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

Chapter 120

How does one define a person’s life and death?

“Xia Zuo” stood in the bathroom of the red building, staring at the mirror that reflected his upper body.

In this world, those with great power could follow their heart’s desires and bring death to others at will.

Xia Zuo was like this, and so was the Pope.

In his memories, Xia Zuo had once, under Ophelia’s repeated commands, killed innocent people who had nothing to do with him, time and again to prove his loyalty to her.

The Pope in his memories was even more so.

Whether it was turning a blind eye to others’ schemes and plots, actively guiding certain people to their deaths, or simply ordering the secret execution of others…

Even worse, to demonstrate his dignity, he killed a child who showed no respect for the God of Light.

Although that was something the Pope had done in his youth, all memories related to life and death kept resurfacing and intensifying in “Xia Zuo’s” mind.

“Xia Zuo” suddenly thought of Su Li.

He remembered the youth who had inexplicably extended an invitation to him earlier that day.

At that time, a voice had been screaming in his head, telling him to kill.

Kill who?

Kill Su Li.

But why would he want to kill Su Li?

He felt that Su Li had no contempt for that “ambition.”

Perhaps he even had a unique trait compared to everyone else in this world who would compromise for the strong. This strange person with zero elemental affinity… no, he shouldn’t say perhaps. He should say that Su Li definitely had a unique understanding of that ambition.

However, memories related to the Pope kept stirring, indicating impossibility, repeatedly affirming that no one could understand that ambition.

The Pope of Light had learned the truth about the world at a relatively young age.

At that time, he couldn’t believe it and didn’t want to accept it. But in the end, under the cold gaze of the previous Pope, he calmed down and even tentatively asked: “How can you be so calm?”

“Why?”

“Because it doesn’t matter.”

“No matter how powerful those monster beasts are, or what kind of existence we are in their eyes, it’s irrelevant. As long as they don’t choose to openly interfere with this world, with our rights.”

This was the impression the Pope had initially left in his mind.

People in this world would never choose to draw their swords against those stronger than themselves.

It was natural for the strong to bully the weak, and equally natural for the stronger to keep the weak as pets.

Time and again, everyone proved this point, until the Pope in his memories chose to ask himself why he had been able to force himself to remain calm when facing the previous Pope.

Because he too was a weakling.

The weak didn’t even dare to express doubt to the strong.

Therefore, he wanted to enter that monster beast society that kept humans as pets, even though such an act was considered treasonous.

But he still wanted to do it.

Why should monster beasts be able to keep humans as pets, just like humans kept pets…

That’s why he wanted to enter that monster beast society, which was completely unrelated to humans and couldn’t even be re