The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 15 - Letter of Opinion

Su Li lowered his hand and raised his head, looking at the Lion’s Club leader with an incredibly calm gaze.

The Lion’s Club leader couldn’t detect any signs of vigilance or caution in his eyes. Su Li looked at him the same way he would look at passersby on the street, without any difference.

But for the Lion’s Club leader, a person without elemental affinity shouldn’t be so bold as to look directly at someone who could easily kill him, no matter how many guards were around.

Yet, that was exactly the case.

The green-eyed youth poured himself a cup of warm milk, seemingly to ease the burning in his stomach. But this ordinary attitude instinctively made people feel that he viewed everything they were about to discuss as commonplace.

“Whether Sadina City is in chaos or not doesn’t really affect someone like me who lives on the margins,” Su Li said slowly after taking a sip of milk. “As long as the bakery doesn’t close and the grocery store remains open, all your conflicts with Euphia are like clouds on the horizon, separated from me by the entire sky.”

“To be honest, I don’t care about the struggles between you,” Su Li saw clearly. “As long as you keep the premise that ‘anyone could be the person posting a mission’ in the right place, the fighting won’t spread to civilians.”

“So, how about sitting quietly and listening to what I, an outsider with no vested interests or obvious involvement in the events, have to say?”

These words seemed righteous, but when Su Li’s eyes glanced slightly towards the plain plate on the table, it revealed his concern about potential compensation and the money that would be wasted on replacing furniture if it were damaged.

However, to everyone else, Su Li holding the glass of milk with both hands appeared to be deliberately focusing his gaze on something irrelevant.

Su Li himself didn’t know that when his green eyes stared at others, it always brought an inexplicable sense of pressure to those being watched.

Perhaps due to his youth, Su Li’s eyes seemed excessively clear, but once this clarity was accompanied by that sense of pressure, it always gave people a feeling… as if they had been completely seen through by him.

Now was no exception.

Even the Lion’s Club leader believed that Su Li’s act of averting his gaze was to give him some space for thought, rather than trying to intimidate him.

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But as Su Li had said earlier, being in an environment where everyone around could potentially become an enemy, the Lion’s Club leader actually had no other choice.

For a moment, the Lion’s Club leader directly regarded Su Li as an extremely clever person who would use everything around him to expand his influence.

He might not have power, and his appearance was just that of a child, but these simple, plain tones and the shifting of his gaze made it impossible for the Lion’s Club leader to underestimate Su Li any longer.

In such an environment where everyone was eyeing him covetously, there was only one way to maintain one’s composure and demeanor, and that was to say with self-restraint, “Go ahead and speak.”

He subtly raised his chin.

Euphia clicked her tongue, disgusted by his inability to let go of his pride.

Only after the Lion’s Club leader agreed did Su Li slowly adopt the serious attitude he had when facing clients before his transmigration.

“The purpose of establishing the Lion’s Club was to take on war missions, while the core of the reforms Euphia and her group intend to implement for the Mercenary Alliance is to avoid the creation of large-scale war missions, so that mercenaries don’t have to face life-and-death crises with every mission they accept.” This was the main premise.

The Lion’s Club leader, appearing impatient and wanting to regain control of the conversation, said at this moment. “There’s no need to state these obvious facts that everyone knows.”

But in the next moment, the cutlery on the table was already in Egbert’s hand, pressed against his throat.

His tone was icy. “When Su Li is speaking, you just need to listen carefully.”

Su Li had no intention of stopping Egbert’s actions. Easily changing someone else’s individual consciousness would make them form a habit, gradually transforming into a state where whatever he said would be accepted without question. Interacting with people isn’t like training dogs; that’s not good at all.

Su Li just glanced indifferently at the Lion’s Club leader, then crossed his hands on the table, resting his chin on them as he continued. “The profits from war missions, though far greater than other tasks, come with an unusually high mortality rate. Normally, after obtaining the mission’s reward, a portion of the money is immediately set aside to compensate the families of mercenaries who have died.”

“However!”

“Before having a clear organization, most mercenaries often acted alone. In situations where they didn’t even know each other’s names, often using only a characteristic as a form of address, even if someone suddenly died, this compensation money probably couldn’t correctly reach their family’s hands. Therefore, in my view, so-called war missions are just a form of means for the upper echelons to accumulate wealth or trade resources using mercenaries’ lives.”

The lives of lone wolves are completely worthless.

This information seemed obvious to the Lion’s Club leader, and even Euphia hadn’t considered this almost “trivial” detail when planning to reform the Mercenary Alliance.

The former didn’t understand that this was a form of cruelty, while the latter had never directly faced such cruelty.

However, Su Li’s act of continuing the topic without making any move to stop Egbert’s actions made the Lion’s Club leader increasingly aware of the blade’s sharp chill against his neck, and even felt a bone-chilling coldness rising up his back.

It was as if a shadow that had never been noticed before was suddenly exposed under the lamplight, forcing him to face it directly.

“Reforming the existing system, for those who benefit from it, or even for those who haven’t realized they benefit from it, might seem like a unilateral, uncalled-for action. But looking at the overall situation…”

Su Li held the cup of milk in his hand, his expression somber.

“Which mercenary would fully trust their companions during a war mission?”

“To give the simplest example, if my companion has no family, then after their death, there’s no one to compensate. So the reward we earned together, if they die… would all belong to me.”

But looking at past situations, mercenaries’ wariness of those around them wasn’t based on the possibility of murder for treasure, but on the fact that strangers couldn’t be trusted.

The reason for this lack of trust was simply that no one knew what unfamiliar people might do, good or bad…

In the end, this one-sided vigilance was defined as not betting on human nature.

Su Li wasn’t sure if this was intentionally guided or something else, but it made his scalp tingle.

It was too superficial, as superficial as leaves floating on a lake’s surface. It seemed to carry the melancholy of autumn winds sweeping across, but the lake bottom was full of silt that had been rotting for who knows how long.

This was a kind of sophistry that completely defied common sense in terms of consciousness, yet was taken for granted by everyone.

“The extremely high mortality rate of mercenaries isn’t just due to the dangers of war, but more often due to murder by those around them.”

Su Li occasionally pondered the reason for the existence of mercenaries.

The slogan in the Alliance was very clear; they were a group of people who chose loyalty for the sake of freedom.

But what if freedom didn’t exist at all?

Unable to get money, unable to go to a tavern and have a mug of ale as they wish, listen to bards tell strange yet meaningful stories, or passionately face off against monsters in the beast forest or other races in direct combat.

All these possibilities that might have existed were completely erased by the derivative things bestowed by the concept of war missions.

Mercenaries yearning for freedom mostly died before they could touch the freedom they were about to reach.

Lone wolves didn’t get to enjoy the peace that belonged to them alone, and in the end, they didn’t even know how they died.

Su Li quietly drank the remaining milk in his cup, leaving a long time for those around him to ponder what his words meant.

Simply put, he wanted to tell everyone present one thing.

However you fight amongst yourselves, it essentially has nothing to do with me.

Whether this statement was cold or not, it was also an undeniable fact.

Su Li, not being a mercenary himself, was to some extent also one of the beneficiaries. Because the clients of mercenaries were those who issued tasks, who could be nobles or commoners. So the conflicts between mercenaries would definitely not easily involve these two groups of people.

But this reform was bound to involve these two groups.

The Lion’s Club leader, originally a three-star mercenary, should have been one of those obstructing Euphia’s reforms, and by the same logic, he was also tied to the nobility.

In this situation, Su Li represented the side of ordinary people who were about to ally with Euphia and would issue large-scale ordinary tasks.

And those war missions that were issued, inciting conflicts between factions, establishing resource distribution with blood, and using mercenaries’ lives to determine status…

They essentially held no meaning for the mercenaries themselves, who couldn’t enjoy the resources or obtain noble status.

Fundamentally, Su Li’s sharing of these one-sided determinations was just to give them more to consider in the bigger picture, to make the coming changes more stable and harmonious.

In simple terms, this one-sided personal dialogue was more like a letter dropped into the suggestion box outside the top boss’s office by a working person.

Whether it would be glanced at twice before being thrown in the trash, or swept away without even being looked at… Su Li couldn’t be sure. He could only hope that his dining table would survive this conversation.

Su Li, deeply sighing at the hardships of working people, rubbed his fingertips on the cup, then said with a sigh. “People may act as tools, but they must never cease to view themselves as human.”

This single sentence jolted everyone present awake.

The Lion’s Club leader even felt a chill throughout his body, as if he had been suddenly thrown into an icy, snowy landscape in the middle of summer. Wolves and white foxes surrounded him, but because their color blended with the environment, the human standing in the scene had no idea that danger was so close.

As long as they still held the identity of mercenaries, they were all victims, all tools in the hands of the nobility.

This point was realized by both Euphia and the Lion’s Club leader.

This shock, along with thoughts never before encountered, made the Lion’s Club leader lower his head, abandon the burden that shouldn’t have existed in the first place, and completely humble himself. He looked at the ground and said with extreme reverence. “I despise the shallow self I was before I truly understood you.”

Su Li was stunned for a moment. “Huh?”