The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 3 - He Sure has an Active Imagination
Before Egbert became a Son of Light, that bishop was the most likely candidate to inherit the Pope’s position.
Later, the city Egbert was managing faced a crisis of beast invasion. As the administrator, Egbert lost great virtue and was deemed unfit to be a Son of Light by that bishop.
During this period, Egbert vaguely discovered something was amiss and tried to investigate the truth behind the beast invasion. However, he was ostracized, suppressed, and even harmed by many civilians in the city he managed.
It got to the point where he would have rotten eggs thrown at him just walking down the street.
Until someone claiming to kill the traitor appeared.
A rumor also spread among the city’s people.
“Siliqing City is being invaded by beasts because our high and mighty Son of Light administrator tried to become our savior during the beast invasion. He wanted us to be grateful to him after everything was over, so he didn’t inform us in advance to let us prepare our defenses.”
“Our family, friends, and even familiar passersby all died because of him. Egbert is the traitor of Siliqing City! I want to kill the traitor to avenge my friends!”
The moment Egbert learned the truth was when he was driven out of Siliqing City.
Afterwards, there was an endless pursuit. The bishop, seemingly to silence him, even deployed the Order of the Knights of Light. Otherwise, given Egbert’s status as a Son of Light and his matching strength, he wouldn’t have had to flee to Jisuo Town, or even consider entering the Beast Forest to avoid danger.
As a result, he ended up in Sadina City, the hometown of mercenaries, in a daze.
After the story was told, Cyril was crying his eyes out, looking miserable, and wailing something like, “Poor Brother Eg.”
Egbert was momentarily caught between laughter and tears.
However, he didn’t forget to emphasize, “My name is Egbert, not just Eg.”
Then, the truly unfortunate Son of Light turned his gaze to Su Li.
Compared to Cyril’s headache-inducing reaction, Egbert was actually more interested in what Su Li might think.
Somehow, Egbert instinctively felt that Su Li, whom he had brought back from the beggars, was special.
He might have some different perspectives and reactions.
However, Egbert got nothing.
Under his expectant gaze, Su Li strangely asked, “What are you looking at?”
“I’m waiting to see what you think about what happened to me.”
“If you want an opinion…” Su Li deliberately kept him in suspense, and when Egbert looked at him with even more expectant eyes, he unhesitatingly poured cold water, “Of course I have no opinion.”
Su Li truly didn’t understand why Egbert’s gaze turned disappointed in that instant.
“Why would you expect a beggar who used to live in a pile of rags, not knowing where his next meal would come from, to sympathize with a Son of Light who has always lived in a church sanctuary that’s like heaven?”
The beggar Su Li didn’t understand, and the apathetic Su Li understood even less.
So even though he noticed a hint of displeasure in Egbert’s eyes, Su Li still had no reaction.
Cyril’s instincts made him tremble again.
He sensed a strange yet equally powerful clash of auras.
Until Su Li’s next words were spoken without any emotion.
“When you expect pity from others, trying to see righteous indignation and empathy in them, it means you’re a thorough loser.”
“A complete failure,” Su Li blinked, remembering that this world doesn’t speak English.
Egbert froze on the spot.
He did have a unique feeling about Su Li, who seemed unlike ordinary children, appearing to represent wisdom and intelligence. But after being confronted with Su Li’s words, he vaguely realized that even if he was being hunted by the Order of the Knights of Light, hurt by former comrades he once cared about, a Son of Light never needed sympathy from others.
He had belittled himself and degraded himself.
Su Li gave Egbert enough time to think, and during this time, he had already informed the inn’s staff to serve them a large table of food.
Cyril sat down at the table, looking timidly at Egbert who had been standing there motionless for a long time. He actually felt that Egbert was like himself when he hesitated for thirty seconds earlier, except the Son of Light was hesitating for much longer.
“Are we really going to eat without waiting for the Son of Light?”
Su Li looked at Cyril’s blue eyes, which resembled those of a puppy less than a month old, rubbed his chin, and said honestly, “Although I don’t know why he has that ‘I’ve come to terms with it’ expression, my intuition tells me he probably needs more time to operate that brain of his that has been a decoration for many years.”
No way, right?
Surely a wage slave (Su Li) wouldn’t empathize with a capitalist (Egbert)?
Perhaps this thought seemed extremely harsh, but Su Li could only feel that Egbert had indeed abandoned his brain.
Assuming the Pope and Egbert were on the same side, he could have chosen to find ways to report and explain his situation when he was being hunted. Whether the other side believed him or not, people on the same side would instinctively have a preference for such thoughts.
If the Pope wasn’t on Egbert’s side, it would mean there was probably another Son of Light the Pope favored more. In this case, reporting wouldn’t be a problem either, because the Pope couldn’t abandon a temporary shield that was publicly placed.
Hastily establishing a new shield would only put the person they valued more in an unknown crisis.
In simple terms, from an identity perspective, Su Li as a beggar couldn’t understand why anyone would want consolation from a beggar. And from a rational perspective, Su Li really couldn’t judge whether Egbert was genuinely stupid or pretending to be.
The only insignificant bit of emotion wasn’t enough to salvage the current situation where he might be implicated and killed.
Su Li initially only saw Egbert as a good person, or even a sucker.
His initial thought was just to use words and actions to show his uniqueness, to satisfy the other’s curiosity, and in exchange, to go live in a more peaceful place.
The current situation is that the sucker is indeed a sucker, but also an idiot being hunted by the second-in-command of the world’s largest organization.
Moreover, Egbert himself had a naivety that shouldn’t exist at all.
Come on, you’re the person being groomed to be the city’s leader! Whether it’s true or not, after passing the golden stage, you might even be promoted to the position of overall leader.
How can you be so adorable (stupid) to this extent?
But it’s precisely because he’s an idiot that he chose to accept the gold coin he gave out as his own hiring fee.
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Su Li doesn’t dislike Egbert, and it’s precisely because of this that he needs to prepare in advance for how he, who has been revealed to have no elemental affinity, should navigate this high-magic world in the future.
The first point is that Egbert needs to realize the cruelty of this world. Otherwise, as the only person among the three with the ability to resist, he might lose even this ability to resist.
Su Li, physically twelve but mentally thirty, showed a hint of coldness on his face during the meal that he himself didn’t notice.
Cyril shuddered and then saw Su Li saying to him. “This lamb chop is really well-made.”
Cyril: “…That’s Miemie beast ribs, called Miemie meat chops.”
Su ‘Poker Face’ Li: “Oh.”
This indescribable Western fantasy world.
(TL: “咩咩” (miē miē) is an onomatopoeic expression in Chinese that represents the sound made by sheep or goats, similar to “baa” in English.)
As the meal was about to end, Egbert finally came to his senses.
What he seemed to understand was not only that he shouldn’t pray for kindness and pity from others, but also…
Su Li was indeed an extremely smart child, just as he had imagined.
Looking again at Su Li’s face, beautiful to the point of seeming abnormal…
Egbert once again confirmed that he was even wiser than he had imagined.
“I’m very sorry for what I said earlier.” The Son of Light lowered his head without any hesitation.
From the moment he was hunted, from the time he was given unwarranted labels by the city residents he had protected, he might have already given up his identity as a Son of Light, and abandoned the self-respect a Son of Light should have.
But clearly, this was a mistake.
Egbert suddenly remembered the scene not long ago when Su Li stopped Cyril from kneeling and slapping himself as punishment. At that time, Su Li maintained Cyril’s self-respect that Cyril himself hadn’t realized.
Just like now, Su Li, who chose to directly order food and start eating without dwelling on him for long, still maintained Egbert’s last bit of self-respect after he came to his senses.
In Egbert’s heart, the 1.6-meter-tall Su Li now had the presence of a 3.8-meter giant.
However, Su Li, who was gnawing on the lamb… Miemie meat chop, was completely unaware of all this.
Even if he knew, he would only say that Egbert was imagining far too much.
Seeing Egbert awake again, Su Li waved and said, “Come over and eat with us.”
This gesture of turning the guest into the host made Egbert, who already believed he had been enlightened by a person of great wisdom, gradually shift his attitude from “hearing your words is worth ten years of study” respect to “a wise man, hiding his brilliance in plain sight.”
Even if Su Li was once a beggar, he was the most unique, the most glamorous, the most handsome, the most intelligent, the most… countless “mosts” of beggars.
Su Li couldn’t see any special meaning in Egbert’s shining eyes, be it reverence, respect, or awe…
Unless a pie chart was slapped directly on Su Li’s face, he would only think that Egbert’s eyeballs had grown quite large, reflecting light rather intensely.
Egbert sat down, straightened his back, completely imagining Su Li, who was sitting like a salted fish on the long bench, as a sage emanating holy light.
“Thank you for your guidance.”
Su Li: ???
