Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 36: [Frog] - The Prophet’s Part (11)

"Where’s Prophet?"

After scanning the crowd, Alice and Drake quickly headed toward the door, ignoring Gon’s expression or anything else like Silas’.

[Of course, it’s still Silas—he’s already noticed something’s off!]

[Even though I can’t stand Drake’s stupidity, I must admit that in dungeons, the more intelligent and more perceptive you are, the worse off you tend to be. I wonder if Silas will be fooled, haha.]

[Come on, it’s Silas! Nothing gets past him!]

[Overconfidence always comes with pain later. I’m looking forward to seeing what Prophet does.]

[Now that you mention it, how could these humans possibly be deceived with Prophet around? Prophet knows everything!]

No, I don’t know anything at all! Can you all spell things out a bit more? If everyone already knows, then what’s the point of being vague? It’s just a comment section!

Reading the viewers’ comments, Silvanus couldn’t help but let out an internal scream of frustration. He honestly had no idea what was going on. He could only confirm that Gon seemed unusual—perhaps he was a key figure in this dungeon.

Instinctively, Silvanus tapped his index finger on the table, causing the entire room to tremble.

Startled, he immediately stopped. In front of him was a massive altar, its front concealed by gray cloth, blocking the view of whatever lay behind it. But if his guess was correct, there was likely a statue of a god back there. In front of the gray cloth was a crude architectural model—just one glance was enough to tell that it was a replica of this house. The model’s front door was currently open.

Earlier, when Silvanus first entered, the door had been tightly shut—that was why the humans couldn’t open it.

Silvanus suddenly found himself being lifted into the air by a firm grip on his collar as he was deep in thought.

Drake’s face rapidly zoomed into view, his brows furrowed in frustration.

"Why did you suddenly appear? Aren’t I supposed to be your believer?"

Prophet’s face remained cold as he stared at Drake. His eyes, no longer hidden beneath the white cloth, revealed a chilling golden hue, partially obscured by strands of black hair.

"So you want those people to die?" Prophet asked, his voice cold and raspy.

Drake fell silent. Of course, he didn’t want Alice and the others to die, but he still found the situation incredibly frustrating.

Just then, Prophet suddenly struggled in Drake’s grip. Instinctively, Drake let go. Prophet hit the ground with a heavy thud, stumbling before collapsing completely.

Drake: "..."

Prophet: "..." freёwebnoѵel.com

The newly arrived group: "..."

[Hahahaha, I’m done! After this, Drake is getting kicked out of Prophet’s believer harem! LOL!]

[Alice, step up! It’s time to take Drake’s place as Prophet’s number one follower!]

[I don’t think Alice stands a chance against Drake... If it were Silas, then maybe...]

[I feel like a god-like Prophet wouldn’t bother replacing believers. He’d probably give Drake the cold shoulder for the rest of his life.]

"Are you alright?!" When she saw Prophet sitting on the ground, Alice rushed forward to help him.

Prophet’s towering height forced Alice to tilt her head to look at him. But right now, in her eyes, he was nothing more than a helpless figure being bullied by the cruel Drake!

Alice didn’t even know where she found the courage to rebuke Drake: "How could you treat him like this? Prophet is a god—he’s our hope!"

Drake scowled, pulling Prophet behind him as he snapped, "What kind of god falls over from a single push?!"

"You’re being incredibly disrespectful! You don’t deserve to be his top believer!" Alice turned to Prophet, determination in her eyes. "Prophet, please, I can do better than Drake!"

"What the hell did you just say?!" Drake roared, gripping his sword and preparing to point it at Alice.

The two argued fiercely, the tension between them palpable. Yet Prophet paid them no mind, his gaze fixed on Gon, who stood behind Silas.

Faced with Prophet’s emotionless golden eyes and radiant presence, Gon instinctively shrank back. Silas noticed this reaction, glancing at Prophet with a trace of doubt.

"Thud!"

A loud sound echoed through the room—Ron’s knees had struck the floor. The way he dropped to his knees, swift and forceful, was enough to make onlookers wince.

Ron lifted his head, staring at Prophet frantically as if he had just found his last hope. He spoke rapidly, trembling, "Are you truly a god? A real deity has descended! Please, please save our village!"

The unexpected events stunned everyone—even Drake and Alice halted their argument.

Gon, still trembling, pointed fearfully at the black curtain behind the altar. "It’s that thing... everything started because of that..."

Drake raised an eyebrow and, without hesitation, strode forward to pull the gray curtain aside. At last, the object behind it was revealed.

It was a statue, roughly 50 centimeters tall. Its lower body resembled a frog, yet it sat cross-legged like a human. Its front limbs clutched a large gold coin, and its thick, twisted neck supported a disproportionately small head—entirely unlike any regular frog.

What stood out the most, however, was its face. It bore human-like eyes, a nose, and a mouth, and its lips curled into a disturbing, almost depraved grin.

An eerie discomfort filled the room as everyone instinctively frowned at the sight of it.

At that moment, Gon’s voice trembled as he spoke again: "Years ago, our village was struck by drought and disease. Isolated from the outside world and abandoned due to the spreading plague, we had no one to turn to for help. Hope came in the form of a child who discovered this idol. After we worshipped it, the drought ended, and the sickness vanished. Our village was saved... but that was only the beginning of a nightmare."

Gon’s body trembled, his pupils unfocused as though he were recalling some unspeakable horror.

"The villagers became... strange. They started eating worms and insects raw. They would wander outside at night, especially when it rained. They grew sensitive to sunlight. I refused to believe what was happening until I saw my younger brother transform into a monster while bathing. It was the statue’s doing. I tried to destroy it, but I couldn’t. We had to sacrifice it every year, or else the entire village would perish."

Tears streamed down Gon’s face as he spoke, his anguish that of a leader desperate to save his people.

Drake glanced from Gon to the statue, his expression unreadable. "That thing looks horrifying, yet your village still chose to worship it? You people are braver than I thought."

Silvanus silently nodded in agreement. Just looking at the statue was unsettling enough—yet the villagers had willingly offered it devotion. This truly felt like a dungeon scenario.

Gon shook his head wearily. "We had no other choice. At that time... no one came to save us."

Silas studied Gon briefly before asking, "Then why are you still human?"

Gon answered honestly, "Because I was the only one who never fell ill... and I never worshipped the Frog God."

"But the boy who led us into the village hasn’t turned into a monster either, has he?" Silas pressed.

Gon nodded. "That’s right. He was the one who brought the idol back to the village, but after that, he grew distant, refusing to associate with anyone. Still, he never transformed... Perhaps he has some connection to the Frog God..."

With that, Gon turned to Prophet, his eyes filled with sincerity and desperation.

"Please, if you truly are a god... save our village! We will worship you until our dying breaths!"