The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 37 - The Return of Master Mediator

Roy’s world was empty.

From the moment his wife left him, he felt he had returned to his former life at rock bottom, where no light could be seen.

Having gained light, then losing it.

According to common wisdom, he should have completely fallen into decay and never recovered.

But now, a child stood before him, reaching out his hand.

This wasn’t salvation for salvation’s sake.

Even now, Roy couldn’t clearly see his own reflection in Su Li’s eyes.

As Su Li said, his desire for Roy to live was purely his own selfish wish.

But this made it easier for Roy to accept everything.

Because he didn’t have to face a saint who genuinely wanted to save him, making him feel guilty about choosing death when he was already unable to decide between life and death.

Nor did he have to face the heartfelt joy after being saved by a saint – that would have left him speechless.

Only now.

Roy stared at the hand before him, silent for a long time.

Just when Su Li began doubting whether his judgment was correct, Roy took his hand.

“You’re right,” Roy said, gripping Su Li’s hand and pulling. Before Su Li could fall, Roy quickly stood up straight, holding Su Li’s wrist high to help him regain balance.

Deep down, he seriously thought that he shouldn’t die again bearing the name “Roy.”

However, this two-star mercenary who no longer wanted to die also didn’t want to see his young employer surrounded by more troublesome people in the future.

Looking around at the “Holy Son Fun Squad” trio, how many normal people were there? Roy surveyed them before decisively averting his gaze.

It truly hurt his eyes.

While Su Li was bewildered, Roy showed a smile that wasn’t particularly joyful but no longer filled with death.

Light had returned to his eyes.

As for Su Li, who had been through all this…

Just be human.

Su Li forcefully shook off Roy’s hand, while the latter was grabbed by the collar by Egbert, who threatened, “You should just hurry up and die, how dare you act this way toward Lord Su Li, hurry up and apologize to the God of Light… no wait, hurry up and apologize to whatever god may or may not exist, you scum!”

Roy’s pleading look was deliberately ignored by Su Li.

Someone who no longer wants to die will eventually understand that living poorly is better than dying well.

So it seemed perfectly reasonable to let the former Son of Light, who had achieved enlightenment (and become increasingly eccentric), provide some guidance on his life path.

And now…

It was time for the Master Mediator.

Su Li quietly walked to Lan Zhe’s side.

“This isn’t a good story at all, is it?”

When Lan Zhe saw Su Li voluntarily walking in his direction, his body had already begun to tense up.

When the person actually reached his side, Lan Zhe’s slightly open palm clenched into a tight fist.

And what Su Li really wanted to talk about wasn’t the story that happened to Roy, but rather…

“Why does this world allow such unpleasant stories to exist?”

“You know, only third-rate theaters show third-rate plays.”

Su Li kicked at the ground and continued. “I don’t like the Church of Light, not because I dislike organizations that promote goodness and justice, but because I dislike the internal rot and filth.”

“Like how you were hunted as a child, how Egbert was schemed against, and how Roy lost the most important person in his life because of these schemes. The death of the Crystal Winged Dragon…”

“Even Diz, who seems odd but truly practices the principles of light, would tacitly accept the Cardinal’s death plan…”

“What is right? What is wrong? What’s the root of the problem? I don’t know any of it.” Su Li opened his palm, looking at it.

The lines were clear, the details vivid, all proving this world’s reality.

But it seemed something was still missing.

“You don’t need to tell me these things, and I don’t want to know,” Lan Zhe turned his face away.

Actually, he no longer hated Roy as much now.

If Na’an, who left behind that gem, had no regrets, then what right did he, a mere human who wasn’t even a monster beast, have to add unnecessary complications?

But having such thoughts already showed his resentment.

Resentment and hatred often go together, but they’re often completely different emotions.

Lan Zhe mostly blamed himself.

If he hadn’t gone looking for that herb, hadn’t tried to speed up the Crystal Winged Dragon hatchling’s incubation, had stayed by Na’an’s side…

If he had his current strength back then, would he have had to face Na’an’s husband being surrounded and killed?

People always have regrets.

“Whether you want to know and whether I want to say are two different things.”

Lan Zhe no longer wanted to oppose Roy, and Su Li wasn’t worried about Lan Zhe suddenly jumping up to beat him.

“I just want to tell you, Lan Zhe, it’s good that you weren’t killed by the Church’s assassins at the beginning. It’s good that you met Na’an’s husband, and when you were ignorant about monster beasts’ ferocity, you were saved by a humane beast. Even later, meeting Na’an, meeting Egbert, meeting me…or perhaps I should say me meeting you.”

“I think meeting you was really good,” Su Li said with complete sincerity.

He looked at Lan Zhe’s jawline and said calmly, “So, if you want to blame yourself, why not blame me instead? After all, I’m an elementally insulated being without any elemental affinity.”

Lan Zhe’s eye twitched as he turned his head sharply. “What’s the connection between these two things?”

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Su Li looked at him disapprovingly.

“My mere existence is considered original sin to many people.”

Lan Zhe didn’t comment on this statement, instead turning to look at Egbert behind Su Li, saying with mixed feelings. “Do you dare to turn around and look at Egbert?”

When there are closer people, don’t always focus attention on him.

The Dark Holy Son felt his palms trembling.

So he decisively turned with a disdainful look toward Egbert, who had thrown Roy aside and was grinding his teeth.

The former Son of Light’s expression made it clear he was resenting, even hating, whatever existence he thought had corrupted Su Li.

“Anyone who dares to view Lord Su Li as evil should be thrown into the sea to wash their brain!”

That was probably what he meant.

Though Lan Zhe thought Egbert was the one who needed his brain washed in the sea.

Su Li didn’t turn around.

Looking directly at a pervert was too painful for the eyes, and he didn’t want to do that right now.

His focus was still on Lan Zhe.

Su Li spent three seconds appearing to be in deep thought, then suddenly said as if struck by inspiration. “You didn’t drag Egbert into this because you were feeling shy, did you?”

Lan Zhe exploded instantly. “Don’t be ridiculous, how could I possibly feel embarrassed about those words? If you who said those things aren’t embarrassed, why would you say I’m shy?”

“As they say, as long as I don’t feel awkward, everyone else is the awkward one.”

“As long as I claim the Earth, everyone will have to carry trains and fly to Mars.”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Lan Zhe was still being stubborn, but his red ears had already revealed much.

No one had ever said such things to him before.

Mainly because most normal people would be too embarrassed to say such things.

Lan Zhe firmly thought that the problem definitely wasn’t with himself.

And turned to glare at Egbert again.

How dare you make that face, thinking others corrupted this child – wasn’t it your own perversion that corrupted him?

The Dark Holy Son’s internal monologue had become so extensive that Egbert was confused.

“Why are you glaring at me?”

“No reason. Want to fight?”

“Bring it!”

This suffocatingly awkward conversation made Su Li sincerely grateful that everyone was still the same.

The rainbow was still in the sky.

People were scattering below.

But…

“I’m grateful we’re still living in this world today, which isn’t perfect but is still striving for beauty.”

As soon as Su Li finished speaking, Egbert was slapped flying by Lan Zhe right in front of him, then with a bloody face, pulled out paper and pen from his pocket and recorded these words.

Su Li: ???

Cyril sighed. “Every time I see Su Li make that expression, I feel like he’s looking at some non-human creature he can’t understand.”

Diz pondered deeply. “But I think that while Su Li might find everyone’s behavior leaving him speechless, he’s not actually angry – he’s just genuinely at a loss for words.”

“Deep down he probably has thoughts like ‘It’s so wonderful that everyone is still here.'” Diz turned to look at Cyril. “Speaking of which, young man, can’t you see that Su Li’s eyes are filled with a unique tolerance for everyone and the entire world?”

“Rather than calling me ‘God of Light’s Agent on Earth’ or ‘Son of God’ or whatever, those titles would be more fitting for Su Li – he seems much more suited to them than I am.”

“His strength lies in his self-restraint, not his combat ability,” Diz decisively concluded his lengthy analysis.

“No, I don’t think he’s thinking that deeply about it,” Cyril’s mouth twitched, truly understanding why Su Li always looked like he didn’t want to face Diz.

“You have to believe me, he really is thinking that deeply,” Diz looked disapprovingly at Cyril. “The speed of human thought far exceeds the word-by-word presentation in our minds. Being able to describe Su Li’s thoughts through language now is already an honor.”

“I deeply feel that perhaps before long, I won’t be able to keep up with Su Li’s thinking anymore.”

Cyril couldn’t help but let out a “tsk.”

And said loudly with complete sincerity. “He really isn’t thinking that deeply!”

However, in the end, Cyril could only watch as Diz, wearing an expression of “I don’t care what you think, I care what I think,” walked over to Su Li’s side.

Ugh!

Cyril’s outstretched hand couldn’t stop him in time, and he saw that in his line of sight, Su Li, who had originally looked unwilling to accept this, once again wore an expression that seemed to say “this place is truly hell.”