The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them - Chapter 80.1

The weak should obey the commands of the strong.

But “strong” absolutely does not only refer to physical strength.

A noble-born princess, in reality, having absolutely no blood relation to the king……

Just thinking about this makes one laugh out loud.

The inheritance status that should have been rightfully hers was completely shattered by the sudden revelation of facts.

Things desired can only be obtained by one’s own hands. Things to be seized can only be acquired through one’s own calculations.

All previous certainties have become impossibilities.

The nominal father, the blood-related mother, a brother related by blood but not of the same father……

Who would believe that the princess beloved by the king is, in essence, nothing at all?

But precisely because she is nothing, she can be…… everything!

……

“Your Highness, the Flame Maiden from Sadina City has suddenly begun an attack. What should we do?” The guard assigned to Ophelia by the king was prostrate on the ground, asking with a lowered head.

Ophelia was sitting on a massive golden throne, with a fur cushion whiter than snow. Hearing this, she sneered. “You need to ask me about such matters? What use are you?”

“Don’t you understand what the role of a guard means? Protect my life, eliminate all potential threats to me. Since the Flame Maiden dares to jump down from that turtle-shell-like city wall, what you need to do is directly eliminate this woman who might pose a danger to me.”

“If you don’t even understand the meaning of ‘eliminate’, I’ll have you eliminated immediately. Understood?”

Ophelia threw the colorful porcelain cup of hot tea directly at the nearest guard’s forehead.

A treasure that, when exchanged for wealth, could easily support a town for an entire year was, in Ophelia’s hands, nothing more than a broken piece making a sound.

“From now on, I don’t want to hear any questions from you about what you should do.” Ophelia’s gaze was viciously fixed on the guards below, her voice colder than the wind and snow outside the tent. “I have no need for idiots by my side.”

Once everyone had left the tent, she lazily sprawled on the throne, waiting for a guest who, though unknown by name, would definitely arrive.

As Ophelia took another colorful porcelain cup and poured herself some hot tea, she suddenly noticed an adult male figure, with his finger pointing at her temple while sitting on the golden throne.

Ophelia’s golden pupils flickered with a hint of red, but the next moment she said with uncontrollable excitement. “Ah, didn’t expect it to be you—— Egbert.”

“Of all the possible guests I imagined, I truly didn’t expect the prophet to deliver you as a gift.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you again more than once.”

Egbert continuously frowned at the seemingly unstable Ophelia.

“I’ve never seen you before.” Egbert was unwilling to have too intimate verbal exchanges with anyone other than Su Li.

“Of course, you’ve never seen me. After all, Siliqing City is just one of my fiefs.”

“But even so, I’ve always been deeply impressed by you.” Ophelia looked at Egbert with an eye that was as sweet as gazing at a lover.

It was an even more sticky gaze than bread with an entire jar of honey added.

“After all, I’ve never seen a man calculated into such a state that he’s like a homeless dog, who initially actually behaved like a dog, requesting reports on internal changes in the City Lord mansion of Siliqing City through internal personnel, hoping to overturn the situation.”

“Hahahahaha, do you think something could exist so smoothly just because that long-dead man calculated everything in advance?”

“Too naive. It was merely the tacit consent of all intelligent people.”

Egbert’s response was to directly grab Ophelia’s neck from behind.

He also coldly laughed, “Yesterday’s matters need not be remembered, tomorrow’s matters can still be sought.”

“By using events that have already happened against me, what do you want to see from me? Anger? Or a hateful expression towards a truth as terrible as dog shit?”

Egbert didn’t expect Ophelia to give him an answer, because he had already choked her throat so she couldn’t make a sound.

“I’m sorry. Because you can’t see anything.”

“Even if my past was as stupid as a grass worm, I still live under others’ expectations.”

Egbert calmly sealed several major nodes of elemental circulation on Ophelia’s body, then directly used a soft whip from the weapon rack nearby to firmly tie her up.

Egbert was indifferent to Ophelia’s various attempts at verbal provocation. He had long since learned not to be affected by past beliefs.

As long as Su Li’s figure could still flash in Egbert’s mind, he would be incredibly clear that he was a man unable to live entirely according to his own pace.

But he could live for Su Li.

Su Li’s life was an existence higher than Egbert’s own life. Su Li’s dignity was something Egbert would sacrifice his life to protect.

As for Egbert himself?

Up to now, what Egbert was most certain of was that he would, and would only, become a servant forever serving Lord Su Li.

Trapped but not gagged, Ophelia still sneered. “So, you’ve gone from being a dog in my house to a dog in someone else’s house?”

Egbert ignored Ophelia’s trash talk and directly pulled a piece of fabric from the tent’s curtain.

Just before he was about to gag Ophelia’s mouth, she proudly instructed, “If you dare put that thing in my mouth, Xiao Zuo will only be deployed for the prophet.”

“I guess a countryside wild dog like you, cut off from information, probably doesn’t know who the prophet refers to. But I can tell you, it’s the person you care about most in your heart, which is—”

“Xiao Zuo’s target today.”

Egbert stopped.

Ophelia looked at him and burst into laughter again. “A wild dog that doesn’t even know how to wag its tail when its master isn’t around, how pitiful……”

But the originally triumphant laughter suddenly stopped, and Ophelia’s expression became cold and ruthless again.

“Now, don’t do anything that would make me unhappy. I’m tired of explaining to idiots. Take me to find that prophet. I want to see whether his predictions, compared to mine, can……”

“Crush! Eliminate!”

……

Su Li looked at Xiao Zuo, who had his eyes turning red and was forcefully pressing him against a tree, his green eyes completely emotionless as he said, “Let go.”

“Unless you want the big sis you speak of to become a corpse, you can kill me as much as you want.”

When being comprehensively attacked by enemies, Su Li would not naively imagine that he could achieve an all-around victory in this game of strategy. What he wanted from the beginning was just a draw that could place both sides on the same level.

In the end, Xiao Zuo’s hand gripping Su Li’s collar loosened.

And that raven, which had been serving as a bottom card and had not been noticed by Xiao Zuo until now, was standing on the bare tree trunk, just within the edge of Su Li’s right eye.

“What have you done?” As soon as Xiao Zuo let go, his killing intent began to surge uncontrollably.

“If you dare do anything harmful to Ophelia, I will make everyone you care about in this city die one by one, right in front of you.”

“Even you, I will ensure you don’t leave a complete corpse.” Xiao Zuo looked at Su Li like he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

Su Li, however, didn’t even look at Xiao Zuo, simply bent slightly and patted the dust off his lower leg.

Honestly, these three minutes had been incredibly earth-shattering.

If not for reason constantly repeating the concept that “thoughts and body are not the same” in his mind, Su Li might have been overwhelmed by fear the first time he was sent flying.

Being invincible was nice, but given Su Li’s current physical condition – where carrying thirty pounds of water for half an hour would leave him covered in lactic acid and unable to move the next day – when being sent flying, all he could imagine was his own bloody, mangled form.

The accelerated heartbeat, nearly causing his mental timing to be inaccurate, was directly swept into the depths of memory, stuffed into the trash bin domain along with those nonsensical moments Egbert had previously created, never to be retrieved again.

While patting off the dust, Su Li’s thoughts were divided into two parts.

One was constantly thinking about how he had just been pushed against the tree after his invincible moment ended. This push would definitely cause bruising on his back, and once Lan Zhe discovered his injuries……

Who else would this be passed on to?

The other thought was wondering why Ophelia had so proactively acted according to all his assumptions.

Mutual prediction should be a basic operation.

Su Li previously appeared on the scene looking like a Christmas tree, which proved that the city’s people valued him while also showing that even if a single-body powerful entity like Xiao Zuo was prepared, he shouldn’t be able to kill Su Li in one strike…

However, it’s precisely because of this that Xiao Zuo would chase them down in the city.

Speaking of which, Ophelia actually let Xiao Zuo enter the city…

She probably considered the subsequent situation.

Su Li thought more and more that this possibility was the truth.

Until Cyril reappeared from his previous escape.

Su Li had never felt so emotional about the importance of companions.

He said with excitement, as if receiving a gift from the Goddess of Luck. “Finally, you’re back!”

Su Li’s nose was slightly red, and even the corners of his eyes were similarly red.

Unlike Xiao Zuo, who was red-eyed from anger, Su Li was… red from being cold.

Cyril quickly wrapped the clothes he’d retrieved from the small building around Su Li before saying, “You looked quite good in that sorry state just now.”

Su Li, who had wrapped himself into a ball: ………………

“That’s going too far,” Su Li sniffled.

He absolutely would not admit that the reason he had bent down to pat dust off himself for so long was because, facing sub-zero temperatures, he was frozen stiff and his limbs were uncoordinated.

Cyril seriously said, “I’m just stating facts.”

“You might not be able to see yourself, but from my perspective, you who originally looked like a prince now suddenly look like a fallen monarch. Ignoring those already shattered alchemy tools, most of what remains is full of cracks.”

“And these things that are about to break or not, at this moment, happen to highlight a sense of decadent beauty for you. Also…”

Cyril pointed to Su Li’s chest area, lowering his voice, “When that guy was grabbing your collar, he probably pressed you back again, right? Look at that red area – someone who doesn’t know might think something happened to you.”

Su Li gave a cold laugh. “I think you’ve become too cocky because everyone’s focus has been on external enemies these days, and no one’s been training you.”

Cyril coughed and quickly said, “You’re overthinking it. I just thought that red area looked a bit like a plum blossom.”

Su Li: smile.jpg

Xiao Zuo frowned. “You two……”

“Follow me, don’t speak, I don’t want to answer. But I guarantee you’ll see Ophelia soon. Also, don’t think about killing me or anything. Perhaps you had a moment’s chance before, but now, that’s absolutely impossible.” Su Li extended his hand, reddened from the cold, and caught the raven that flew down from the tree branch, the smile that had disappeared when Cyril annoyed him reappearing at the corner of his mouth.

Then, the white snow in the sky covered the ruins Xiao Zuo had smashed.

The three walking in the snow left behind a series of footprints that could be covered by wind and snow at any moment, with only a “caw” that vanished in the air in the blink of an eye.

Compared to the three children walking side by side, the bound Ophelia made a clicking sound the moment she saw Xiao Zuo.

“Tsk.”

Then, Xiao Zuo, who had been standing next to Su Li, suddenly moved as if summoned by a master, instantly appearing beside Ophelia.

Xiao Zuo directly cut Ophelia’s bindings with a light blade, only to be immediately grabbed by the face by her who seemed to have no sense of gratitude at all.

Sharp fingernails left clear marks on Xiao Zuo’s face.

Ophelia looked down at Xiao Zuo, whose facial features were not very similar to hers, her gaze cold and tone dissatisfied. “Too slow, idiot. You should have brought the prophet earlier, making me be tied up for so long in vain……”

Anyone seeing Ophelia casually treating such a formidable person with such disregard would likely find it unbelievable.

But Su Li was an exception.

Because he felt there was one fact he had to acknowledge, even if unwilling.

Like whether Egbert would be willing to rub his face……

Su Li refused to think about the answer.

But he also refused to let Ophelia control the situation.

So Su Li directly said, “What does ‘prophet’ refer to?”

“You come asking me questions right away, and you think I’ll tell you? Based on what? Based on you looking somewhat c…… based on you looking quite good, or based on what you think is our current balanced strength?” Ophelia’s gaze swept past Su Li.

Standing beside her, Xiao Zuo carefully knelt on one knee, meticulously arranging the wrinkles of her skirt.

This dialogue, and Xiao Zuo’s actions, were enough to demonstrate Ophelia’s dominance and arrogance.

Of course, this was based on ignoring her grudging acknowledgment that Su Li wasn’t ugly.

“Not exactly equally matched.” Su Li pulled out a chair and sat at the far end of the long table, “I just think that since you’re able to appear here, it means you must have something you want to do.”

“At least from my perspective, you’re the type of person with extremely strong purposefulness. All your actions and behaviors are driven by intense intent.”

“Although this is our first meeting, this feeling is already incredibly profound.”

“It seems you don’t need me to confirm your judgment.” Ophelia sneered lightly, “But indeed, as you said, I willingly let myself be caught by your dog, and I do have a purpose……”

“Wait a moment.” Su Li immediately frowned, making a gesture to stop.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow, looking at the long-heard “prophet” with a meaningful gaze.

“I don’t care how you view the people around me, including myself. But if we’re at a negotiating table, in a place where we can speak equally, I require you to at least meet the basic bottom line of respecting personal dignity.”

“Of course, as compensation, I can answer your question first.” Su Li stared into Ophelia’s golden eyes with an uncompromising calm.

Ophelia let out a scornful laugh, then said, “Then we’ll do it your way.”

“As for my question……”

“I want to know how much you’ve guessed about the information related to me up to now.”

Su Li crossed his hands, placing his elbows on the table with his hands supporting his chin. This made him appear smaller than the others present, but such body language still implied a message to others.

Looking like the weakest guy, yet able to sit at the negotiating table in place of many strong individuals – this itself was an unavoidable force.

Accordingly, Su Li then said, “To completely answer this question, more than one question needs to be answered.”

“As payment, I can tell you in advance what the prophet is.” Ophelia spoke with a tone of bestowal.

“We’re already sitting at the same table, so there’s no need to continue probing.” Su Li shook his head, “Ultimately, so-called ‘prophet’ is nothing more than a fictitious title. Perhaps some people might have ulterior motives because of this ‘prophecy’, but before those people dance before me, they are nothing more than irrelevant characters.”

“And if they happen to appear before me, then based on my ability to save myself……”

The text ends abruptly here, with Su Li’s sentence incomplete.