The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 46 - Fantasy Novel

Because Su Li ate too much for his late-night snack, when he woke up the next day and learned that others had found out what they had done for each other last night and were now at odds, he felt as lazy as a salted fish, completely unmotivated.

Someone brought up. “We agreed not to give him rice.”

Cyril coughed and looked away, but still stubbornly said, “You might be able to watch him go hungry, but I can’t.”

“Besides, Su Li is still growing. If you want him to experience growing pains during his growth period, then pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re talking as if others would be happy to see Su Li experience growing pains.” Lan Zhe shot daggers at Cyril with his eyes.

Lan Zhe had only discovered early this morning that he wasn’t the first one to deliver things last night.

The center of discussion remained very calm.

While they were exchanging glares out of respect, Su Li said, “The fact that you all thought of the same thing proves that you all care about me.”

Family members speak the same language.

“I’ve accepted all your kind intentions, so there’s no point in returning anything.”

Su Li’s instinct kept him from getting involved in the debate about who was first and who was last.

If one were to say this matter wasn’t worth caring about, those who did care would feel awkward. If one were to say it was worth caring about, those who came later would feel awkward.

So it’s better to act as if nothing happened.

“Besides, having enough food makes people feel from the bottom of their hearts that everything within sight can be relied upon.”

Lan Zhe let out a light snort, and while taking notes, didn’t forget to respond.

“I hope it’s as you say.”

Su Li, feeling his “master of mediation” skill level rising rapidly, quietly prepared the basic supplies needed for the elementalist academy, then decisively avoided what would surely be a tumultuous breakfast time.

After Su Li had been wandering leisurely on the street for a short while, Cyril’s figure, enhanced by wind elements, arrived at his side.

Su Li looked at him with good humor and said, “I really thought I would have to go hungry last night.”

Cyril stared straight ahead at the ground while walking. “Being hungry feels terrible, so no matter what, I won’t let you experience that feeling again.”

Growing pains was just an excuse Cyril made up to prevent Lan Zhe from adding more training in the name of exercise.

His focus had always been on the notion that letting Su Li go hungry was practically a sin.

Su Li naturally followed up with, “Because you’ve been caught in the rain yourself, you want to hold an umbrella for me?”

“Cyril is indeed a good child.”

This casual praise came from Su Li’s observation that Cyril wasn’t very good at handling compliments.

This time was no different – Cyril quickened his pace and walked more than ten steps before slightly turning his head to respond to Su Li’s words.

“This is also because you gave me the chance to be a good child.”

Otherwise, with all the incidents that happened in Jisuo Town, Cyril didn’t believe he could have survived in such dangerous circumstances.

If he hadn’t awakened his bloodline, it would have been fine – at most, he would have died in obscurity. If he had awakened his bloodline, he probably would have been beheaded in front of everyone.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed all the current goodness stemmed from that initial moment when Su Li casually took him along.

Arriving at the academy.

The curly-haired blonde teacher’s class still left Su Li bewildered.

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But when he noticed the teacher wanted him to say something, hoping to trigger another miracle like on the first day of school, Su Li deliberately played dead and told him directly, “The extension of imagination depends on individual thought processes, not on my random fabrications.”

The rejected teacher wasn’t disappointed, but silently assigned Su Li extra homework.

After all, this student was different from others – while other students could practice in various ways, he alone couldn’t practice at all.

Thinking about this, even the curly-haired teacher wondered just how black-hearted Dean Asa was to charge Su Li higher tuition fees than regular students.

So she unconsciously paid even more attention to him.

But Su Li would rather not have this attention.

Perhaps regardless of which world or era, teachers’ attention to students always results in… more homework.

Su Li stared at the book “The Birth of Elements” before him – thick enough to use as a brick and heavy enough to knock someone unconscious – and fell into confusion.

It was like modern students questioning the practical use of mathematics in their daily lives.

Unlike mathematics, which actually has practical applications and future value,

“The Birth of Elements” was, to Su Li, just flowery words forcefully compiled into a book of excessive praise about gods.

When Qi came to find him after class and saw the book, he silently dealt another blow to Su Li’s already heavy heart.

“The teacher’s purpose in giving you this book isn’t to teach you ways to praise the gods, but rather to learn from the sincerity of those who praise the gods in it.”

“If you’re referring to people shaving their leg hair in the temple while saying they want to meet the gods in their cleanest state…”

Qi: ……

Cyril: “Stop reading this stuff.”

Even the highest IQ couldn’t withstand this kind of fantasy novel that had spread across the continent and was treated by everyone as unofficial history.

Su Li finally quietly stuffed it into his bag.

Not long ago, the golden-haired teacher told them in class, “The school has given you a three-day break.”

“Including weekends, that’s five days total.”

“Not because of any holiday, but in case the defensive formation in Jisuo Town suddenly fails, you’ll need time to collect your family members’ corpses.”

Before class ended, someone whispered. “Let’s put a sack over Hai Ye’s head and beat him up, he’s really getting more and more offensive.”

Hai Ye was the golden-haired curly teacher.

Whether he got sacked or not was unknown, but Su Li and Cyril, who were preparing to go home, witnessed Qi getting grabbed with a sack over his head at the school gate as they were about to part ways.

Su Li: !

Just how popular is kidnapping as a business in this world?

The next second, he jumped directly onto Cyril’s back.

“Quick, chase them!”

Cyril: ……

“Don’t suddenly jump on me like that!” He was so startled he almost threw Su Li off.

“But if we waste time wondering how to catch up, we’ll lose them.” While being carried on Cyril’s back, Su Li held onto his neck with one hand while bravely gathering his hair with the other to prevent it from whipping their faces.

It was really hard to imagine Qi getting caught with a sack over his head like this.

At the academy, he was the type of hardworking student. Teachers might think the efforts of those lacking talent were futile, but they wouldn’t mock him.

Most classmates were impressed by his perseverance, only lamenting that Qi was unlucky not to have been dealt a better hand at birth. Thus, Su Li and Cyril couldn’t imagine how someone like him could be kidnapped.

And in broad daylight, no less.

Su Li reacted quickly, instantly weighing the risks of running back to the building for help versus chasing after them with Cyril, and decisively jumped onto Cyril’s back to pursue together.

At this moment, Cyril, with his wind element dragon bloodline, managed to trail the kidnappers from a distance with strength that adults would consider unremarkable.

They dared not get too close, fearing that being discovered would turn their rescue attempt into a suicide mission.

Until the kidnappers finally stopped.

They landed in a place Su Li had never known existed in Sadina City.

Now, the two children hiding behind crude stone walls as cover heard words carried by the wind.

“Your Highness, First Prince of Amikbi, pleased to meet you.”

Before they could marvel at their friend’s apparently remarkable identity, they saw the person in the distance theatrically cover his left chest with his right hand, bow, then straighten up and say, “As this country’s heir, surely you must feel resentful about being stripped of your status and being exiled.”

“We appear before you to propose cooperation.”

Qi’s cold voice responded. “Someone who kidnaps me in public shouldn’t speak such laughable words.”

The golden-haired teacher’s talent for sarcasm had somewhat rubbed off on his student.

“Your words truly sadden us.”

“As a nation’s heir, stripped of your status due to poor talent, don’t you feel grief? Before your talent was tested in childhood, many claimed you were exceptionally gifted.”

Qi: “Stop with the pointless talk. What’s your real purpose?”

“I- no, we should say, we have developed the ability to transfer elemental talent.”

At this moment, all three children’s hearts trembled at these words.

“Don’t you want your brother’s talent transferred to you, to reclaim your heir status and rule supreme?”

The speaker displayed a nauseating posture of devotion, as if wanting to grovel at Qi’s feet.

“If you truly possessed such ability, you’d be welcomed as an honored guest anywhere.”

“Suddenly approaching an exiled prince like me suggests you’re not looking to share some amazing discovery, but rather seeking an experimental subject.”

Deep in Qi’s heart, a voice kept screaming to agree or at least probe whether this was true.

But even so, the image of that elf-like beautiful youth, his words and actions, remained vivid in his mind.

Elemental talent wasn’t absolute.

Someone with zero affinity was still today criticizing the book he was supposed to study thoroughly as an insult to intelligence.

So how dare this person insult his intelligence with such obviously false information?

Did they really think him foolish enough to believe anything?

Even if this were possible, he didn’t believe he needed it.

There was no need to probe further – Qi believed he would definitely find his own unique path in life.

That worm-like man suddenly dropped his nauseating pretense of devotion. Standing up, he looked down at Qi, who was bound hand and foot and could only look up at him, and said coldly, “You will understand what the right path is.”

“Someone, come.”