.

Whenever he thought this way, what Egbert envisioned was a cage shrouding Su Li.

Understanding and not understanding seemed to have become blurred.

What he needed to do was not to try to understand the god he served, to analyze the meaning behind every instruction from Lord Su Li, but to continuously advance toward the path he indicated.

This was already sufficient.

Similarly, when such an absolute goal existed within oneself, Asgari’s attitude of feeling ashamed toward Adison seemed particularly ridiculous.

“Do you really have conviction in your own path?” Egbert questioned. “The feeling you give me is like you’re completing a life goal that doesn’t belong to you at all.”

“Can I guess that Morton, the brother of Joel’s great-great-grandfather, was the one who truly had this martyr-like goal?”

“If that’s the case, I sincerely hope you abandon this goal that doesn’t belong to you at all.”

Egbert’s gaze was cold. “How can someone who can’t even maintain conviction in their own goals talk about realizing those goals? I don’t know if gods exist, but Lord Su Li will absolutely not favor the weak who pray for luck while remaining unmoved themselves.”

Egbert delivered a comprehensive attack on Asgari.

Whether this contained revenge for his honest confrontation with Su Li was hard to say, but Adison could clearly see that Egbert was indeed targeting Asgari without concealment.

Additionally, Adison suddenly felt that strength from Su Li that originated from a powerless, weak body.

At least, he possessed one—no, several alternative martyrs who unwaveringly believed in his path, and moreover, Egbert had always been acting toward Su Li’s goals, making Su Li’s goals his own goals.

Adison suddenly became a bit curious about what kind of person Su Li was to occupy such incredible trust among humans who could never understand each other.

But what still moved his heart at the moment was Asgari’s contemplative appearance.

The snowy owl spoke only after a long while. “It’s my problem.”

His eyes finally held the will to move forward.

All the previous appearances, whether intentional or inherently possessing crazy characteristics, were completely restrained.

Asgari said, “I understand what you mean.”

“I will act according to what you’ve said.”

“But perhaps this isn’t just acting according to what you’ve said.” Asgari remembered very clearly Egbert’s words about “Lord Su Li’s meaning is…”

“I sincerely look forward to the Winged Tribe Queen’s death, Elvi’s madness, and myself, hidden behind the scenes, ultimately being exposed under daylight and dying without an intact corpse.”

“From now on, I won’t have even the slightest self-doubt because of external things.”

Adison’s mouth twitched.

“So I should just accept being schemed against as a matter of course?”

“No one said that.” Roy patted the unlucky butterfly spirit’s shoulder.

“Egbert expressed the little master’s thoughts, and I don’t mind sharing Egbert’s thoughts either.”

“Although that guy hopes Asgari will strengthen his goals and use his goal-achieving actions to reduce Su Li’s crisis in monster beast society… Egbert’s alternative subtext refers to: Since Asgari has already done what he considers wrong and plans to continue acting this way, what he needs to do isn’t feel ashamed after doing wrong things, but should try every means to compensate and balance this wrong’s torment on his heart, thereby strengthening his conviction toward his goals.”

“But whether it’s the little master or Egbert, neither of them expects you, the victim, to forgive everything like a saint.” Roy familiarly put his arm around Adison’s shoulders.

The butterfly spirit’s mind was full of: Could humans really be such complex creatures?

It gave the butterfly a headache.

However, Adison also wanted to know what kind of compensation Asgari could provide for him.

But he never expected that Asgari’s method of action would completely copy Egbert’s statement, and that very day, he dragged him back to the Queen’s palace together.

They really fought in the Queen’s palace!

Who would believe that efficiency could be maximized in such a place?

Most outrageous was that the Queen didn’t question their actions at all.

Although during the fight, Adison more than once verbally attacked Asgari for his “leave of absence” behavior.

But the snowy owl was also quite outrageous.

Asgari clearly expressed that it was his problem, that he could have postponed the task of exploring the internal situation of Rota County.

This action made the Winged Tribe Queen interrupt their subsequent entanglement.

The woman sitting on the throne didn’t stop this battle from occurring.

But the Queen also didn’t, as Adison had thought, show no reaction to his unharmed state.

The regeneration of wounds and the original body’s color had deviations that human eyes might not be able to distinguish, but monster beasts could actually see at a glance.

The Queen didn’t think there was anything questionable about Adison having such a life-saving trump card.

After all, the butterfly spirit had been following by her side for who knows how many years.

In all these years, if he didn’t even have some trump cards to pull himself back from death’s edge, where would he get the courage to accept this declaration of war against dragons?

As for the battle with Asgari…

From the Queen’s perspective, it was even easier to understand.

This was clearly a child who had suffered outside coming to complain to his family elders and servants, hoping to receive some compensation and rewards.

The reason for fighting with Asgari, in the Queen’s eyes, would only be that Adison was unwilling to blame her, so he could only vent his anger on Asgari as a colleague.

And the snowy owl was indeed innocent.

Who could have predicted that just as Asgari applied to investigate Rota County, Adonis would report the dragon’s desire to rebel?

Under such a choiceless choice, the Queen could only choose Adison.

Adison never imagined that after fighting before the throne, when they should have been punished, they each received rewards from the Queen instead.

Afterward, the butterfly spirit and snowy owl reviewed together, examining the Queen’s mentality from all angles, only to surprisingly discover: “That child called Su Li had already guessed everything that’s happening now.”

Adison felt somewhat chilled.

“Does his brain contain something that, even separated by thousands of miles, can still make prophetic predictions of others’ actions based on their temperament, thinking patterns, or behavioral tendencies?”

A bit terrifying…

But what made Adison uncontrollably feel relaxed was that such a person understood him and showed no hostile intent toward him.

Asgari felt it was natural.

He was the one who truly faced that situation of being completely stripped bare.

If Egbert could already achieve this level, then the youth he called Lord, whom he respected infinitely and even defined with the term “mentally sensitive,” predicting all the Queen’s actions from afar no longer seemed incredible.

Asgari was similarly grateful that he didn’t plan to be enemies with Su Li.

Moreover, the goal path he walked had some overlap with Su Li’s advancing direction…

“What do you think?” Asgari asked Adison.

The butterfly spirit was stunned. “Think about what?”

“I mean, will you continue to serve the Queen loyally in the future, or secretly lean toward humans?”

“I hope all transformed monster beasts die, but if it’s you, becoming among the last batch of monster beasts to die would be fine too.”

Adison’s eye twitched as he rolled his eyes at him. “Should I thank you then?”

“That’s not necessary.” Asgari’s expression was calm.

After Adison sighed, he continued, “Since you don’t mind me knowing about your world-opposing actions, I don’t mind telling you that I actually don’t care about changes among the three tribes of monster beasts.”

“Just as that child said, I’ve always had thoughts of wanting to commit suicide.” Adison admitted this point—monster beasts falling into madness were countless; he couldn’t be an exception.

“I, who don’t even care about my own death, couldn’t possibly care about those so-called external things. But rather than saying I lean toward humans, I’d prefer you to say I lean more toward life that can read my soul…”

“This way of speaking sounds very characteristic of butterflies.” A pure white, flawless butterfly appeared at Adison’s fingertips.

Asgari made a joke that wasn’t quite a joke. “Forever chasing flowers?”

Adison nodded with firm eyes. “Forever.”

Su Li didn’t care about what happened in the Queen’s palace.

His focus was on how Egbert, after the two humanoid monster beasts left, once again fell into overthinking hell.

Even when Su Li finally got to enjoy the white rice cooked by Lan Zhe, that guy didn’t miss the opportunity.

“Lord Su Li really hasn’t been eating well these past few days.”

“Despite encountering such things, he still reports good news and hides bad news.” Egbert was so worried he could barely eat his rice. “The danger level of monster beast society far exceeds human society… What should I do to ensure Lord Su Li doesn’t have to encounter these…”

“Here’s a suggestion: less overthinking, more eating.” Su Li immediately swallowed a mouthful of rice.