The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 135.2 - The Meaning of the Daphne Flower (part 2)

Although in a coma and occasionally twitching, when Eis was carried away by Haiya, Su Li felt a pain in his nonexistent conscience.

He certainly realized how much shock his earlier action of placing his hand on the dragon’s body, when he couldn’t see, had brought to Eis.

As for now...

Su Li chose to cover his eyes again.

He indeed hadn’t seen Elvi’s body, as Cyril had said.

When the sunlight, previously blocked by the dragon’s silhouette, suddenly shone through, Su Li’s instinctive reaction had been to close his eyes. His following thoughts could instantly recall the reason why the Raven had drawn such hostility.

Su Li coughed once, asked Cyril for a piece of cloth, and blindfolded himself.

This action was done naturally, but Elvi said unhappily, “Do you have some objection to my powerful body?”

“No objection,” Su Li tied the white cloth behind his head, responding in a calm tone. “But, madam, you should at least understand the sense of shame that inevitably exists in humans who grew up in human civilization.”

“That’s meaningless,” Elvi commented.

She was displeased with the youth’s action of covering his eyes. Elvi felt that the reason she could calmly converse with the youth, with humans, was because of his emerald green eyes.

“But for humans, the existence of shame also signifies the formal distinction between humans and monster beasts,” Su Li raised his head after tying the blindfold, “looking” at Elvi as he spoke.

To the dragon, these words were more like a provocation than those humans who had tried to attack her.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” Elvi’s tone became solemn, her sharp gaze piercing enough to make Cyril’s bones feel cold.

Su Li could even feel that Cyril, who was supporting him to prevent him from falling, had become as rigid as stone.

Since his bloodline awakening, the dragon youth’s sensitivity to danger was truly like that of a monster beast. Describing his senses as beast-like intuition was not inappropriate.

“Before discussing this topic, I believe what you want to know more is everything that happened to Na’an,” Su Li said as he gently took out the red and blue intermingled gemstone from within his clothes, his fingertips having lost all color.

Under the sunlight, it emitted an extremely gorgeous and brilliant color.

Elvi was momentarily speechless.

A tacit understanding seemed to have been established between them when the dragon was held by the youth’s warm hand.

Elvi hadn’t killed Su Li immediately, and her previous words had allowed Su Li to quickly determine that this dragon, which had been modeled in his brain based on the scales on Cyril’s face and seemed to have run out of his brain, was the ancestor of Cyril that Egbert had speculated wouldn’t appear in the short term.

Obviously, Egbert’s speculation was terribly wrong.

Elvi Bessemer, Cyril’s ancestor, had not only come, but her target was absolutely the “Final Creation.”

At least Su Li hadn’t noticed Elvi’s gaze lingering on Cyril for even a moment.

The dragon didn’t care at all about her descendants born from her union with humans.

She was only concerned about Na’an.

Su Li also accommodated Elvi’s needs and told her everything.

Whether it was the now-dead Bishop, or the Pope of Light who had allowed his actions, or the large number of humans who died in Siliqing City, or even the multiple destructions and reconstructions of Jisuo Town.

He didn’t put the losses suffered by humans at the forefront because Su Li clearly understood that any negotiation technique involving showing weakness was not applicable in conversations with top-tier monster beasts.

The transmigrator who used wisdom well understood that although he hadn’t actively made probing moves, in fact every action he took had given him key information.

Such as Elvi’s loud laughter.

A monster beast so confident in her physical body could at least prove that in terms of physical strength measurement among her kind, she was not inferior to anyone... any monster beast.

Su Li even dared to assert that if Elvi decided to adopt a slaughter approach against humans, it wouldn’t take even a day and night for the entire Amikbi to become a hell on earth.

What was time to monster beasts?

Su Li couldn’t get an answer.

But after telling Elvi everything that had happened to Na’an, facing her silence and unable to judge whether it was fury or calm, Su Li still said calmly, “For humans, this is a tragedy that shouldn’t have happened, yet it did.”

After the Crystal Winged Dragon incident, Roy had never mentioned his wife.

That pregnant wife who ultimately died with their child.

For outsiders other than Roy, all anyone could know was that the man chose to live on bearing his wife’s name.

“And for monster beasts...” Su Li stated coolly, “as a human, I don’t believe I have the right to try to interpret the event from Na’an’s perspective on behalf of the deceased Na’an.”

“Very good, human,” Elvi’s tone now didn’t sound like the “divinity” her language poured into human brains, nor like the wild arrogance when she first spoke to Su Li. Her current tone was lofty, yet not equivalent to arrogant coldness.

Like seawater wrapped in ice under a frozen river, full of the smell of death.

“Thank you for the compliment,” Su Li still “looked” at Elvi.

He didn’t make any expressions or displays typical of humans facing death.

Although everyone knew that Elvi, who had instantly developed killing intent, could tear Su Li to pieces at any time, shredding him so thoroughly that not even a single cell would remain in this world.

Cyril’s ever-present vigilance and defense were meaningless in the eyes of his ancestor.

“So, is there anything else you would like to ask?”

“If it’s something I know, I’m willing to answer it for you at any time.”

Monster beast civilization...

Monster beast civilization!

These four words on his lips, at this moment, were like broken glass being silently chewed, and even if they pierced his mouth and made it bleed profusely, he would swallow it all.

“Tell me, where is the so-called Pope of Light, and the raven that gave Na’an the power to control lower-level monster beasts.”

Su Li couldn’t distinguish whether this was a question arising from the desire to avenge a friend, but apart from the correct answer, he still couldn’t give any disguise.

Unless he wanted to die here.

This was the most cruel part.

The premise of struggling for survival is the struggle.

Su Li, who only needed to give the correct answer, was far from struggling. But in terms of death, if Elvi truly developed any desire to destroy him, it wouldn’t be just Su Li who would die.

At minimum, at the very least, it would be an entire Sadina City...

After reaching level nine, monster beasts possessed wisdom equal to humans... this information, when recalled now, seemed to pierce his brain painfully.

Perhaps due to racial limitations, monster beasts hadn’t progressed in the manner of humans in modern society, but continued to maintain non-human characteristics.

This part of the characteristics, at this moment, could only prove that the high-level monster beasts living in the world, each one, each one had cruel habits far transcending those of humans.

Su Li, at this moment, even with his eyes blindfolded, could feel a bloodthirstiness that couldn’t be described merely as imposing.

He suddenly felt somewhat ashamed, ashamed that he couldn’t face this fear alongside Cyril.

But then he felt it didn’t matter.

Because...

Elvi’s attention was destined to remain focused on him.

Like the story of One Thousand and One Nights, where the girl constantly enticed the king with new stories, ensuring he wouldn’t kill her.

Now Su Li also told Elvi, “The Pope of Light is already dead, as for the Raven...”

“Out of a comrade’s mindset, I’d like to ask, what would you do to him if you met the Raven?”

Questioning was a right that Elvi had granted to Su Li from the beginning, and Su Li naturally would make good use of it.

But what Su Li received was another question.

“What I’d like to know more is how the Pope of Light who acquiesced to all this happening... that cunning figure, died.”

“It better be an absurdly amusing story, enough to make me laugh out loud, otherwise what might happen, I can’t be certain either.”

Elvi’s tone again possessed “humanity,” but this part of humanity was more like a high and mighty god occasionally showing mercy to the mortal world.

If the mortal world couldn’t offer everything she wanted, then the flood symbolizing disaster would surge forth.

“Then this story, let me tell you on the way to find the Raven.”

“But before that, I hope there are enough soft cushions in the carriage in Jisuo Town.”

Su Li “looked up” at Elvi. The youth, with his eyes covered by white silk, was still handsome.

When his green eyes were visible, they gave him a beauty transcending human norms, making him appear like a fantasy fairy from the forest visiting the mortal world. But when those eyes were covered, people’s gazes would involuntarily turn to his lips.

A faint, slight smile, so subtle it would be overlooked if not carefully observed, hung at the corner of his mouth.

Pale lips, slender neck.

Elvi could make them paler, break them decisively, at any time.

Desire for control.

This was the first trap that Su Li, in a position of weakness, had set for the dragon who came from nowhere and was heading to unknown destinations.

Elvi snickered, the armor on her body that Cyril could see made metallic sounds as they collided with each other.

Cyril’s pupils contracted to pin-points at this moment.

He couldn’t even run away...

But next, Cyril saw Elvi saying, “Relax, before I get everything I want to know, I won’t kill you... all of you.”

Su Li of course heard the hesitation represented by “all of you.”

The behavior of mentally modeling monster beasts was a habit that developed after he came to the Beast Forest.

Su Li, not being a modeler, didn’t communicate much with modelers who belonged to the same gaming industry. But he had more than once undertaken the task of assigning information concepts to constructed models.

For example, character profiling.

What kind of dragon was Elvi?

Cyril was a wind elementalist, and so was Elvi.

The former’s control over wind was just control over the element, while the latter’s control over wind was dominion over both the element and the concept of wind.

She had taken this to the extreme.

But there was absolutely no need to use this extremity on a youth who had gone blind due to stress.

Elvi did this simply because she had extremely strong control over herself.

What this control brought to others was, to her, completely irrelevant.

And this control included the rational level.

But a monster beast’s rationality couldn’t possibly be equated with human rationality.

Elvi remained an uncontrollable existence.

All Su Li could do was to silently weave the outermost outline of a spider’s web in places she hadn’t discovered.

But...

Sitting in the same space as a giant dragon was a scene that no one except Su Li could accept.

Cyril, in the carriage, fell into a state that couldn’t be accurately defined as either coma or fainting.

His body couldn’t move, his rationality infinitely compressed.

And the person guarding this carriage carrying an ordinary youth and a lady dragon was Dean Asa, who originally could have fled very quickly riding a “griffin.”

He patiently listened for any movement inside the carriage but heard nothing.

Then he only communicated with the black-robed person beside him by writing.

He “said”: “You need to explain everything that’s happening now to the people in that small building before they lose control. Also, warn them not to try to disrupt any situation that the child has guided.”

The black-robed person silently questioned: “I only learned about the concept of monster beast civilization not long ago. Even before today, I always had doubts about this fact. Are you sure, or can you be certain, that the current situation is truly under that child’s control?”

“Of course I’m certain,” Dean Asa stared at the eye area of the black-robed person, concealed by a wide, large robe, and said, “When it comes to protecting humans, I will never question Su Li.”

“That child” expressed intimacy, revealing information about a close relationship. And addressing by name meant that Su Li, as a person, in the eyes of outsiders, was at least on the same level as Dean Asa.

“I understand,” the black-robed person opened his mouth, but ultimately withdrew his new question.

He chose to rush towards Sadina City at a speed far exceeding that of the carriage.

The reason for not using Dean Asa’s “griffin” was that no one could be certain that a dragon would allow another creature to fly over its head.

Sadina City.

The people who had just received news that a giant dragon had appeared in the Beast Forest were desperate to teleport directly to Jisuo Town.

Especially Egbert, who felt like his brain had been struck head-on by thunder when he first received this news.

His out-of-control roaring voice shouted in the small building first. “I must go save Lord Su Li!”

“Damn training activity, Lord Su Li had no need to participate at all!”

Lan Zhe, with an expression full of irritation, said, “You weren’t saying this before.”

But Euphia’s gaze was sharp. “Don’t argue about these things here. I don’t want to find my house smashed by useless residents after Su Li escapes danger.”

“Also, you’d better calm down.”

After this conversation ended, the black-robed person who had used all his strength to hurry there, just happened to knock on the door.

Lan Zhe, who went to open the door with an irritated mood, was stunned on the spot.

With a speed that others couldn’t react to, he slammed the door shut and then said through the door. “I’m sorry, I don’t have the energy to receive you now.”

The black-robed person outside: ......

He didn’t know whether to be angry or amused, but he didn’t give the person inside any time for hesitation or entanglement, directly kicking the door open.

Lan Zhe finally held the teetering door panel with one hand while looking at the black-robed person.

“I don’t want to know the reason you’re here, because I have more important things to do now. I hope you won’t assign me any tasks in the future. And, no matter how important that task is, delay it for me!”

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“Is that so?” An elderly voice sounded from under the black felt hat.

Lan Zhe was about to reply when he heard the black-robed person say, “What if what I want you to do is related to Su Li right now?”

Lan Zhe was stunned.

Egbert, who had heard the name, rushed from the living room to the entrance first.

“What do you have to say about Lord Su Li?” Egbert questioned.

Although before this question was asked, he had already noticed the massive dark element gathering on the black-robed person, unconcealed.

At this moment, the person wearing the black robe took off his hat.

It was a face that looked old enough to be associated with the word elderly.

The person wearing the black robe was the Dark Pope——

He was an existence from the same era as Dean Asa.

At this time, the identity that no one cared about made the Dark Pope sigh in his heart, but he didn’t beat around the bush and said directly, “The giant dragon that appeared seems to be related to the Crystal Winged Dragon that died in Jisuo Town before.”

“Asa told me to tell you not to try to disrupt any situation that Su Li has guided.”

“Crystal Winged Dragon... Na’an...” Egbert murmured, but in the next second, he uncontrollably widened his eyes.

Euphia and Lan Zhe said Egbert’s thoughts aloud in unison.

“That’s Cyril’s ancestor!”

But why was the dragon’s attention on Su Li?

This was destined to be a question that couldn’t be answered in the short term.

On the road from Jisuo Town to Sadina City.

Su Li told Elvi, who was leaning against the not-so-magnificent carriage yet sitting as if on a throne, “In the end, the Pope of Light, who designed countless conspiracies, died at the hands of the woman who deeply loved him.”

The meaning of Daphne flowers is auspiciousness, but this type of flower, in front of the dragon, at this time symbolized only an omen of disaster.

Elvi Bessemer, a dragon whose true form was over a hundred meters long, was now in human form, expressionlessly facing the blindfolded youth, emitting sounds of laughter.

“This is truly a...”

“Third-rate story.”