The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 50 - Can Cyril Still Be Saved?

On a holiday, Su Li completely gave up on waking up early and slept until he naturally woke up.

Under normal circumstances, Lan Zhe would have already come to knock on his door by this time.

Apart from inheriting Cyril’s characteristic of caring about Su Li’s diet, the Dark Holy Son also paid close attention to other aspects of Su Li’s health. Usually during holidays, Lan Zhe would make Su Li wake up early to run laps around the nearby streets with Cyril.

But today, Lan Zhe didn’t show up.

Was this reasonable?

Regardless of whether it was reasonable, as long as he wasn’t in trouble, it was fine.

Su Li confidently believed that today was just an insignificant accident when Cyril knocked on his door.

Not for exercise, but for a thorough interrogation.

Su Li had a rather obvious personal habit: when he wanted to understand something, he would not easily use euphemistic or subtle hints.

He considered such methods to be troublesome.

Su Li usually asked others directly, and after others indicated they didn’t mind his questions, he would provide the correct response to the inquiry. When others chose to refuse to answer, he would never bring up that matter again.

Those around him, influenced by this, would not choose to silently endure and continue endless speculation, stabbing themselves in the heart, after discovering how painful their guesses were. Instead, they would choose to confirm the matter.

Because of this, four people had stayed up all night, imagining a story that cut them deeply with blood, and early in the morning, they gathered together to discuss how to inquire about the event’s truth without hurting Su Li.

But these four people were clearly approaching the questioning with the premise that Su Li was a poor, pitiful little thing.

The subsequent interpretation seemed to have already been foreshadowed.

In any case, Su Li, with a sleeping cap on his head and freshly washed, was bombarded with questions like:

Cyril: “How long did the most painful period of your life last?”

Roy: “Before meeting us, have you ever experienced what happiness is?”

Mark tried to fit in: “Or, what do you think loneliness is?”

Su Li: ???

“What are you doing? Preparing a psychological survey template?”

Before going downstairs, Lan Zhe glared at Su Li and spoke to Roy, who said, “Some festering wounds can only heal faster when torn open.”

From any perspective, Roy’s words seemed to suggest that he would directly ask Su Li if he had experienced any inappropriate treatment…

Is that what he meant?

Roy glared back, as if to say, “Do you think your question is any better?”

Tearing open wounds to accelerate healing is something only adults would do; children shouldn’t have to endure such things.

Lan Zhe sneered. “Are you looking to fight?”

Roy responded. “Bring it on.”

Cyril was speechless. “But isn’t our focus supposed to be asking Su Li questions?”

What’s wrong with these teammates? Are they all this pig-headed?!

After pouring himself a glass of water, Su Li’s mouth twitched in resignation before saying, “You want to understand my past?”

“It’s not nearly as exciting as what you’ve experienced.”

Looking at the people in the room – Mark, who had been a thug for most of his life, Roy who had a family and then lost everything, Lan Zhe who had been hunted by the Church since childhood, and Cyril who lost his parents before he could remember and lived as a beggar for countless years.

No matter how he looked at it, his previous life of following a standard routine, studying, and then becoming a 007 shut-in after graduation, couldn’t be considered exciting.

When Su Li let out a light sigh, Mark spoke in his usual steady tone. “We just want to understand you a bit more.”

With words reaching this point, what could Su Li do?

He could only honestly answer their troublesome questions.

“What do I think about my previous life? Probably nothing much.” Su Li looked at everyone’s different expressions, and after determining they seemed disappointed, he added, “Really, nothing much.”

“I have a bland personality, without any particularly intense emotions. All my previous life was just routine, repeating day after day, then crossing one stage, and then repeating day after day again.”

Isn’t that what school is like?

Isn’t work the same?

No matter what happened today, it was always about going to school and coming home, going to work and leaving work. Oh right, during his 007 shut-in phase, there was no leaving work, only working.

Su Li’s only evaluation of his past life was, “Consistently, living an ordinary life.”

However, for a group of people who had already positioned him as a pitiful character, the words “repeating day after day” had already constructed an image in their minds of Su Li being studied, and when those studies couldn’t be realized, turning to the next study.

What would be considered ordinary?

Perhaps because all the children around him were also suffering from extremely cruel experiments.

If everyone was like this, wouldn’t that be ordinary?

The air in the room became more stagnant, the killing intent spread across everyone’s bodies – even if leaked into the air, Su Li couldn’t detect it, and this phenomenon was once again treated as numbness by Cyril and the others.

Just because they’ve seen too much, they won’t react to some situations anymore?

“Next question,” Cyril said through gritted teeth.

“How long did the most painful period last? That’s not easy to say,” Su Li pondered.

His first reaction was those four years as a 007, but actually, as long as he thought about working crazy hours to eventually get a house and a cat, he mostly wouldn’t feel pain from that crazy work phase.

Instead, during the nine years of compulsory education, like most students now, he mostly didn’t know what learning represented, what it meant, or how the future would be – his entire body and flesh were filled with uncertainty about the future.

This uncertainty could perhaps be called pain.

So Su Li unhesitatingly gave his conclusion.

“Nine years.”

This number, combined with Su Li’s current age, immediately made everyone’s thoughts go directly to confirming that Cyril’s speculation was correct.

“As for happiness before meeting you… I had a cat. I felt happiest during times with nothing to do, sunbathing together with it.”

The big orange cat – though when the fat orange cat lay on Su Li’s stomach, it would press so hard he’d doubt whether he could breathe.

“The last question, about loneliness,” Su Li said. “Whether before or after meeting you, I’ve always believed that loneliness is something an individual is destined to be accompanied by throughout life. It can’t be escaped, so I mostly choose to enjoy it.”

Moreover, there’s a saying that strong people are those who are used to enjoying loneliness.

But Su Li didn’t know that these few questions had directly labeled him with: [Only had a cat as a friend in the past] [Suffered pain for nine years] [Believes loneliness always exists].

Combined with the recent speculations…

Everyone had determined that Su Li was truly miserable.

The silence lasted so long that by the time Su Li’s stomach started growling and no one had reacted, he couldn’t help but ask, “Are we going out to eat today?”

Lan Zhe walked into the kitchen with a dazed expression.

Roy followed him in.

“What should we do?” Lan Zhe said heavily after Roy closed the kitchen door and slumped against it.

“I don’t know either,” Roy said, still holding onto a slight hope of misunderstanding.

Perhaps they were mistaken.

Everyone had deemed there were no smart people in this small building except Su Li. Despite how real Cyril’s speculation might seem, before confirmation, they might feel sad and conflicted, but it wouldn’t completely affect their daily life.

But now, didn’t Su Li’s answers essentially confirm that he had indeed suffered everything Cyril had mentioned?

Perhaps even worse than they imagined.

Nine years…

Roy hadn’t even been married to his wife for that long.

Lan Zhe had been in the Dark Church for only a year longer than this number.

“I hope I never find out who dared to conduct such experiments on Su Li,” Roy said in a dazed threat, not even knowing who to threaten.

After taking a deep breath, Lan Zhe ignited the elemental-activated stove and said before starting to cook. “I’ll make a copy of the letter to Egbert and send it to Euphia.”

“The Mercenary Alliance has extensive influence. Euphia might be able to find some information during the process of rebuilding Jisuo Town.”

“That’s all we can do.”

While the two adults were in the kitchen, looking so defeated they could pull out a pack of cigarettes and smoke one after another, Su Li was tugging at his platinum blonde hair, almost balding, and wondering if he should cut it shorter.

Cyril stood not far away, watching Su Li pull his hair, inexplicably remembering an image from his beggar days of a mentally unstable old beggar who would always pull his own hair forcefully.

People around them would say he wasn’t quite right in the head, and only by causing himself pain could he find some relief.

Would Su Li be like that?

Cyril didn’t know. He just couldn’t help walking forward and tightly pressing the boy, who was half a head shorter than himself, into his embrace.

Su Li was completely bewildered.

“What are you doing,” Su Li said without thinking, pushing Cyril away.

Being hugged by a man… his scalp was tingling.jpg

Su Li involuntarily shuddered, goosebumps rising instantly.

This was different from when he’d hugged Egbert as a child, when everyone would treat Egbert like a family patriarch.

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But Cyril was now his peer.

Su Li’s pupils seemed to quake. “Do you believe I’d climb Kongtong Mountain overnight?”

Cyril was stunned. “What’s Kongtong Mountain?”

“No, I just want to tell you that the pain is over, and you don’t have to believe that loneliness must exist.”

“I’ll protect you in the future and absolutely won’t let you fall into danger.”

Su Li was dumbfounded. “Please don’t. I’m scared.”

Su Li would rather discuss with Cyril how to scam money from Egbert than see him looking so depressed right now.

Could he time travel back overnight and memorize 100 psychology books to cure Cyril’s brain?

TN:

007 (líng líng qī): Refers to a work-life routine of 0:00 (midnight) to 7:00 (early morning), often highlighting a stressful or intense schedule

Kongtong Mountain: Known as one of the sacred mountains of Taoism, it is considered a site of spiritual importance.

It is associated with numerous Taoist myths and legends. For instance, it is said to be where the Yellow Emperor (Huangdi) met Guangchengzi, a Taoist immortal, to learn about governance and the Tao.