The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 65 - Falling Ill

If it wasn’t for Willard’s sudden outburst, Su Li probably would have continued to ignore him.

No one viewed Willard as a threat, so even if he learned something he shouldn’t have, the others didn’t really care.

Therefore, no one expected Willard to suddenly blurt out that question out of the blue.

However, Su Li still gave him an answer.

“The so-called reasonable is mostly about the matter, not the person.”

“Whether a person’s existence is reasonable should not be judged by their own kind.”

Su Li briefly answered Willard’s question, as he had no desire to engage in a prolonged exchange with this child.

The crisis was imminent, and neither Cyril nor Qi

would be simply defined by Su Li as children.

Willard was different.

Since there were no expectations, there was also no concern.

Su Li continued to discuss the upcoming plan with the others.

Using their own scheme against them was a good tactic, but whether they provided the true information or false information, they could only make some preventive preparations in advance, and then face whatever changes when the actual events unfolded.

Fortunately, these detailed aspects did not require further elaboration from Su Li.

After the others reached a conclusion, Su Li simply nodded, and then witnessed this city, like a rapidly operating machine, begin to move swiftly into action.

The others had their own directions of action, while the people within the small building remained temporarily undecided.

But when it came to how to handle the Willard issue, Qi’s expression became somewhat troubled.

“If he were truly an irredeemable villain, I would have unhesitatingly sent him to the chopping block.”

“But he is not.”

That was why Qi found it difficult.

Ignoring the concept of half-brothers, Willard’s existence was like a joke born from ugliness.

Now, Qi even felt that compared to the horrifying extent to which he himself had been utilized, Willard’s sole value might only be that of a one-time tool.

It felt as if no one viewed Willard as a human being.

Possessing a human body and soul, he was no different from the floor beneath them or the stone pillars in the room.

And the only one who treated Willard as a fellow human, Su Li, was unable to show kindness due to their previous enmity.

Qi softly complained to Su Li, “Do you really have to dump this big headache on me?”

Completely at a loss for how to handle it.

Lying on the sofa, letting his mind go blank, Su Li lazily responded, “The one hunting you is him; the one being hunted by him is definitely not me.”

Qi understood that this was Su Li’s way of not wanting to get involved.

At least, no matter how fast Qi’s brain was processing, it couldn’t compare to Su Li’s lightning-fast loading stage. Conversely, Su Li needed more time to cool down his overheated brain.

In the end, Qi decided to go find Euphia again, preparing to borrow the prison once more.

Locking Willard up there was definitely better than leaving him in Su Li’s residence.

The people in the building dispersed in an instant, with Lan Zhe going to the kitchen, for example. At this time, Cyril had already returned upstairs to his own room, fully focused on cultivation in his fragmented time. As for Roy, being a Level 2 mercenary, he was also forcibly drafted by Euphia. As for Mark, since he had overheard part of the reason, he was sent as a messenger to report the situation to the Lion’s Club leader.

With Qi gone, the great hall was left with only the still prostrate Willard, the reclining Su Li, and Egbert, who hesitantly said, “Lord Su Li, do you need me to give you a head massage?”

Perhaps there was also the raven perched on the painting, ignored by everyone.

“The head massage is not necessary,” Su Li quickly waved his hand. The reason for his headache was not just physical, but also partly psychological.

Although he had been deliberately controlling it, not delving deeper, the reality was that he had crossed over from a peaceful, beautiful world with a house and a cat, to a blood-soaked, conflict-ridden, and superpowered other world.

No matter how hard he tried to maintain an ordinary daily life, all of this was built upon the extraordinary.

Su Li always used his concern for others to cover up the deep-rooted thoughts, whether out of reason or the extended associations born of fear.

But unfortunately…

“Reality seems to be the kind of thing that, even if you don’t want to be known, will still forcefully impose a cruel cognition upon humans,” Su Li lay on the sofa, looking at Egbert’s face as he stood by the sofa, gazing down at him.

The flawless, heroic face of the former Holy Son may not elicit any admiration from the same sex, but when Su Li suddenly saw his own reflection in Egbert’s azure eyes, he felt that having someone wholeheartedly trust you was not bad either.

However, Su Li reckoned he would never be able to align his mindset with Egbert’s.

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The latter’s thoughts were all: Once again, he has seen the terrible side of this world…

Su Li had a quality that distanced him from the crowd, and it was not just his languid demeanor that gave others that impression, but a source within him.

This unique detachment from the world also made people feel that he could abandon this world at any time.

Even though he had been living in it all along.

Just as Su Li had not intentionally delved into the cruelty of this world, Egbert had likewise not deliberately thought about the tribulations Su Li had faced in the past, as deduced by Cyril.

We all knew how terrible it was, but as long as we didn’t think about it, didn’t look into it, everything seemed to be able to maintain its current peaceful appearance.

But some things did not simply cease to exist just because we didn’t think about them.

It was the Su Li who had nothing and relied on himself to survive that had lost everything – what drove that Su Li to continue living in this world?

If this question was not asked aloud, the correct answer would never be found. But even if it was asked, would the answer obtained be the one he wanted?

Indecisiveness did not suit Egbert, and he too had defined himself as such. The countless questions that had been rolling around in his throat were finally asked in a soft voice.

Su Li calmly responded to this question.

“Probably because all things have two sides, and when you recognize the cruelty of this world, then you will understand that you want to possess warmth.”

“It is because you want, that living becomes the premise for having more possibilities.”

And thus, crossing over had never been a source of Su Li’s distress.

Egbert suddenly felt that Su Li’s answer was even better than he had imagined.

He had thought the best answer would be something like: Even if it’s for the sake of the people around you, you have to live on. Even if it’s for the sake of the scenery you’ve never seen.

Ultimately, it seemed that people always needed an external support point to live.

But Su Li’s answer was different.

Egbert understood that Su Li believed there was no need to place the pressure on the “support point”. In Su Li’s view, living was simply a desire and a longing for possibilities within oneself.

Egbert wasn’t sure if his understanding was correct, but…

“I originally thought that the element of light would be the thing that most easily allows Light Elementalists to feel a sense of warmth. But now I suddenly feel that Lord Su Li’s words are brighter and more temperate than the warmth of the elemental factors of light being absorbed from the outside world.”

Su Li: …

In that moment, Su Li genuinely felt that his relaxing behavior to soothe his mind had somehow accelerated in an unbelievable way.

Otherwise, how could he suddenly hear the sound of a taut string in his brain snapping?

“Instead of striving to keep my rationality from straying, why not just let the clear line of my rationality collapse, let madness occupy my mind, vent the negative emotions, and then return to rationality?”

As Su Li spoke the question to which he had provided the answer, he directly grabbed Egbert’s face while lying down.

The previously weary and fatigued young man’s face was instantly distorted, but Su Li wouldn’t irrationally kick or punch those around him, so grabbing and messing up Egbert’s face became the best choice.

“Not speaking won’t make people treat you as a mute.”

“Rather, don’t bring out everything you want to say.”

“I don’t think I need to be forced to cultivate a sense of shame.”

These were words that could be said in a roaring tone without coming across as excessive.

Egbert thought to himself.

Accompanying Su Li’s voice, Egbert intentionally restrained the elemental factors enveloping his face, to prevent Su Li from first swelling his own hand from rubbing his face too hard before Egbert’s face turned red.

The observing raven: …

Young man, didn’t you realize that the reason that man, no, that pervert’s face is flushed, is not because you rubbed his face red, but because your hand is on his face?!

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But it seemed to be of no use.

Not only was it given a warning glare by Egbert, with eyes that seemed to say “If you dare make a sound, we’ll both die together,” it was also scrutinized for a while by Lan Zhe, who came out of the kitchen carrying bowls and chopsticks.

“Are you craving rice again?”

Raven: F*ck you!

Anyway, it was only after Lan Zhe had set down the bowls and chopsticks that he noticed Egbert’s blissful expression.

The former’s expression immediately turned grave.

“Are you falling ill again?”

The latter may not have given a direct answer to the question, but he had already answered it.

“Living is for the sake of Lord Su Li.”

Lan Zhe: …

Egbert continued to mutter, “Lord Su Li’s grip strength is not good, just running doesn’t seem quite suitable, let’s add some physical strength training as well.”

He also whispered as an extra remark, “Strive for next time to really be able to rub my face red with your hands.”

Lan Zhe, who had heard everything, immediately had a twisted expression.

“What the hell did you do to Su Li? Let’s just kill each other, you pervert!”

In any case, first drag him out and beat him up, then talk.

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With the strings of rationality regained, Su Li sat up from the sofa, looking at the prostrate Willard in front of the sofa, and after a moment of contemplation, he decided not to climb back onto the sofa, but to try to step over this person directly from the back of the sofa.

Then, his ankle was grasped.

The fallen Willard had a hopeful gleam in his eyes as he said, “I can also become your tool.”