Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 105: [Fish] - Nerio’s Part (17)

John’s body had now turned into a shriveled corpse. The lake’s surface was dyed red with fresh blood, and the massive scale seemed to have drunk its fill, glowing with a brilliant crimson light, spinning continuously in mid-air.

Mr. William watched this scene, his eyes gleaming with an unhidden reverence. "O Supreme One, please continue to bless the William family with prosperity. The impostors within the castle shall be the next offering we dedicate to you!"

He spread his arms wide, speaking with fervor and resonance. Whether the scale could understand his words was unclear, but it continued to emit a dazzling red light.

Nerio felt that the scale seemed more enraged than pleased—for some reason, that was simply the impression he got.

Lucian curled his lips into a smirk and said, "As long as He remains here, our family’s prosperity is assured. Let’s go, Father. Why bother talking to a mere scale?"

Mr. William said nothing more and left with Lucian. He did not argue with Lucian’s words, accepting that this was nothing more than a scale.

[Haha, because the real god is under the ’water.’]

[Nerio will never guess what the true god is, haha.]

[Can’t wait for the clash of the two gods!]

[Isn’t it a bit unfair, though? The dungeon gods are all hideous, yet the gods of humanity are always stunning!]

[Can’t argue with that...]

Although the comments hadn’t revealed the whereabouts of that god, Silvanus felt like he had guessed something. He stared at the enormous fish scale still glowing red behind him, his eyes deep and contemplative.

"Father, let me handle those humans tonight. I know where they are," Lucian said.

Hearing this, Mr. William raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised by his son’s decision, yet also pleased—his son had finally matured. Lucian used to dislike trouble, never bothering with humans, not even scaring them. But this time, he was taking action because of Eryon’s face.

"Ever since you changed your face, I’ve noticed you’ve changed. But every change has pleased me. You’re about to become the perfect heir, Lucian," Mr. William said.

Lucian smiled smugly. "I’ll do even better."

Mr. William nodded in satisfaction, then returned to his room. The two of them went their separate ways.

Lucian narrowed his eyes, watching William’s back fade into the distance, then turned and headed toward the warehouse.

At this moment, the humans had finally managed to calm down the NPC girls who had just frantically fled from Mr. William’s room.

They had gone there in a group of three, but only two returned—and their clothes were stained with blood. It wasn’t hard to imagine what had happened inside that room.

The long-haired girl had somewhat regained her composure, but the blonde girl was still trembling with fear, her pupils dilated, her entire body curled up in terror.

The cross-eyed man spoke anxiously, "Something happened—we have to get out of here! We have to leave this place!"

Ron shot him a cold look. "Those girls didn’t listen to us and went to see Mr. William—you saw what happened to them. If you’re not afraid of dying, go ahead and try."

Ron’s words brought the man back to his senses. Still gripped by fear, he didn’t want to die. But what could they do? Mr. William hadn’t even been tempted by beauty. The man had a terrible feeling: the longer they stayed here, the more dangerous it would become.

"We should’ve never taken this scam job in the first place, no matter how much money it paid..." the long-haired man muttered dejectedly with his head down.

"Enough. Now’s not the time for regret," Cocona said coldly. She had no patience left for these NPCs. "Tell us what happened in Mr. William’s room."

The long-haired girl shrank back as she replied timidly, "Mr. William... he’s a monster! He waved his hand, and Anna’s head fell to the floor. We could only run!"

"What exactly did you say to him?" Vale suddenly spoke up, her eyes on the NPCs as if she already knew everything.

Her gaze made the NPCs squirm with guilt—they couldn’t even look her in the eye. After a long pause, the girl finally lowered her head and stammered, "We admit it... we’re con artists. Please, forgive us..."

Ha. Cocona laughed in fury, the expression that made it seem like she could summon a lightning bolt to wipe the NPCs out right then and there.

Alice glanced at Cocona and quickly said, "Alright, now explain why Anna was beheaded."

"She tried to touch Lucian’s face!" the blonde girl suddenly screamed, drawing everyone’s attention.

"She tried to touch Lucian’s face, and then Mr. William beheaded her, that’s all! Is that enough?! Why do we have to keep talking about this?!"

She thrashed wildly, though it was unclear if it was from fear or rage.

The black-haired man quickly held her back, afraid that her outburst might offend Cocona’s group.

"Alright, we’ll go see what this castle has to offer. If you don’t want to die, stop running around like headless chickens."

No sooner had Cocona finished speaking than the cross-eyed man shouted, "No! We want to come with you! You can’t just leave us here like this!"

Cocona narrowed her eyes, but Benjamin said, "Just leave them."

Cocona glanced at Benjamin and, in the end, said nothing more. The group continued heading toward the second floor—toward the storage room.

It was nighttime, yet the castle seemed almost entirely devoid of danger apart from the pervasive chill. It was as if it were a warning that all the real threats were awaiting them tonight in the warehouse.

Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Lucian stood before a grayish-white cloth, his eyes full of unreadable thoughts. After a moment of hesitation, he decisively pulled the fabric down.

The moment the cloth was removed, Lucian immediately felt the intense gaze of the monster in the painting. It stared wide-eyed at him, and the surroundings seemed to blur into obscurity—only its grotesque fish-like head remained in focus.

Its massive, terrifying eyes swiveled once before locking onto Lucian with an unblinking stare.

Lucian, however, showed no fear. He sat down so his eyes met the painting directly and said softly, "Sister, I miss you. Can we talk for a bit?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly swept through the warehouse, followed by the sound of dust—or something else—constantly falling to the floor. The items in the warehouse began to shake violently.

The painting before Lucian also transformed. Countless enormous eyes opened from within it—cold, dead fish eyes filled only with fury and death, all glaring at Lucian as though trying to pierce him.

At this point, the three members of the William family depicted in the painting had been replaced by a mass of unblinking eyes. The eyes fluttered open and shut, a sight straight out of a nightmare—especially for anyone with trypanophobia.

"GET OUT!" a harsh, raspy voice screamed—sounding like the speaker’s throat had long been destroyed.