Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 170: [Blizzard Manor] - Prophet’s part (17)

"Nightfall? Does that mean nighttime will be dangerous?" Fiona muttered.

Alice spoke softly, "Night is dangerous everywhere, Fiona."

"Alright, let’s search for any useful information first."

Drake’s voice rang out, and the others immediately followed his command, turning the steward’s room upside down, leaving no clue unchecked.

Drake looked at Saphen, lying in his arms. He still hadn’t done anything—just sat there. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

[Looks like Drake genuinely cares about Saphen. Doesn’t seem like some kind of test...]

[Well, makes sense. Saphen did just save all of them.]

[I honestly didn’t expect them to get into the steward’s room this quickly.]

[Baby Saphen better be okay, or I’m voting to cancel this storyline!]

[Agreed!]

Luis and a few others noticed Drake’s unusual concern for Saphen, but they kept quiet.

Though they didn’t know what Saphen had done or who he really was, their captain clearly held great concern for this seemingly ordinary child.

Just then, Saphen’s eyelids twitched—he looked like he was about to wake up.

Drake’s face lit up with joy, and he quickly asked, "Saphen, does anything still hurt?"

Saphen furrowed his brow without replying. He simply rested his head against Drake’s chest, clutching his head tightly as if he were in immense pain.

Worry flashed across Drake’s eyes, but there was nothing he could do. Alice couldn’t heal Saphen either—her level wasn’t high enough to treat what was truly wrong with him. The issue with Saphen—or rather, the Prophet—was something far greater...

Meanwhile, outside, in the castle’s grand hall, Susan and her group had just returned from outside the manor.

However, they didn’t look too well.

Compared to when they had left, they were now missing three people.

"I could feel that snowstorm heading straight for me..." Susan said quietly.

As soon as they left the manor, they couldn’t see it anymore when they turned around. They had wandered into the snow.

Susan suspected it was all an illusion. They had tried to break through it, but it was useless. Worse, the group had been split up and scattered.

They had no choice but to keep wandering through the snow, just like when they first entered the dungeon.

Perhaps this was the consequence the steward had warned about—what would happen if they tried to leave the manor.

But that wasn’t the end of it. Not long after they began walking, a small snowstorm emerged and came straight toward them. No matter how hard they tried to flee, it quickly caught up—like it had a mind of its own—and it only grew larger and more intense.

No one knew what was inside the dark, gloomy blizzard.

But the moment it engulfed them, Susan felt a bone-chilling cold pierce through her heart, along with the terrifying sensation of being targeted by a colossal creature.

That massive creature, hidden in the snow, had a vague shape. All Susan could make out was an extremely long arm that swung down with terrifying force, as if it meant to smash her into a bloody pulp.

But if killing Susan was that easy, she wouldn’t be the high priestess of the angel Gabriel.

Just as the creature’s huge hand was about to strike Susan, a blinding light flared, forming a radiant shield that blocked the monster’s attack.

"Monster—die!"

At the same time, Susan’s cold voice rang out, colder than the snowstorm itself.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The monster let out a deafening scream—but the sound was eerily human. It wasn’t just one voice, but several layered over each other, creating a distorted, glitchy effect—like a broken television.

The creature twisted and contorted wildly, trying to resist Susan’s command. Its power was clearly not insignificant; it quickly broke free from the hold of her order and fled.

The snowstorm rapidly dissipated, leaving behind only splattered blood on the snowy ground—and the disappearance of one of Zara’s believers.

"What a coincidence—the monster we encountered was the same, and I also felt like it was targeting me," Jessica chimed in.

The moment the snowstorm appeared, the monster immediately attacked Jessica without hesitation. But once it realized it couldn’t get anything from her, it quickly retreated—taking with it two of Susan’s believers as if in frustration.

Zara couldn’t help but say, "It feels like the monster’s real targets were Susan and Jessica, and when it couldn’t get either of them, it grabbed some trophies to vent its anger."

"Did the monster attack you, Zara?" Susan asked at that moment.

Zara scratched her head awkwardly and replied, "When the monster was retreating, it tried to grab me, but I quickly ran over to Jessica. With her protection, I was fine."

Susan spoke coldly, "The believers who were taken were definitely stronger than those who remain."

She didn’t care how the remaining believers felt about that statement—after all, she was just stating the truth.

Zara seemed to suddenly realize something and nodded. "That makes sense... that monster is seriously cunning!"

Jessica gave a small smile, though her eyes were icy. "This feels more like a designed mechanism."

She looked at Susan and said, "You probably noticed it too—on the first day, when the child next to Drake pointed out which foods were edible, there was almost nothing safe to eat around him. You and I were the same—the edible food was mostly located on the weaker people’s side."

Zara’s face turned pale with fear upon hearing that. "So this dungeon is targeting the strong?!"

Jessica nodded. "Based on everything the monsters have shown so far—that’s exactly what it looks like."

She fell into thought for a moment. "But that also means it’s less likely that Tom and Mason ate the wrong food. I’m starting to suspect that what’s inside them isn’t because of food poisoning."

Jessica concluded, "First of all, don’t be too relieved about being weak. The weak have no right to survive in this place—luck alone won’t cut it."

Zara frowned. "That was uncalled for, Jessica. This isn’t the time to tear each other down."

Jessica gave a cold smile and said nothing.

[Exactly—this place targets the strong, but the weak really are easier to kill.]

[Susan and the others still haven’t realized what’s really going on, hahaha.]

[Well, it’s only the first day, so it makes sense they haven’t caught on yet.]

[The background characters always die first—no exceptions, hahaha.]

At that moment, footsteps echoed from the staircase—it was Emilia’s group, stiffly making their way down. They had obeyed Susan’s orders to remain in their rooms until lunchtime. Now that they were descending, it signaled that lunchtime had arrived.

Zara, unfazed, said, "Captain Drake and the others haven’t shown up. They stayed in the mansion to investigate... don’t tell me they’ve been trapped somewhere?"

Jessica and Susan remained silent, and Zara couldn’t help but grow anxious.

Susan finally spoke softly, "If it’s a problem Drake can’t handle, do you think we could? For now, let’s just focus on staying alive."

Missing lunch would result in punishment—no one was eager to test the consequences.

As usual, the dining table was filled with enticing dishes, though the quantity had decreased, almost as if the chef had known exactly how many people would be eating.

Jessica slightly raised an eyebrow.

Just then, the butler’s voice rang out:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the rules of the mansion will be adjusted slightly. From now on, the kitchen is a restricted area. Guests are not allowed to enter the kitchen."

This sudden rule change was jarring and challenged everyone’s perception of the dungeon’s laws. Typically, rules in dungeons were rigid and unchanging once announced.

Susan smiled and asked gently, "Has the master of the mansion just revised the rules? Did something happen, perhaps?"

Being someone who always spoke courteously, Susan received a very gentle reply from the butler. But before responding, the butler’s body seemed to pause for a moment—like a malfunctioning robot. His smile twisted oddly for a brief second, before returning to normal. He nodded and said:

"Yes, the master has indeed revised the rules. As for the reason... simply because Ethan doesn’t like people asking about his kitchen."

Jessica smirked. "Seems your frail master cares quite a bit about the mansion’s chef."

The butler’s expression darkened instantly. His eyes turned cold as he looked at Jessica.

"Our master is not frail," he said icily.

Then, his face turned dazed and dreamy, filled with reverence and admiration.

"Of course, our master is a truly kind man. He treats everyone well—even the servants! And I’m sure all of you will also be moved by his kindness."

Susan smiled. "Then I truly look forward to meeting him."

The butler looked a bit melancholic. "It’s just... his health hasn’t been very good lately. But don’t worry—soon, very soon, you’ll all meet him. Very soon..."

He kept mumbling, almost as if slipping into madness.

After a while, he seemed to snap out of it and said, "Alright then, please enjoy your lunch for now."

He didn’t mention Drake’s group at all, as if they had been erased from his memory.

Or perhaps, to him, those about to face punishment weren’t even worth remembering anymore.

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