The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 98

In the Pope’s eyes, that day initially seemed no different from any other.

The same palace, the same people.

There was Ophelia, who wouldn’t dare look up at him since first seeing him, and the King, who eagerly approached him as soon as they met, discussing how to proceed with the treatment…

The Pope recalled yesterday’s news from Mavis about successfully killing “Godfrey,” and his gaze toward Leirela grew increasingly calm.

Who was Leirela?

From Su Li’s perspective, she was someone he knew about but had never seen in person.

Leirela was the mother of Ophelia and Xiao Zuo.

The white villa covered in daphne flowers had always been Leirela’s private domain, where even the King needed to give advance notice before visiting…

But the Pope was the exception.

All rules that others accepted or followed were meant to be trampled under his feet.

The Pope looked down at the trembling Leirela and said harshly, “No matter how much you want to take revenge on me, you shouldn’t have stirred up rebellious feelings in Ophelia.”

When it came to dealing with the King, the news that Ophelia was the King’s biological child while Xiao Zuo carried the Pope’s bloodline might have seemed irrelevant at the time, but when brought to Leirela’s attention, this information could become a weapon against her.

Undeniably, Leirela was extremely beautiful, possessing a beauty that appealed to both men and women alike, with autumn-water eyes and brilliant golden hair. But to those seeking power, this meant nothing.

No matter how heavenly beautiful she was, in the Pope’s eyes, she was merely a tool.

Before completely destroying a tool that had developed its own thoughts, the Pope wouldn’t hesitate to use oppressive methods.

Leirela naturally denied it. “I never did such a thing!”

The Pope tilted up Leirela’s chin, his golden eyes reflecting the superiority of one who considered himself divine.

He seemed completely unaware of how many wrinkles covered his face, and couldn’t sense how aged his hands were as they lifted the beautiful woman’s chin. The Pope spoke with an expression of having seen through everything. “Besides you, no one would do such a thing.”

However, upon hearing his words, Leirela looked at the Pope in disbelief.

Ophelia ascending to the throne? Was there any need for Ophelia to take the throne?

From the Pope’s perspective, he had always instilled in his only daughter the idea that she would inherit something greater – the position of Pope, with more power, greater control, and the complete obedience of everyone in the church.

And Xiao Zuo, in everyone’s eyes, had an extremely dependent relationship with Ophelia.

Not only would he follow her every command, but Xiao Zuo would even perform servile acts that seemed to trample on his own dignity.

With her brother on the throne, herself inheriting the position of Pope in the future, and her brother under her control…

What could a teenager understand?

Ophelia’s world had been fabricated and shaped from the very beginning.

So what reason would she have to want the throne?

There was no reason.

Then who would do such a thing?

Mavis wouldn’t know about the mixed royal bloodlines – her tasks were just to kill the King (incomplete) initially and later to kill Godfrey (successful).

As for that Holy Maiden of Light sitting in the Queen’s position…

The Pope didn’t even consider her value to be higher than Mavis’s.

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“After eliminating all impossibilities, the only possibility left is Ophelia’s mother.”

After Su Li had finished his discussion with the King that day, he allowed sufficient time for things to develop.

After all, in everyone’s eyes, the King had just awakened.

If a comatose state was equivalent to uncertain life or death, then just waking up was tantamount to escaping death.

So in the Pope’s eyes, or rather in the eyes of most people in this city, the days after the King’s awakening were remarkably peaceful.

The Dark Church, which had been targeting nobles in secret, couldn’t risk acting under the dual pressure of the Pope and King. Even Godfrey, who was revered by countless nobles, made a public appearance.

Indeed, as rumored, he appeared to be a person of great nobility.

His appearance, demeanor, and conduct were all excellent.

That day, in the largest tavern in the Inner City, Godfrey spoke about words he had once heard and their interpretation.

“Faith is like gazing at the stars,” Godfrey sat in the tavern, speaking calmly alongside a weathered man playing the harmonica.

“We pursue certain things not only because they have inherent value but also because the pursuit itself makes us better.”

“Pursuit is a subjective action that requires subjective consciousness. If someone doesn’t understand what their pursuits can bring them, then such pursuit becomes mere blind following.”

“What is God? God is the stars, the moon, the sun, everything – the surface level we can only understand but never stand shoulder to shoulder with, an existence in another realm.”

“What we must not do is eternally look up at God’s glory. If people want to pursue something, they must catch what they chase – only then can it be called pursuit. Otherwise, it’s just blind following.”

“I still remember how great and clear-minded the person was who told me that faith is like gazing at the stars. The sky, separated from us by an unfathomable distance, is like God whom we wish to pursue but can never reach.”

“What can we offer to the stars? What can we offer to God? From a human perspective, we may never know, but from that same perspective, we must know what the stars can give us, and what God can bring to the world.”

The audience was almost uncontrollably drawn into an indescribably beautiful starry sea by that cool yet steady voice.

The audience couldn’t generate thoughts of questioning God because the time hadn’t yet come for them to doubt.

Before self-awakening, one should never have excessive self-awareness and tell others like a savior – you live in hell.

“Godfrey” always remembered this, so before he completely went offline, all he could do was imprint in people’s minds that we might be irrelevant to God, but God is an existence that can make us better.

Should we have more faith in the God of Light?

When the public’s consciousness turned to this thought, they would inevitably consider what changes their lives had undergone in the process of believing in the God of Light…

The conclusion was: no change at all.

Not only was there no change, but common people without noble status even had to prostrate themselves before church members.

If it was out of respect, a bow would suffice – was prostration reasonable?

As long as this thought existed, even if “Godfrey” died, he would have absolutely achieved his mission.

However, after “Godfrey” exchanged glances with Mavis who had entered the tavern, he left his final words during a sudden pause in the harmonica music. “May faith endure like the starry sky, and may what we pursue eventually be embraced. Human destiny lies in our own hands and exists within our own choices.”

The next moment, this seemingly refined man had his throat pierced by Mavis’s short sword.

The common people who had been listening intently suddenly fell into panic and chaos.

Mavis acted as if she hadn’t noticed this chaos at all. She said to Godfrey, who was like a gorilla, still not dying immediately despite his pierced throat. “You think your few words can reveal the truth of rules that have existed for thousands of years?”

Mavis dropped the dagger, coldly watching the scene of the corpse – now revered as a sage by the people – falling heavily to the ground.

Before completely leaving the tavern, Mavis looked around at the extremely chaotic crowd of onlookers. Everyone could see in her eyes the cold gaze of one looking at dead objects.

The air carried the final words of the Dark Church’s Holy Maiden… no, the Dark Church’s Witch, whom the city’s residents instinctively feared.

“Frogs in lukewarm water will never notice the approaching danger until death is imminent. By then, even though death will be equally bestowed upon everyone, they will still believe that this is how the world develops, that this is how things should be.”

The tavern fell silent for a moment.

Until someone quietly questioned. “Why did that witch kill Sir Godfrey?”

“What truth?”

“What does the frog in lukewarm water mean?”

“Was there something hidden in Sir Godfrey’s earlier words that he wanted to tell us but couldn’t directly express?”

Nobody knew, and no one had the answers.

But some people knew that it wasn’t just that witch who wanted Godfrey dead.

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Su Li looked up at Ophelia.

After “Godfrey’s” death, what needed to ferment would surely complete its fermentation. Su Li’s second visit to the palace was to discuss with this father and daughter who had no blood relation when to begin targeting the Pope.

Previously, after the Pope had been delayed by the King’s various excuses – such as his body not being fully healed, only trusting the Pope, may the God of Light be eternal, and other such poor reasons – Su Li used this news to say that the Pope would definitely go to the Daphne Flower Pavilion.

Ophelia coldly looked back at Su Li. “Don’t call that woman my mother, she has a name.”

Su Li promptly made a gesture of surrender with both hands; he didn’t want to argue with Ophelia, then said, “The Pope’s subsequent actions are very obvious.”

“From his perspective, many things that will happen in the future need some time to settle, so he, having nothing else to do, will certainly question Leirela before the final result arrives.”

“Why was Xiao Zuo’s identity revealed so early.” Su Li glanced at the King with furrowed brows, then continued after looking away, “And why, after learning that information about Xiao Zuo’s identity was spreading in the city, didn’t Leirela send people to stop the news from spreading, but instead allowed it to ferment.”

“For someone with such strong controlling tendencies…” Su Li bluntly labeled the Pope in front of the King, “this is absolutely unacceptable.”

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“And his visit to Leirela will become our best opportunity to surround him.”

At this point, Su Li changed the subject to address the King.

“For you, this is the most suitable opportunity to kill the Pope.”

“Therefore,” Su Li raised his eyes to look at the King who was staring at him intently, “you should at least bring out those forces that have never been discovered before, right?”

“Indeed, nothing can be hidden from you.” The King let out a long “hehe” laugh.

Since that day, when the King had felt an indescribable fear from Su Li, he no longer viewed him as a child.

Now the King placed Su Li completely on equal footing with himself, even slightly above.

When Ophelia surprisingly turned her gaze to the King, Su Li saw the King saying, “For the royal family, every person who ascends to the throne inherits a hidden army from the previous king.”

“These personnel have been ‘nameless’ throughout countless historical years. They have no identity, no trace, no presence, and their only function and value is to sacrifice everything when the royal family faces a major crisis.”

“Although it’s a force that no one except the King would know about, in a team of ten people, each one is at least comparable to the Church’s Patriarch.”

The King then coldly laughed. “Even if the Pope is powerful, he might not be able to escape in front of this force.”

Su Li raised an eyebrow and said without thinking, “So in Your Majesty’s view, has the Pope’s existence already threatened the royal family’s survival?”

“That’s exactly how I see it.” The King forcefully patted the armrest of his throne, his expression very unpleasant, “Mixing royal bloodlines, calculating against Amikbi behind the scenes for decades. Claiming to be God’s representative on earth, not only has he not dedicated everything to the God he respects, but he even secretly left behind his bloodline!”

“No matter how you look at it, these are heinous crimes!”

The King was ready to strike at the Pope with righteous force.

Although all of this still belonged to Su Li’s intentional guidance.

Speaking of which, the Godfrey who existed in the tavern earlier was played by Egbert.

Roy was forced to perform on stage, and after being a harmonica player for a while, he began to deliberately create a boss atmosphere for Egbert according to Su Li’s instructions.

Although when using words to build up this atmosphere, Roy truly experienced what it meant to carry personal agenda.

If it weren’t for maintaining Godfrey’s character setting, Roy felt that Egbert could take out that book “No One Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me” at any time and start an emotional interpretation on the spot.

Although when “burying Godfrey,” Roy still witnessed Egbert’s outrageous actions.

“Why did you deliberately black out the words ‘Su Li’ on ‘No One Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me’ and then put it in Godfrey’s coffin?”

Egbert argued forcefully. “Even though Godfrey, created based on Lord Su Li, is a sage character that people will eventually look up to, Godfrey is ultimately not Lord Su Li.”

Egbert looked at Roy, his tone firm. “Godfrey can only be considered one aspect of Lord Su Li.”

“How can understanding just one aspect compare to understanding the whole?”

When Egbert said this, he touched the blacked-out name of Su Li on the cover of “No One Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me” with an ashamed expression.

“When I took out the ink to black out these two characters, I deeply felt what it means to feel heartache. But when I thought about Godfrey’s grave that was destined to be dug up, hiding inside a book that could awaken everyone in this city, I felt that rather than continuing to feel guilty about Lord Su Li’s blacked-out name, I might as well devote myself more wholeheartedly to worshipping him in the future.”

The winter wind blew across the cemetery, yellowed leaves spinning continuously fell to the ground, Roy said from the bottom of his heart. “…you’re really getting more and more sick.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Egbert picked up the shovel, believing that using elements to dig earth would obviously be disrespectful to Sir Godfrey, one aspect of Su Li.

So he chose to dig the grave himself and bury it himself.

Roy speechlessly carved a stone tablet, while carving the words “Godfrey’s Tomb” on it, he complained. “This isn’t a compliment at all? Do you have any shame?”

“Also, since you believe Godfrey is one aspect of the little master, why can you watch Godfrey’s grave being dug up with your own eyes.”

Egbert’s expression was profound as he placed the book in the depths of the coffin, very carefully closed the coffin lid, and cupped a handful of soil in both hands, placing it on the coffin board.

Only then did he start using the shovel.

In terms of respecting (being obsessed with) Su Li, Roy admitted that he was no match for Egbert.

“This isn’t called watching Godfrey’s grave being dug up with my own eyes. You and I both know that Godfrey is just one aspect of Lord Su Li, and this grave, rather than being called a grave, might as well be called an information storage box.”

Egbert finally squatted down, touched the highly piled grave mound, his tone sighing, his eyes also tinged with a hint of sadness.

“Our purpose is to dig a grave here according to Lord Su Li’s instructions, and as for there being no corpse in the grave but an extra book, I think Lord Su Li wouldn’t mind. After all, an empty grave represents a kind of information, and an empty grave with a book in it still conveys the same information.”

“Moreover, all the people in this city, who don’t know how long it will be before they can truly admire Lord Su Li’s glory. Before then, those who can only use Sir Godfrey as a substitute, what right do they have to make me angry.”

Roy: ……………………

…In the future, when working with Egbert, let Lan Zhe come instead, or if that’s not possible, even that raven that squats on the little master’s shoulder every day would do.

Roy didn’t want to do it anymore.

Truly, purely sick.

But people might just be masochistic, knowing Egbert was sick, Roy still couldn’t help but ask, “If one day we really have to bury the little master with our own hands, what would you do?”

“I would make this world that couldn’t keep Lord Su Li completely disappear!” Egbert’s killing intent shot to the sky.

Roy’s mouth twitched frantically. “I thought the most outrageous thing you could say would just be being buried together with the little master.”

“If you’re referring to that aspect.” Egbert contained his aura, nodded, and his face uncontrollably flushed red.

“Then after making the world pay tribute to Lord Su Li, I would first turn myself into an eternally existing puppet.”

“–So that in endless years, I can guard Lord Su Li’s last peaceful place.”

In the palace, Su Li uncontrollably sneezed.