The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 103

Although she suddenly experienced a power surge, Mavis wasn’t at her peak condition. Even if she could temporarily fight at a level that could overwhelm the Pope, it would only be for a short period.

Therefore, after understanding the approximate cause of Mavis’s current strength, everyone rolled up their sleeves and joined the fight.

For Su Li, the subsequent battle process was basically equivalent to “Wow—”, “There’s even this kind of move,” and “No killing.”

This was understandable. The previous statement that Xiao Zuo was already dead was merely to disrupt the Pope’s state of mind. Now that everyone had joined forces and could defeat the Pope, killing him would obviously bring less benefit than extracting the intelligence he represented.

However, when Egbert was praising him with “Lord Su Li indeed considers the big picture,” Su Li still showed an expression of speechlessness.

“I don’t really want to consider the big picture, but once I think about the Pope’s source of information, there’s only one possibility that comes to mind.”

Then Su Li saw Roy saying, “But the problem is, we have no idea what you meant by what you said earlier.”

This wasn’t made up. In others’ eyes, Su Li had only spoken a few words, yet he had managed to affect the Pope who had been dominating them, causing him to become mentally distraught.

Egbert could shamelessly say this: “As expected of Lord Su Li.”

But being shameless didn’t mean he wouldn’t be curious.

So how could they possibly understand what the Pope’s source of information meant when they didn’t even understand the above reasons?

Su Li was forced to start explaining again.

However, after outlining his general speculation, he also clearly stated, “There’s actually a big bug in this speculation.”

“It means there’s a big loophole,” Su Li explained proactively before Lan Zhe could ask with curious eyes.

“For instance, why would I notice that Xiao Zuo was being deliberately guided by the Pope to take the Pope’s position?”

“After all, from our known intelligence perspective, Ophelia is the one who should take that position in the future.”

Su Li further explained the elemental issues between Ophelia and Xiao Zuo.

After providing a reasonable explanation for this bug, Su Li raised what he considered to be the biggest question from his perspective.

“In a world that hasn’t changed for thousands of years, no Pope in history has ever attempted to seize Amikbi.”

Once a person’s thinking becomes fixed, their consciousness becomes as stubborn and firm as the concept of three meals a day.

Someone who does something that has never been done in history must differ from people of the past. And that difference is the truth hidden beneath the Pope.

“In other words, what is your reason for this behavior?” Su Li looked at the captured Pope with furrowed brows.

The Pope gave a cold laugh. “Why should I tell you?”

It was only now that the Pope realized that if the prophecy were truly a prophecy, he wouldn’t be facing this kind of “mild” battle.

If Su Li were a true prophet, the encirclement battle he would face would only be more dangerous.

If not for Egbert and Roy’s perfectly complementary elements, Lan Zhe’s knowledge of pharmacology, and even Mavis’s increased strength after being healed and having her two elements mixed…

It was the combination of multiple coincidences that led to the Pope becoming a prisoner.

However, Su Li found the Pope’s obvious lack of cooperation interesting.

“I bet you don’t understand what fate means to humans.”

His words left question marks hanging over everyone’s heads.

Then, everyone saw the young man pacing quite freely in front of the suppressed Pope.

“Prophecy is essentially just a means of observation. Even if you know the future in advance, it doesn’t mean the future will be exactly the same as the prophecy.”

Su Li stopped pacing. He slightly bent over to look directly at the controlled Pope, whose expression appeared somewhat disheveled, and said, “It’s like I prophesy that three seconds later my hand will slap your face.”

The Pope’s expression became even more unpleasant, as black as the clouds in the sky.

But when three seconds passed, nothing happened.

Su Li looked at the somewhat startled Pope and said with interest. “See, this is the difference between prophecy and actual performance.”

“Just like I know your source of information must come from monster beasts.”

Silence, silence until the Raven’s body became rigid.

Why monster beasts?

Everyone was curious, but no one questioned Su Li’s approach toward the Pope.

This was different from the various interrogation tactics people would use after capturing a prisoner. Su Li now seemed like a student chatting with friends about what new snacks there were in a newly opened snack shop after school.

Too natural.

So natural that he only needed to slightly change his face from its original calm to a frozen expression to make everyone who was paying attention to him hold their breath.

Su Li noticed the Pope’s suddenly contracted pupils, a change so subtle that it would be completely overlooked if not carefully observed.

“…Ah, I didn’t expect to ‘prophesy’ such a thing? But come to think of it, normal people using prophetic means should predict all kinds of major events that will happen in the future.”

“So you should understand now that I’m not a prophet.” Su Li leaned forward slightly, placing all his attention on the Pope’s slightly turbid golden eyes.

He could clearly see the anger in those eyes, or more accurately, the widened eye sockets, the obvious forehead wrinkles, the reddened neck—all these told Su Li that the Pope had developed a feeling of being fooled.

This was good.

Because it meant that for what would be said next, even without getting an answer from the Pope’s mouth, Su Li could get what he wanted to know from his reactions.

What did Xiao Zuo’s existence represent? What was behind the elemental affinity test?

What information would one definitely know after reaching the Pope’s level?

And were humans the native inhabitants of this world?

Moreover, assuming the world is a complete sphere concept, on what basis did he, as a transmigrator, come here?

There were as many questions as holes in a beehive, but in the end, only one question was asked.

“The classification of human strength was given by the monster beasts, wasn’t it?”

Su Li saw very clearly that in that instant, the terrible malice emanating from the Pope was completely comparable to being pressured by three clients simultaneously for new material drafts and planning before his transmigration.

Both equally devilish and terrifying.

Unlike the days of being pressured by clients which had become a thing of the past, being regarded as a dead man was happening right now.

The answer was already very clear.

The Pope’s true reason for wanting to stand at the pinnacle of power…

On the surface, it could be covered with the idea of wanting to escape the cycle of life and death and achieve immortality, but in essence, there was another reason.

——To seize this world.

Why would humans use plant levels to classify their own strength?

Would humans and plants be the same concept?

From a human perspective, certainly not.

But from a perspective that was neither human nor plant?

It seemed to become the same thing again.

Because, except for me, all else is other.

How big was the world, and how much of it had humans explored? How many years had the longest-lived monster beasts lived in this world…

Why was there only one country in the world?

Why did the heir to the throne of Amikbi have ice-blue pupils?

Honestly, such a color was distinctly non-human.

Just like when Cyril’s dragon bloodline awakened, his water-blue eyes, once emotions ran high, looked as if someone had forcibly injected a bit of bright red into them with a syringe.

Though not obvious, and this change could only be seen when Cyril was emotionally agitated.

But since he developed this trait, everyone understood that this trait itself was equivalent to being non-human.

Su Li hadn’t previously considered what humans represented for this world.

After all, for an ordinary game planner, even with the title of a transmigrator, he wasn’t essentially someone extraordinary who needed to consider the life and death of the human race.

Moreover, he didn’t even possess the survival ability that everyone in this other world would have.

However…

However, all the answers were thrust before his eyes.

Who the hell would have thought!

Who the hell would have thought that humans were nothing more than creatures raised by high-level monster beasts.

And the so-called high-level monster beasts, at their worst, would at least be on par with the Raven.

God of Light, God of Darkness…

Non-human, and non-plant.

There was only one possibility left.

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Su Li looked at the Pope and suddenly laughed softly.

This wasn’t an emotional breakdown after understanding reality, but rather a feeling that: “You might as well have just simply wanted to achieve immortality from the beginning.”

Then he could still honestly be a salted fish after resolving the Pope issue.

The clouds in the sky were terribly large, and the already deafening thunderclaps seemed to have specially added a loudspeaker underneath, shaking people so much that it was difficult to hear what Su Li was saying.

Until…

Until a splash of bright red landed on Su Li’s face before anyone could react.

What happened?

Under everyone’s incredulous expressions, Su Li clearly saw a shadow standing behind everyone.

It was a young and beautiful woman who looked somewhat like Ophelia.

To be precise, Princess Ophelia somewhat resembled this lady.

What caused everyone’s expression to change was Leirela…

In the pouring rain, she laughed and cried as she said to the Pope who had been stabbed through. “You failed, you failed!”

It was incredible. No one had noticed when Leirela appeared, when she got the weapon, or when she stood behind everyone.

She shouldn’t have been that strong.

But she had concealed herself from everyone’s perception, took a dagger, and penetrated the Pope’s heart from behind.

“So, you who have failed will only belong to me.”

The bizarre changes in Leirela’s facial expressions were like someone in modern society becoming irritated while photoshopping and directly distorting all their facial features.

That scene might only seem funny if it were on a flat surface, but once it appears in three-dimensional space and actually exists, it would only seem terrifying.

“Why did you do this?” Mavis was the one who asked this question.

At least in Mavis’s view, Leirela was, like herself, one of the characters brainwashed by the Pope.