The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them - Chapter 177

On March 22nd of an unknown year, in the suburban area of Sadina City, a team dressed uniformly in black was hiding deep in the forest.

Cyril, who led the group, looked at this already considerable-sized team of wind elementalists dressed in black clothing and felt genuine emotion – technology, or rather research, was indeed the primary productive force.

No one had ever thought that high-level elementalists could be mass-produced.

Not to mention mass production – anyone would think that every elementalist who could grow and stand out required vast resources, time, and network connections to be devoted to them.

But all of this had changed under Castor’s research.

Just as the words carved into the hearts of researchers said – they were meteors hidden in the dark night. Once they streaked across the night sky, even if they weren’t as bright as the sun during the day or as radiant as the moon at night, they could still, in that moment, illuminate an entire era.

Now was such a time.

They had truly achieved it – bringing all of human society into another level.

One had to know that initially, Castor’s desire was merely to support Qi, the exiled prince, in ascending to power, hoping to gain the merit of supporting a dragon, so that those of them conducting forbidden research wouldn’t continue to suffer pursuit and annihilation by the nobles.

Who could have believed that the candle flame had become a meteor?

The wind elementalists in the forest were led by Cyril.

Compared to himself and Julius serving as backup, chasing Su Li who had already entered monster beast society at the appropriate time, Cyril sincerely felt it would be better to directly drag all humans into this.

Euphia and the Lion’s Club leader cooperated remarkably well.

The former directly explained within the Mercenary Alliance Guild the concept of monster beast society’s existence, along with various possibilities, and emphasized what kind of existence monster beasts were to humans.

They were oppressors who, despite never having close contact, had always been secretly exploiting humans from the shadows.

Indeed, human nature preferred not to seek trouble, but when they learned that such an existence, completely lacking in power, had already entered that society before those who possessed power, and wanted to prevent humans from continuing to suffer secret exploitation in the future…

Anyone with sense couldn’t help but be moved by this.

After this experience, people who had some measure in their hearts found that one-third of all mercenaries in the Mercenary City chose to join this team destined to enter monster beast society.

As for the other two-thirds, they ultimately followed their hearts and chose to join this team supporting Su Li under the benefits offered by the Dark Pope.

With such experienced hands involved, the entire Mercenary City was like a machine with excessive lubricant, entering unstoppable high-speed operation.

The responsibility Cyril undertook was to specifically select wind elementalists from among those mercenaries. After using his own element to enhance others’ individual strength, combined with Castor’s element absorption device and the Lion’s Club leader’s various experiences gained from actual combat, in just half a month’s time, he directly assembled an elite force.

To say nothing else, Cyril felt that this wind elementalist team of only two to three thousand people, even when facing the hundred-thousand siege army that Ophelia had sent initially, might not necessarily lose.

Compared to Cyril’s wind element team, Euphia led a fire element team. And because the small building temporarily couldn’t produce water elementalists, Dean Asa directly pulled out all the instructors from the academy at this stage and began leading teams.

Their goal was that after the one-month deadline arrived, even if they still couldn’t contend with powerful monster beasts, they could at least use various tactics to annihilate enemies!

This seemingly change of just one city quickly radiated to other cities, and even to Amikbi’s capital, Inner City.

As soon as the idea of seizing the throne emerged, Qi, upon returning to Inner City, began consolidating power with his mother, the Queen.

No one knew what Grand Princess Ophelia was thinking, but during Qi’s process of seizing power, Ophelia made no obstructive interventions whatsoever.

On the contrary, Qi could vaguely sense that during the process of consolidating power, there was Ophelia’s imperceptible assistance.

The Grand Judge and Willard shared the same thinking – it didn’t matter who sat on the throne, as long as whoever sat on the throne was Su Li’s supporter.

In just over twenty days, Qi had progressed from being an exiled prince staying in the Mercenary City to gradually securing his position as heir.

Barring any accidents, the young man would directly ascend to the throne before Cyril and Julius entered monster beast society according to the one-month deadline.

A young king, different from Meredith who was always full of calculations.

Amikbi’s former king Meredith, when his physical condition was deteriorating, had been quite swift in relinquishing his position.

When Qi sent a letter to the Mercenary City about his impending ascension to the throne, Cyril read it patiently while calculating on his fingers, feeling that he and Julius could about enter monster beast society.

“In one month’s time, how many storms has Su Li experienced that I haven’t seen? I’m somewhat expectant, but also somewhat worried.” Cyril stood at the small building’s doorway, murmuring to himself, fantasizing about Su Li’s physical growth and changes after not seeing him for a month, as well as their peaceful conversations without any strangeness after reuniting.

Julius, who had arrived together, stood at the gate of the small building’s courtyard. Hearing these words, he only said: “Expectation is enough – worry is truly unnecessary.”

“If even Su Li could have problems, then even if we were by his side, with our strength only being comparable to humans close to the bottom-level monster beasts of monster beast society, how could we possibly provide corresponding help to Su Li?”

Compared to worrying about Su Li, Julius advocated placing worried psychology on improving oneself.

Only with strength could one provide real, substantial help to Su Li.

Cyril decisively turned his head and glared at this new human formed after fusing some characteristics of the Pope of Light and Xiao Zuo.

Sometimes the words this person spoke always made one want to reach out and slap his face.

Cyril’s vocabulary temporarily lacked precise adjectives to define Julius, but he would say to this unlucky child whose emotional intelligence was incredibly low: “I’ve remembered what you said——”

Julius blinked, not understanding. “So?”

Cyril revealed a smile. “So I’ll relay these words to Sister Euphia, and Mark, as well as the Lion’s Club leader. Of course, if you feel these three can’t defeat you and therefore think it doesn’t matter, then I can also tell these words to Dean Asa, or the Dark Pope.”

Julius naturally belonged to the top tier of power among humans, but this was only among humans.

Moreover, recently a large number of elementalists had rapidly improved in strength with Castor’s help.

Those reaching Julius’s level, besides Cyril who had been enhanced by a dragon, weren’t non-existent among the later ones.

At such a time, Cyril privately thought Julius was more likely to question why the Pope of Light had worked so hard for so long, only to produce him.

However, unexpectedly, this unlucky child not only didn’t care about the Pope of Light and Xiao Zuo at all, but also wasn’t worried about Su Li in the slightest.

Cyril understood this was trust, but under trust, those close would always uncontrollably worry.

Julius could rationally evaluate that their worry was meaningless to Su Li – whether this was just thinking in terms of personality, or whether he fundamentally didn’t care about Su Li at all…

As long as something might potentially affect Su Li, Cyril would always pay attention.

He turned to gaze at the key youth, his eyes deep, yet not revealing any of his inner thoughts.

Julius then decisively blinked and said, “Please definitely, definitely treat it as if I said nothing just now!”

His words were forceful, his expression earnest – this was clearly evident.

…Cyril only felt that thinking so much in an instant made him seem a bit foolish.

“Alright, I understand.” The dragon-blooded youth held his forehead. “Don’t say these things anymore. We’re setting out in three days.”

After Cyril confirmed the general timeline, he walked into the small building, picked up a pen, and leaned over the desk to write a reply to Qi, stating he wouldn’t attend his coronation ceremony.

He wasn’t at all worried that his companion, who had gone from exiled prince to king, would develop any dissatisfied emotions because of this.

The dragon-blooded youth even left a message in the letter, telling Qi that the Dark Pope would subsequently transfer the focus originally placed on the Mercenary City to Inner City.

After the pilot behavior conducted in Sadina City was experimentally confirmed as feasible, the Dark Pope would only work with Dean Asa to achieve universal military service in the shortest possible time – so short it couldn’t be any shorter.

So what if monster beast numbers were high? Humans weren’t lacking either.

The implication of these words was that after the Dark Pope went to Amikbi’s capital, he would definitely push Qi to work…

Whether it was making money, maintaining armies, or suppressing those noble idiots who, even after knowing about the existence of monster beasts, still felt that if things didn’t happen right in front of them, they weren’t problems…

Tsk… One didn’t need to think to know.

That was an endless hell of work!

Cyril felt he only appreciated being a plain, unremarkable little beggar in times like this.

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Cyril thought about Qi’s possible reactions and sincerely patted Julius’s shoulder, saying, “Fortunately, the Pope of Light’s initial requirement for you was just to serve as a key to open the door to entering monster beast society.”

Rather than saying something about mastering both divine and royal authority.

Thinking about his recent daily routine of leading teams to enhance mercenaries’ physical strength and supervising their strength improvement, Cyril sighed – that wasn’t the kind of workload normal people could handle.

“Well, I’m really grateful then.” Julius rolled his eyes. To be honest, he had already forgotten what the Pope of Light looked like.

“Do I need to say ‘you’re welcome’ on behalf of the Pope of Light who died long ago at a time like this?” Cyril folded the letter and placed it on the desk, then walked directly toward the stairs to the second floor.

He was planning to pack his luggage.

He strived to compress clothing for all age ranges into alchemical storage tools.

Just thinking about how Lan Zhe and the others had only considered practicality when bringing things, without considering Su Li’s eyes, made Cyril feel depressed.

After the dragon-blooded youth’s feet stepped onto the stairs, he happened to hear Julius’s words.

“Not! At! All! Necessary!”