Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 100: [Fish] - Nerio’s Part (12)

Eryon frowned at Lucian, trying to shake off his hand—but he couldn’t. Lucian gripped his hand tightly, ice-cold and stiff like a corpse.

Eryon furrowed his brow and said in a low voice, "That’s enough. I want to find my teammates. Nothing is interesting about your room—it’s boring!"

"Isn’t it a bit too late to be scared now?" Lucian said with a grin. His face gradually distorted, losing all semblance of humanity. By this point, he didn’t even care to maintain a human appearance anymore.

Eryon’s eyes widened as he shouted, "Let go of me!"

He threw his whole strength into breaking free from Lucian’s grip. Maybe Lucian let him go on purpose—somehow, Eryon managed to escape!

He bolted for the door, trying to open it and flee, but no matter what he did, the door wouldn’t budge. It was tightly sealed—just like the bathroom door that day.

Eryon turned around, his back against the wall, eyes filled with panic as Lucian’s grotesque face crept closer and closer. It was only now that he realized this was a dungeon, a deadly place filled with traps and monsters.

[But it’s too late, hahaha. Get ready to witness Eryon’s decapitation scene.]

[There’s a hint of panic in his eyes, beads of sweat sliding down that flawless face. Why? Why, even now, does Eryon still look this perfectly beautiful? It’s unacceptable!]

[That’s right—even if he dies, I’ll still love him!]

[We’re lucky we’ll still see Eryon’s face until the end of this dungeon.]

[Exactly—I might not love Eryon, but I love his face!]

Lucian advanced toward Eryon at an agonizingly slow pace, like a predator toying with its prey.

"Ha... even that frightened expression is beautiful. So beautiful. A face this perfect deserves to be on a body with a flawless identity—like mine!"

"No—it’s you! You’re the monster in the castle! My teammates won’t let you get away with this!" Eryon roared, his eyes filled with despair. He looked as if he had accepted death.

"Your teammates? Let’s hope they make it past the second night. Ha ha..."

"And now—die!"

As soon as Lucian finished speaking, he slashed his arm through the air. A razor-sharp blade of water sliced cleanly through Eryon’s neck.

Eryon’s head fell, rolling across the ground, his face still frozen in terror—and maybe just a hint of regret. His body collapsed, fresh blood gushing from the wound, staining the floor a bright crimson, like a small stream.

[It’s over. Hopefully, Eryon’s delusional fans will shut up now. He had no power—he couldn’t do anything, hahaha.]

Lucian’s smile grew even more exaggerated. He rushed over and picked up Eryon’s head like he couldn’t wait another second to put it on his shoulders.

He held it up with both hands, blood seeping into his palms, completely unfazed.

He stared at Eryon’s face from up close, his obsession impossible to hide. He mumbled, "This face is so beautiful. And now, it’s mine. My face is so beautiful..."

But at that moment, Eryon’s expression suddenly changed!

He glanced at Lucian—and under Lucian’s shocked, disbelieving gaze, Eryon burst into laughter:

"Ha ha ha! What an honour, truly! I’m so flattered you think my face is beautiful—it is beautiful, right? I’ve always thought so, too, ha ha ha!"

His tone was cheerful—but the problem was, he had already been decapitated!

"You bitch, Elena!" Lucian roared and hurled Eryon’s head away.

"Hey, no need to be so rough, right? Didn’t you love this handsome face of mine?"

No one knew exactly when, but Eryon’s body had already stood back up. He caught the head Lucian had thrown and held it in front of him. The head looked at Lucian, talking non-stop and even giggling as if thoroughly amused by Lucian’s reaction.

Lucian was enraged. "I don’t care what the hell you are—just die!"

He lunged forward, clearly intending to attack Eryon—but just then, a surge of crystal-clear water suddenly burst forth, enveloping Lucian entirely. Before he could react, the water swallowed him whole!

The water splashed down to the ground with a crash, and Lucian’s body had vanished entirely. The spacious room now only held Eryon’s body, holding Eryon’s head, standing by the door.

A scene so bizarre it defied belief.

"Well, well, well... things are about to get a lot more interesting," Eryon said as he lifted his head and reattached it to his neck. The cut disappeared instantly as if it had never been there.

He smirked slightly, flicked his wrist, and water flowed smoothly over his body. In the next moment, his body morphed into Lucian’s—only his face remained the same.

The blood on both his body and the floor vanished. Eryon raised an eyebrow, admiring the luxurious robes now adorning him, golden threads glimmering along the fabric. His gaze was serene and proud, like a being that nothing in this world could stand against.

Meanwhile, the comments section had completely exploded with madness after Eryon’s "performance":

[What the hell just happened?! WHAT. THE. HELL. DID. I. JUST. SEE?! I’m not hallucinating, right?! WTFFFFF!!!!]

[wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[I just pulled out my eyeballs and rinsed them to ensure I wasn’t seeing things. I’m still on the right stream, right?!]

[I am shaking! Eryon is DEFINITELY Nerio—an egomaniac, a drama king—he must be Nerio, hahaha!]

[The people who wanted to see Eryon die must be so disappointed right now, hahahaha!]

[I only wanted Eryon dead when he seemed like a dumb, useless guy—but HE’S NERIO! Nerio, I love you! This version of you is even hotter than in the previous dungeon! I’m losing it!]

[He was a cute shota before, and now he’s my husband!]

[No—with that face, he’s my wife, kkkkkkk]

[The women have gone insane...]

[I want to xxx and then xxx and then xxx xxxx Nerio xxx]

[Notice: Overly explicit comments will be blocked without warning.]

[This system’s crazy—it doesn’t block any blood and gore but bans harmless comments like these!]

[Exactly! We object!]

"Why are there no mirrors in this place? Such a shame," Nerio said softly, though he didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he walked over to a large picture frame hanging on the wall and pulled down the dusty grey cloth covering it. The entire image was revealed.

But it wasn’t exactly a photo—it was a painting—a family portrait of the William family.

It looked like it had been created long ago, judging by how young Mr and Mrs William appeared, and Lucian looked no older than 14. The only thing "new" in the painting... was the presence of another figure.

Not exactly human.

It was a strange creature—its head was that of an odd, ugly fish, yet from the shoulders down, it had the body of a human, dressed in a beautiful princess gown now torn and ragged.

In the painting, all members of the William family stood composed—only that creature was crying. Tears trickled from its bulging eyes as if they might float up into the sky like bubbles.

Countless tiny slashes and pinpricks could be seen in the part of the painting where the creature is depicted, which is clear proof of how much the owner of this room despised it.

And yet, oddly enough, the large painting remained hung here—not thrown away, not burned—just covered with a sheet of greyish-white cloth, as if it were past that someone refused to acknowledge.

Just then, Nerio suddenly felt a gaze fixated on him.

It was coming from the creature’s eyes in the painting.

Its bulging eyes now stared directly at him, wide and intense. The malice in those eyes was entirely different from the pathetic form it bore in the painting—as if another presence was watching Nerio through the portrait.

Or rather, at this moment, it should be said: watching Lucian.

In a flash, countless thoughts surged through Nerio’s mind.

Then, he lowered his eyes, and a flicker of sadness and confusion clouded his gaze as though he were sinking into his thoughts.

Suddenly, his expression changed. With a burst of anger, he furrowed his brows and slashed fiercely at the painted creature’s body.

"Die!"

Then, without hesitation, he turned away and pulled the grey cloth back over the painting, shutting it away from view.

[I wonder how Nerio’s mind works... it feels like he knows everything.]

[He even described Lucian’s weird emotions toward Elena, hahaha.]

[At the very least, Lucian and Elena used to be a close sibling duo—despite how bizarre Elena looked...]

[If he hadn’t been brainwashed, Lucian might’ve been a decent person...]

[Please, these things are monsters. Don’t make them sound soft and tragic—those "past stories" are just scripted fiction!]

[But hey... who knows? Maybe one day, the monsters will be assigned a tragic storyline, and one might suddenly decide to help humanity, hahaha.]

[Stop daydreaming.]

Silvanus read through all the comments without much surprise.

Earlier, he had chosen to act that way because of Lucian’s strange decision to keep a painting of someone he despised in his room. Then, there is a clear separation between Lucian and the creature in the painting—they are on different sides. Even if Lucian’s behaviour suddenly turned a little strange, the creature would, at most, find it annoying but wouldn’t question it too deeply.

Luckily, he’d made the right call.

Lucian seemed to have some unresolved issues with the creature in that painting.

Something had happened... in this family.