The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 47 - Rhetoric

The kidnapping plan contained a conspiracy, but the child didn’t take the bait.

Su Li thought he could still negotiate with gold coins, but with one call for backup, he instantly sentenced the other party to life imprisonment in his mind.

Su Li patted Cyril who was carrying him on his back, indicating they could make their appearance.

However, the blue-eyed child didn’t think it was appropriate for them to go out at this moment.

Many adults had appeared in view, and most of them were stronger than him.

Going out at this time would have an unbelievably high probability of getting themselves killed.

Therefore, even though Cyril knew Su Li had a plan, this risk that Su Li would have to bear just by appearing was something Cyril would rather let the kidnappers beat Qi instead.

At least Qi, as the central target, wouldn’t die.

Whether it was cold-hearted or ruthless, Cyril simply refused to let Su Li take the risk.

Su Li noticed this resistance.

After all, when he said they should go out, Cyril held him even tighter on his back. Thus, Su Li could only helplessly say, “I promise I won’t let myself get hurt.”

Cyril didn’t respond, and from his demeanor, he seemed ready to run away with Su Li at any moment.

“Really, I promise.”

“Besides, actively appearing is always better than being passively discovered by them. Having the power of choice is often a way of maintaining initiative.”

Su Li squeezed Cyril’s nape, emphasizing again. “If I let myself get hurt today, I won’t eat a single grain of rice for the next month.”

“You know what that means, right? It’s an oath comparable to a deity entering hell.”

Cyril stiffened his body and said flatly, “You always have your reasons.”

But in the end, he still put Su Li down.

And decided that even if Qi chose a different path in the future, as someone who would definitely achieve something in cultivation, using the excuse of improving each other’s strength to reasonably beat… no, reasonably train the other person, shouldn’t be a problem.

Just like what Lan Zhe did to him.

Su Li adjusted his clothes that had been windblown while on Cyril’s back, and finally put on a smile that people could see but held no particular meaning. He walked with clear footsteps and calmly spoke out just before they were about to lay hands on Qi.

“Stop.”

These mere two words sounded particularly like B-grade movie dialogue, almost making Su Li lose his composure.

When Qi was surrounded by many people, he had already prepared himself for the torture that would follow.

He had considered the possibility that someone would come to save him, but this possibility would only stem from Cyril and Su Li discovering the situation and informing the adults.

Qi had never considered the possibility that Su Li would come himself.

From daily life, it was evident that Cyril maintained a high level of concern for Su Li’s safety.

Under such circumstances, to risk himself like this…

Qi also wanted to fight with Cyril now.

Su Li continued his dialogue. “Rather than cooperating with an exiled prince, working with me would be a better choice.”

He lifted his chin, and while displaying this arrogant body language, facing the various people who had turned their attention to him, he maintained a perspective that never looked up at them. After slightly moving his eyeballs upward, Su Li quietly retracted his gaze.

In Su Li’s view, this move could be called [Invincible Mockery].

Whether moving up and down or left and right, the whites of human eyes become visible. For a short person, looking up tends to lower one’s dignity, but showing the lower whites of the eyes before returning to a direct gaze most easily conveys a sense of one-sided discrimination from a short person.

Su Li: Take my mental attack!

The person who had been mentally attacking Qi now looked like they wanted nothing more than to rush over and beat Su Li.

And the person about to be beaten instantly withdrew all expressions.

Being expressionless would, at this moment, create a natural aura of disregarding power.

After firmly grasping this, Su Li coldly looked at the person who approached him.

“How stupid must you be to think that elemental affinity transfer, research that’s bound to affect the world’s existing structure, requires cooperation with a prince who has no influence whatsoever.”

That person was so angry they gritted their teeth. “Do you want to die, you little bastard?”

Su Li remained completely unfazed and calmly said, “Or are you trying to say that you haven’t actually produced any real research results, just having a general direction and future research plans?”

“Then I can only say you’ve greatly underestimated those who would be affected by elemental affinity transfer.”

Su Li expressionlessly glanced at that person, his eyes narrowing by two millimeters, which would reduce his youthful appearance and amplify the deliberately fabricated aura he was projecting.

And the intentional sidelong glance would add an extra touch of contempt.

At least the kidnapper, who received this full frontal assault, genuinely felt an indescribable fear, and while an unknown voice in their heart screamed to retreat, they forced themselves to stay put, gritting their teeth, because the opponent was just a child.

“It makes me laugh to see stupidity at your level.”

With Su Li controlling his heartbeat to remain perfectly normal, no matter how strong these gorillas were, they would fear whether what appeared at this moment was an unbearable truth.

The mentality of being wary of consequences is very easy to manipulate.

“Don’t tell me you think nobles are the type who would directly abandon their children just because they discover their talents are poor, like some walking family-relationship-termination device?” As Su Li said this, he again employed the technique of moving his eyeballs up and then back down.

“What kind of illogical third-rate drama is this.”

Su Li now directly looked down at the stones on the ground, as if their stupidity had hurt his eyes, and after kicking a stone in front of him as a release, he lazily raised his eyes again.

“Among those people, who knows how many have done this kind of research, just never producing actual conclusions.”

“When you have research directions and results, in the process of elemental affinity transfer, there might be extremely high failure rates, or various limiting conditions for elemental transfer, such as blood relationships…”

“Seems I hit the mark.” Su Li sneered, looking at everyone before him as if watching ignorant infants crawling on the ground.

Their biggest mistake wasn’t kidnapping Qi, but giving Su Li the chance to speak.

“But those limitations aren’t worth paying attention to.”

“Your most stupid aspect, in my view, has always been ignoring that what you’re doing isn’t evil, but righteous!”

What does being a game designer mean anyway?

It means being a worker cursed by countless players for making cash grabs, but also being a writer who creates touching stories and eye-catching character designs.

The former allowed Su Li to guide others to the maximum extent in this situation, making them want to kick him to death while still having to follow his pace.

As for the latter, it could let a salted fish perfectly disguise themselves as an extremely attractive, charismatic, yet sinister “villain.”

Personal charm, simply put, comes from one’s behavior.

And behavior is very, very, very easy to fake.

Cyril stood behind a wall not far away, watching nervously as Su Li danced wildly on the steel wire.

The scene of everyone acting according to his god-like perspective made Cyril feel both chilled to the bone and gnashing his teeth in frustration.

This dance on the cliff’s edge filled every bit of air with a sense of deadly danger.

Absolutely! After this is over, Su Li must be banned from eating rice for at least a week!

“You…”

The kidnapper in the distance involuntarily stepped back and couldn’t help but speak.

“No, I should say ‘you’, why would ‘you’ think this way?”

(TL: the former you (你) is informal while the latter you (您) is formal)

“Is what we’re doing truly right?” The person who had been threatening them earlier now seemed to be loaded with some fanatical template, their eyes burning like lit torches as they stared at Su Li.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Su Li countered.

“The world’s transformation needs the strong, and strength isn’t just about innate skills and abilities.”

“Isn’t it tragic when a clever, insightful powerful individual, who clearly aims to guide this world to be better – making nobles understand that power isn’t everything, letting commoners know that suffering isn’t mandatory, and allowing the lowest in the slums to live openly under the sun – is restricted by their lack of power and unable to make effective changes?”

In the age of divine authority, the easiest way to incite fervor and excitement in these sewer rats was with one simple statement.

“Researchers never pray to gods.”

“We ignore gods, we disrespect gods, we despise gods.”

“Only humans can truly change this world.”

“How could research on elemental affinity transfer possibly be something that needs to be kept hidden?”

Su Li’s counter-question had already carved into these rats’ hearts the message that they weren’t meant to be lowly.

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At this moment, adding some highly possible scenarios would easily amplify the previously unclear images in their minds.

“Nobles will beg us for these results, the poor will change their fate through them, and we will become the most brilliant and unstoppable meteors of this era.”

Su Li understood rhetoric all too well.

Looking at these people with varying expressions but uniformly falling into fanaticism, he remained extremely calm inside.

Su Li never believed he could control others just because he understood how to manipulate rhetoric.

This was simply a basic method for a powerless ordinary person to rescue his equally weak companion from a group of gorillas.

To make these people truly obedient, one final spark was needed.

“Everything we do is right, everything we do is justice, we are the meteors of the era, destined to illuminate the dark, lightless night sky.”

This statement both painted a grand vision while also promoting so-called “righteousness.”

Knowingly diving into wrong is called being muddle-headed, but doing what you know is right despite others’ misunderstanding is called…

Solitary courage.

Who hasn’t believed themselves to be a hero?

The kneeling crowd failed to notice that in the standing youth’s emerald eyes, there was no emotion at all.