Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 177: [Blizzard Manor] - Prophet’s part (24)

The others didn’t want to laugh, but the scene combined with Fiona’s words was too ridiculous.

Meanwhile, the comment section had practically drowned in a sea of censored words.

Drake’s expression was highly unpleasant. He didn’t care much about what he was wearing — his emotions were on the verge of erupting, and suppressing them made him more irritable with each passing second.

The reason for this vivid display before him was apparent — Saphen wasn’t with them.

Drake’s hand clenched tightly beside the table, instantly turning a corner of it into fine dust.

Luis, standing to the side, quickly signaled to Alice. All of them knew that right now, they had to stop Drake.

Alice couldn’t help but frown. She wasn’t confident she could persuade Drake, but she had no choice but to speak up:

"Captain Drake, maybe Saphen is here somewhere as well. We need to act cautiously and gather more information — that’s the only way we’ll be able to find the boy."

Drake replied coldly, "I don’t need you to tell me that."

With that, he led the way outside, every step he took radiating fury as if his feet might break through the floor at any moment.

Outside, Sana and Nana were frowning, annoyed at how slow the new maids were. But the moment they came face-to-face with Drake, they couldn’t help but pause, seemingly intimidated by the overwhelming killing intent emanating from him.

It felt like he could snap their necks with his bare hands.

Their gazes darkened — and then filled with excitement.

Drake’s group exited the room one by one. Fortunately, they were all assigned to the same task. Sana and Nana even reminded them to stick close together and to call out if they encountered any danger immediately.

"Be careful of the night."

The two maids left behind that cryptic warning before departing.

Just what exactly was in the night?

"Detective, sir, we can only rely on you now. You must help us get to the bottom of this. Our master has been unable to eat or sleep for days because of it!"

Elsewhere, the butler spoke respectfully and sincerely to a man in his thirties, dressed like a detective straight out of a comic book, complete with a magnifying glass.

Faced with the butler’s trust, the detective nodded indifferently and replied,

"I will find the culprit."

Then, without delay, he searched the castle, his figure quickly disappearing from view.

Luis, holding a broom, walked over to the butler. His long strides caused the hem of his maid uniform to flutter in rippling waves, and gusts of wind blowing between his legs made him feel a chill he couldn’t ignore.

His expression was a little stiff. He didn’t like this outfit, but he had no choice but to get used to it.

"Butler, has something happened in the castle?"

His face showed concern. They were newly arrived maids, so it was only natural they wouldn’t know anything.

The butler glanced at them coldly and said,

"Just do your duties properly. As long as you follow what Sana and Nana told you, there won’t be any problems."

Luis could only return to his group, shaking his head.

At that moment, the butler’s stern and displeased voice suddenly rang out:

"Ethan, you should wash your hands and bathe before you cook! How long has it been since you last changed clothes? You reek of pigs — it’s disgusting! And you dare prepare food for our master like this?!"

The scolding was harsh and biting, utterly different from his usual calm, gentle smile.

"If our master weren’t so kindhearted, you would’ve been kicked out of this place long ago!" the butler continued loudly.

Just then, they caught sight of Ethan. He still had that tall, lanky figure. But this time, the cardboard box that usually covered his face was gone, revealing a face that was quite handsome — only his blood-red eyes made him look terrifying. He likely hadn’t slept in a week. Under the weight of the butler’s scolding, he lowered his head even more, looking relatively docile.

The butler clearly didn’t like Ethan, just as he had written in his diary.

Luis couldn’t help but recall Ethan’s journal — how the servants in the mansion were often killed due to Vincent’s dissatisfaction. And now, a detective had suddenly appeared in the mansion.

With a serious expression, he muttered,

"What if neither the butler nor the chef is lying? Maybe we’re all just facing different deaths."

The servants would die — fate was beginning to close in on them.

"Just a monster’s performance," Drake said coldly from the side. Still, they had to use this chance to uncover the truth — in the end, who was lying in the journal: the butler or Ethan?

Now was the perfect opportunity to investigate, especially since one of their tasks included cleaning the master’s room.

Drake’s group quickly completed their assigned duties on the other floors, finally heading toward the floor where Vincent resided.

Meanwhile, the detective had gone to the back of the estate. The entire manor was enormous. The front was lavish and magnificent, while the back contained a garden and a farm. Further up was a forest owned by Vincent, used for hunting or strolls.

Then, he spotted a figure standing near the garden — a small child. The child’s clothes were wrinkled, but he was still clean and well-kept. Under the sunlight, his fair skin seemed to glow, his soft black hair falling slightly into his eyes. Those bright golden eyes stared directly at the butler, startling him slightly.

Almost as if hypnotized, the detective began walking toward the boy.

As he approached step by step, the child instinctively took a step back — yet his eyes never left the man.

[Where the hell is Drake?!]

[I’m sure he checked all the areas, but Saphen is only in the garden — why didn’t he find him?!]

[Doesn’t anyone notice something off? Saphen has no personal broadcast window!]

The observers on the outside had noticed something was wrong.

Layla couldn’t help but glance at Frank.

Frank was still staring at the sky, wearing an expression that screamed I’m innocent, I know nothing, which made her want to grit her teeth.

"Why are you here? Are you working here?" the detective asked, his gaze cautious as he studied Saphen. According to his information, the owner of this manor was a kind soul — someone who would never employ a child.

Perhaps the boy was too pitiful, homeless, and taken in by the master. Or maybe he was the child of one of the servants. The detective speculated as such — but even as he did, his eyes slowly became consumed by shadows. In no time, the whites of his eyes had vanished, leaving only deep black orbs staring directly at Saphen.

Saphen looked up at the detective. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks. His expression remained blank, but with his small and frail frame, even an emotionless face only made him seem more stunned and frightened.

Seeing the boy like that only seemed to make the detective more anxious—but his expression didn’t look worried. It looked more like... excitement.

"Don’t worry. I’ll take you to where you need to go!"

As he finished speaking, the detective raised his hand, reaching straight toward Saphen.

And at that exact moment—everything stopped.

Yes, it stopped.

The wind that had been rustling the rose petals froze in place. The roses no longer swayed. The detective remained frozen mid-action, unable to move even an inch. In this suspended silence, only Saphen could move.

Director Authority: Cut!

The boy’s bright golden eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling glow. Tiny arrows appeared within them, radiating outward. freewēbnoveℓ.com

He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, then slowly walked forward, eyes fixed intently on the detective. In a flash, Saphen’s small body vanished—and in his place appeared a figure identical to the detective.

Saphen looked toward the detective. The space around him distorted like ripples spreading across water. Then, the detective’s body was stretched and warped like noodles, rapidly vanishing into nothing—like dust scattered across the universe.

Then, the wind resumed. The roses continued swaying. The entire sequence had taken just ten seconds—the whole duration of the free-use time-stop ability.

The golden light in the detective’s eyes flickered briefly before quickly dimming, returning to an ordinary shade of brown. His face showed no emotion as he began walking back into the castle.

[Wait—wait a second?! Nerio?!]

[Are the people upstairs brain-dead? That’s the Prophet. It’s the Prophet. I’d recognize him even if he were ashes!]

[Yeah, right—then why didn’t you recognize him when he was in Saphen’s form?]

[I suspected Saphen was Nerio because I was too shocked, okay? Prophet isn’t the type to mess around like this!]

[Agreed. He’s supposed to be humanity’s light—the beacon that appears in crisis. He has no reason to deceive Drake or anyone else!]

[No one else thinks Prophet seems a bit... off? Like he doesn’t even know Drake?]

[That’s because he’s acting—obviously, he’s intentionally messing with humanity!]

[Sorry, but I’m 100% sure Prophet doesn’t know how to act.]

[Exactly! He’s just a dumb, socially awkward mushroom, okay? Huhu, what is going on right now?!]

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