Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 171: [Blizzard Manor] - Prophet’s part (18)

Drake’s group had been searching the butler’s room all along, probably unaware of just how much time passed differently inside compared to the outside. Or even if they had suspected something, they likely didn’t care—after all, they wouldn’t miss a chance to find clues in the butler’s room.

The butler’s room wasn’t very large, and with so many of them, it didn’t take long to search every corner.

Bella jumped down from a tall bookshelf, holding in her hands a notebook wrapped in goatskin. One look was enough to tell it was used to record important things.

She exclaimed happily, "Look! A notebook—this must be the butler’s diary!"

She shook the notebook in her hands, releasing a cloud of dust from it, giving the impression that the entire thing was so decayed not a single intact page remained.

However, no matter how decayed it was, it shouldn’t have contained that much dust.

Bella and the others quickly realized something was wrong.

"Stop!" fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Luis shouted. But it was too late—the entire notebook in Bella’s hands suddenly disintegrated into ash and collapsed to the ground. Though it wasn’t much, the fine ash instantly enveloped the entire room, seemingly pulling in other dust particles as well, making the air so thick and murky they could barely see their own hands. The sensation of dust getting into their eyes was far from pleasant.

"What the hell is this!" Fiona grumbled in frustration.

But they didn’t remain in the dust for long. A violent windstorm suddenly arose right inside the enclosed room. The strong wind caught them all up; before they could even react, they could feel the vortex pulling them somewhere! A flash of brilliant white and strange black lines grew larger and larger before their eyes—then everything fell into darkness!

It all happened extremely fast. Meanwhile, the viewers watching the livestream could clearly see it: Drake’s group was swallowed by the dust, which then turned into a whirlwind, shrank, and was finally sucked into the butler’s diary!

"Pop!"

Right after the dust had been completely absorbed into the book, the notebook, which had been floating mid-air, simply snapped shut and fell to the ground.

Drake’s group only felt a violent jolt before they quickly stabilized themselves.

Looking around again, they found themselves still in the butler’s room. The location hadn’t changed—but the room was now far cleaner and newer. The lights were even on. It was clear that someone still lived here.

"This definitely isn’t the same space as before. The walls are brand new—newer than even the ones in the living room. We might have gone back in time!" Luis guessed.

Fiona quickly opened the wardrobe to check. Upon seeing the tailcoat hanging inside, she confirmed, "It’s definitely still the butler’s room. The wardrobe hasn’t changed."

Drake looked at the diary still in Bella’s hands. This time, the diary looked brand new—its goatskin cover spotless.

Bella quickly stepped forward and handed the diary to Drake.

Meanwhile, Saphen had been placed in a chair. He kept his eyes lowered, never once looking at them. His brows were slightly furrowed—whether from lingering pain or something else, it was unclear.

[Punishment’s coming, hahaha]

[At the very least, if they make it out of this, they’ll have gathered a lot of useful info]

[Let’s see if they can make it out first]

[Saphen’s definitely going to bite the dust here. Just look at that bloodless face—he looks like he could collapse any second now]

This audience truly wanted him dead—perhaps his frail appearance genuinely irritated them. But it didn’t matter. The more annoyed they were by him, the better. All those acting points would end up in his hands anyway.

Just moments ago, he had seen three livestream screens shut down—it was the monster in the snow that had taken them.

Susan’s group may not have seen the creature clearly, but Silvanus had seen it perfectly through the livestream footage.

That monster was clearly composed of countless other monsters. They all had human bodies, but dried out and twisted, their skin a pale, eerie white. Each of them bore savage, fatal wounds in various parts of their bodies. They clumped together to form a single, larger figure—headless—and attacked anyone who dared leave the manor.

Perhaps these monsters only appeared during the snowstorm. But if the snowstorm hadn’t shown up, Susan’s group likely wouldn’t have found their way back so easily.

The audience was flooding the comment section with loud, chaotic reactions. Silvanus already knew—it was lunchtime now, and since they were still stuck here, punishment would be coming soon.

The butler’s diary wasn’t anything particularly special. The only information laid out before them was the butler’s unwavering loyalty and deep obsession with the master of the manor.

Only now did they finally learn that the master of the mansion was called Lord Vincent.

[Today is another day of wholeheartedly serving Lord Vincent. He’s just far too kind, to everyone. A foolish maid broke one of his precious vases, yet he didn’t even punish her severely! She should’ve been thrown out of the manor! Lord Vincent is too kind, far too kind! Thankfully Sana and Nana are here to handle these stupid maids!]

[Ethan is getting weirder by the day—he even served raw food to Lord Vincent today, claiming he forgot to cook it. Then why is he even a chef anymore?! If Lord Vincent weren’t so kind-hearted, the manor would’ve changed chefs long ago!]

[I told Lord Vincent that Ethan’s mind isn’t right, but he won’t listen—he just thinks Ethan is tired...]

[Today, Lord Vincent rescued another person from the snowstorm! He’s just too kind, but those people always disappoint him. They leave without even saying a word. Such rude individuals!]

[Lord Vincent helped the family of a poor maid again—how can he be this good? I swear I’d follow him to the end of my life!]

Every word painted the image of a manor master so generous and kind that even his own butler felt upset on his behalf.

The maids Sana and Nana were praised as the best, while the chef Ethan was deemed mentally unstable, unfit to remain in the mansion. The only reason he was still around was because the master was simply too kind-hearted.

Just a glance at the butler’s diary made it clear—Lord Vincent’s kindness was almost saintly.

[So touching I could cry, hahaha]

[Good people always die young, hahaha]

[Why does no one feel sorry for the fate of a good man?!]

[Isn’t it because he was too kind that he ended up dooming the whole manor? The butler’s probably the most normal one here.]

[Judging by how obsessed he is with Vincent, the butler’s not mentally stable either.]

The entire diary was filled with nothing but praise from the butler for Vincent. Drake was about to flip to the next pages when suddenly, flames burst forth—consuming all the remaining pages. It was as if some powerful force didn’t want them to uncover any more information from the butler’s diary.

"Anyway, we’ve learned the name of the castle’s master, and he must’ve been a kind man—at least in the butler’s eyes," Alice said softly.

Just then, fresh blood—its origin unknown—suddenly seeped across the diary, staining it crimson. The blood flowed relentlessly, spreading over every word, licking each line before dripping to the floor with wet, sticky splashes.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

At that exact moment, a deafening sound rang out—as if some enormous creature was steadily approaching them through the hallway, each step shaking the floor, making the entire room tremble with its force.

At the same time, the room before them began to change, swiftly shedding its clean and intact appearance, reverting to its original dilapidated, dust-filled state. The diary had now completely turned to ash.

"BANG!"

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with brutal force, exploding into razor-sharp wooden shards that flew toward them like missiles.

The group dodged quickly. Drake rushed to carry Saphen over to the bed—the safest place, farthest from the battlefield. He summoned his great blade, his eyes turning icy cold as he stared toward the doorway.

There, blocking the entrance, were two enormous monsters—one hanging upside down from the doorframe, the other crawling along the floor.

Their long hair obscured their faces. Their skin was an ashen gray, mottled with necrotic patches. They were completely naked, with limbs far longer than those of any normal human.

Most horrifying of all—they had two pairs of arms and two pairs of legs, grotesquely elongated, constantly writhing across the ground. Their fingers looked boneless, like worms slithering with disturbing fluidity.

The monster crawling on the floor suddenly twisted its head a full 180 degrees. Its hair flipped up, revealing a face covered in scars that reached down to the bone. Blood and maggots squirmed together on its cheeks, dripping noisily to the ground. Its eyes were gone—just two gaping, dark holes—and its mouth had been sewn shut, the stitches pulling into a crescent-shaped grin that stretched all the way to its ears.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺