The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 131.1 - Without Initiative, There’s No Story (part 1)

The three entered the forest one after another. Not long after, their exploration of the forest’s interior was halted by Su Li’s statement.

“...I think we should find someone from a higher grade who has participated in field training before and collaborate with them. That would make it easier to get useful information.”

At the very least, they needed to know what normal students did during their one-month field training period.

Rather than what they were doing now—three people simply walking straight into the Beast Forest.

Cyril stopped his foot just before stepping onto another pile of damp, rotting leaves. He looked at Su Li, whose face appeared somewhat dimmed due to the forest’s gloomy environment, and said, “I think we should do that too.”

Qi said, “But that’s impossible.”

The Money Class naturally had a barrier between them and students from other classes, and it was an insurmountably thick barrier.

Among elementalists, under normal circumstances, students from the Money Class were also the weakest batch.

As for those students who had previously left the Money Class... the fact that no one had proactively approached them to share information already indicated that those people hadn’t received any positive assistance during their past field training experiences.

Furthermore...

Cyril and Qi looked at Su Li with tacit understanding.

The person in question had never clearly recognized the kind of disconnect between himself and other students.

In terms of social relationships, Su Li belonged to that unremarkable middle ground—neither a social butterfly nor someone who feared social interaction.

Having never actively engaged in emotional exchanges with others, he naturally had no way to receive friendly treatment from them.

Secondly...

The forest law of survival of the fittest, which had been taught and followed for many years, could not be completely crushed by merely two books.

Su Li found the gazes of the two beside him perplexing. “What’s that look for?”

“It means you should understand the meaning of field training better than we do,” Cyril lightly defined Su Li’s non-initiative in social behavior as other people lacking discernment and not knowing how to take initiative.

Without initiative, there’s naturally no story.

He turned in a different direction and continued walking. “Ultimately, the field training organized by the academy is simply a platform provided for students to engage in actual combat, to prevent them from becoming hollow elementalists who possess only theoretical knowledge but lack practical combat ability after leaving the academy.”

“In this situation, what we should obviously do is apply what we’ve learned before in various aspects.”

Qi gestured for Su Li to walk between the two of them.

At this point, he appropriately supplemented what Cyril had not paid attention to. “For example, selecting opponents that can enhance our combat abilities without easily causing our deaths.”

Qi walked beside the thick, intertwined tree trunks, frowning uncontrollably at the rotting leaves beneath his feet.

However, upon seeing Su Li just a meter ahead, turning his head to listen attentively to Qi’s words, Qi suppressed his expression of discomfort.

He didn’t forget to remind him. “Watch your step.”

“I feel like I’m being treated like some child,” Su Li said indifferently, though in reality he was extremely vigilant about the completely unfamiliar environment of the Beast Forest.

He already had plenty of written reports and conceptual information about monster beasts.

Su Li just lacked the visual memory to match monster beasts with their textual descriptions.

The three of them continued deeper into the Beast Forest while chatting.

Until Cyril, who was walking in front as a scout, suddenly stopped.

Su Li knew that something had been discovered.

What kind of creature would it be?

It would be impossible to say he wasn’t curious.

Regarding his interest in monster beast civilization, Su Li didn’t feel he was as noble as others might think, especially not like Egbert’s notion of achieving something of historic significance.

Compared to his life goals that had already been achieved before his transmigration (retiring before 30), Su Li had, after very serious and detailed consideration in the recent period, set a requirement for himself to retire in this other world before he turned 18.

In simple terms, he wanted this world, after he turned 18, to rarely have events that would damage his property or endanger his personal safety.

And this trip to the Beast Forest...

The implications were much more profound.

Su Li lightened his breathing.

It wasn’t until his gaze followed the direction Cyril was intensely staring at that he discovered a monster beast standing under a thick tree. It looked like a wolf, but its fur was so long it dragged on the ground, and its four limbs were exceptionally thick and powerful.

Su Li had no way to identify it.

Cyril and Qi’s attention wasn’t on the creature’s species either, but on the density of elements surrounding the monster beast.

Compared to what the other two youths saw with their eyes—the ultra-high-density fire-red element particles surrounding the monster beast—Su Li noticed the creature hidden inside the obvious hollow of that large tree.

A squirrel?

When this thought entered his mind, Su Li discarded it in just one second.

Because it was a creature that looked like a skinned rat.

Moreover, before Cyril and Qi could react, it had already been pulled out of the tree hollow by the long-haired wolf and stuffed into its mouth.

The chilling sound of chewing arose, the crisp sound of bones breaking and grinding was so piercing that the shrill squeak of agony, which was enough to cause ringing in one’s ears, could hardly surpass the dread that suddenly rose in the hearts of the three.

Su Li murmured, “If ‘Man and Nature’ captured this scene, I’m afraid it wouldn’t pass the broadcasting censors.”

Blood flowed down the corners of the long-haired wolf’s mouth, and the screams gradually disappeared during the chewing process.

In theory, the food chain wouldn’t involve intelligent species.

After all, humans, who were skilled at using their hands to create weapons, always had ways to crush the food chain and forcibly create new food chains.

Unfortunately, this mentality didn’t apply in this other world.

Qi looked at Cyril. “Shall we go for it?”

Cyril, however, shifted his gaze to Su Li.

Upon noticing this, Su Li directly waved his hand and said, “Whether to engage or not depends on your judgment of the chosen opponent’s strength, not my safety.”

As he spoke, Su Li pointed at his chest.

Inside his clothes, that red and blue intertwined final creation had been exerting its effect all along.

The person who had assigned himself the role of a mascot also told the other two children, “Don’t worry about me. If we’re really unlucky enough to encounter a ninth-level monster beast right at the door, then we can only say that the King of Hell is still in the human world.”

Su Li made a cold joke that children of this other world couldn’t understand.

But Cyril knew that incomprehensible cold jokes were what Su Li habitually used when encountering things that made him nervous.

This could be used to ease others’ mental state, and it could also make Su Li himself feel a bit better.

So Cyril just nodded, then directly stepped on the rotting leaves, moving forward one step to place his entire body within the long-haired wolf’s field of vision.

Qi didn’t move.

This was perhaps the tacit understanding that the three-person group possessed when they chose not to separate.

Cyril’s glance as he stepped out was not understood by Su Li. But the master of stream of consciousness—Qi—instantly understood that Cyril’s glance meant he would take the first move in this encounter.

Whether hoping for a good start or something else, Qi gave up the idea of exposing himself.

Even though he felt that the three of them had actually been spotted by the long-haired wolf long ago.

It was just that because they were so close to Su Li, they were covered by the aura of the final creation, which prevented the wolf from actively attacking.

Qi also pondered that there might be another possibility.

For instance, compared to the plump, clean, hairless creature that looked like it could be eaten directly without having to skin it—the bald rat—humans wearing clothes might be more troublesome to eat...

So the wolf chose not to confront them immediately?

Qi still couldn’t believe that the final creation could completely repel monster beasts.

Even if this thing had clear functional records in some books, Qi didn’t dare to gamble with Su Li’s safety.

Su Li was pulled by the youth, and after a big detour, they hid in a subtle position where he could perfectly observe the battlefield but wouldn’t be discovered by the wolf.

The RPG player’s battle began.

Silently reciting this, Su Li looked at the scene.

But three minutes later, he was confused.

“Before elements are condensed into a substance that I can see, do they also have the effect of being able to attack each other, or harm others and objects?”

Su Li suddenly felt that this field training might provide more convenient ways to understand various information than staying in Castor’s laboratory conducting various tests.

“I don’t know,” Qi revealed a puzzled expression.

Qi’s vision was certainly different from Su Li’s. He could clearly see that there had already been several clashes between the long-haired wolf and Cyril in the distance.

Whether it was the change in the density of element factors, or the surging force produced when physical techniques directly collided, everything appeared very powerful.

Completely different from when Cyril was beaten up by the Holy Sons/Maiden Legion.

But Su Li couldn’t see it.

Su Li couldn’t see any elemental changes; he could only see the battle between Cyril and that wolf, which was incredible as every offensive move was countered by every defensive move.

Even the wolf’s elbow joints could bend to a degree that normal animals could never achieve.

It was unclear whose speed was faster, but after a cracking sound of bones twisting from Cyril’s arm, a large piece of skin was also torn off the wolf’s back, blood splashing.

Immediately after, things that were originally invisible seemed to suddenly be granted “visibility.” Su Li could clearly see that there were numerous pale green silk-like threads in the air, some of which happened to form a cross-cutting momentum, forcibly tearing off the fur on the wolf’s back.

Although the price was the twisting of Cyril’s left hand and a seemingly unavoidable flame attack right in front of him.

All this happened in an instant.

The transformation from probing attacks to a life-and-death battle occurred in just a flash.

Qi’s lips were tightly pressed together, pale in color.

Because he couldn’t be certain whether Cyril could win this battle.

In the process of being unilaterally beaten by adult members inside the small building, Cyril had developed many techniques for fighting against people. If he faced opponents of similar elemental strength, he could easily win with overwhelming superiority. But once facing monster beasts of similar strength, Cyril, who had never directly fought monster beasts before, inevitably suffered some disadvantages.

And monster beasts with elemental strength similar to Cyril’s had battle methods completely different from the straightforward raven.

It was an enemy with obvious wildness, yet also possessed some instinctive combat techniques forged from life-and-death situations.

Cyril gradually developed a ferocious nature.

His eyes uncontrollably transformed into non-human vertical pupils.

His clothes and hair, singed chaotically by the elemental fire, and the twisted bones of his left wrist, could not become things that held him back; on the contrary, they became the sources fueling Cyril’s ferocity.

I can win.

When this thought existed, Cyril’s spine had already bent into an extreme posture that only high-level dancers could achieve.

Afterward, those forces originally used to condense wind element threads became the best acceleration tools.

Su Li didn’t miss any scene, but he could still only see Cyril’s extreme speed, which seemed to suddenly jump from one point to another.

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Assuming 24 frames per second, this scene, like a sudden screen jump, represented that Cyril crossed the ten-meter distance between himself and the long-haired wolf at a speed of 1/24 of a second.

The wind element condensed into obvious color traces on his fist, with a pale green streak like a meteor drawing a long trail in the air.

In the next second, Su Li saw the long-haired wolf being blown back several meters.

But the battle was not over yet.

When faced with life-threatening danger, monster beasts, like ordinary wild animals, would make one of two choices: flee or fight to the death.

The long-haired wolf chose the latter.

The subsequent battle, however, was within expectations.

Cyril won.

But when he lost his strength and sat heavily on the ground, the wolf was already lying down, with only its last breath remaining.

As Su Li sighed inwardly and walked forward, he suddenly felt the gaze of Cyril, who abruptly turned his head to stare at him.

Apart from the dark red scales that had already covered both sides of his cheeks, Cyril’s eyes, which were usually as round as a dog’s eyes, had also completely transformed into non-human vertical pupils.

If the usual blue in Cyril’s eyes was like seawater cradled in one’s palm, always containing a certain inexplicable softness, then now his blue vertical pupils could only make one feel like ice picks carved bit by bit from sharp blades.

Qi’s forward movement also paused, until Su Li called him, and he hurriedly took out bandages and medicines from his space alchemy tool.

Then he urgently stuffed several rolls of bandages into Su Li’s hands.

While Su Li was bandaging Cyril, Qi tentatively asked, “Don’t you feel uncomfortable?”

When being stared at by Cyril’s eyes, which were like ice picks, all Qi could think of was: I’m going to be killed.