Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 41: [Frog] - The Prophet’s Part (16)

When the monster’s two eyes simultaneously vanished, and its massive body instantly went limp before gradually dissolving. Ultimately, it became a puddle of dark greenish-black slime, leaving behind two gaping holes where its eyes once were—almost as if it were still glaring at them with resentment.

The slime spread at an alarming rate. Disgusted, Drake lifted his foot from the sticky mess and raised his voice. "It’s done! Let’s head back quickly!"

The group hurried away from the rain as fast as they could. Strangely, after the monster was slain, the downpour only intensified.

Unseen by them, a shadowy figure slowly emerged in the rain after they left. His face shrouded in darkness, Gon approached and crouched beside the grotesque remains.

He reached out, touching the putrid slime with a peculiar energy. Soon, the scattered slime converged, ultimately taking the shape of a minor, grotesque frog. It didn’t remain still in Gon’s palm but immediately leaped away—blind, now that its eyes had vanished, surely doomed to struggle for survival.

Gon’s gaze grew colder and colder, an eerie red hue spreading in his eyes, making him look like a demon crawling out of the abyss.

"Little brother, don’t worry—you won’t have to wait long. After I kill every last one of them, I will beg God to bring you back to me. Every single one of them... every single one will return to me!"

His voice was hoarse and chilling, and the moment his words fell, countless frog calls echoed from all directions.

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Robert jolted awake in bed, startled by the sudden cacophony. His bloodshot eyes revealed how tense he was—he hadn’t been able to sleep since hearing the Prophet’s words!

Why would a god stand by and watch humanity perish without lifting a finger to save them? Useless! That God was utterly meaningless!

And the others—they were supposed to be government officials, yet they had been fully prepared to leave him for dead in that dungeon? They were the genuinely heartless ones!

How ironic that a dark esper was now resenting the cruelty of others.

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"We killed one of their own. Those damn frogs must be going insane right about now, hahaha!"

Drake’s loud, mocking voice suddenly rang out. Not long ago, he had been coughing up blood, his face deathly pale, yet now he had already recovered—sneering in disdain at the frogs that could do nothing but croak outside.

His astonishing regeneration was precisely why he was considered humanity’s most potent. If the dungeon hadn’t mutated, no ordinary dungeon would have ever been able to hold him back.

Silas spoke in a cold voice, "Don’t be so arrogant. We nearly died just now."

That was only one monster. If the entire village was full of creatures of that caliber... would they survive the sacrificial night?

Drake ignored Silas’s grim thoughts and instead turned toward the Prophet. From earlier, their eyes had been subtly watching him with a hint of scrutiny, yet the Prophet had paid them no mind.

Then, Drake suddenly spoke, his voice laced with accusation.

"You—just now-could’ve done something from the start! But instead, you let us suffer in the rain! Even if you don’t care about the others, shouldn’t you at least care about me, your follower?!"

He wasn’t furious. He was looking for an argument.

The Prophet glanced at him and slowly replied, "Soaking in the rain for a while won’t kill you." After a pause, he added, "Humanity must save itself."

Drake scoffed and turned away, while hearing those words, Silas immediately understood.

If they hadn’t fought with all their might just now and had chosen to rely on the Prophet instead of risking their own lives, perhaps the Prophet wouldn’t have even stepped in at the final moment.

As Priest Silvanus once said: "Only when humanity saves itself can the gods save humanity."

"Thank you for saving us, Prophet," Silas suddenly bowed his head and said solemnly.

The Prophet looked at him, his voice devoid of emotion. "I was merely conserving my strength for you. Even without me, you still would have won. Impressive."

His words were a significant acknowledgment. Even Austin, who hadn’t done much during the battle, widened his eyes in surprise and a hint of delight.

Drake’s lips briefly twitched upward before forcing them back into a scowl. "Look at the favoritism! You answered Silas so gently, but what about me? You’re always so irritated with me!"

The Prophet glanced at Drake’s ridiculous accusation and said coldly, "Demand that when you learn to speak properly, like Silas."

"Pfft—hahaha!"

Alice, standing silently like a statue with the others, couldn’t help but burst out laughing. The next second, Drake’s bullet-like glare shot toward her, forcing her to bow her head and clamp her lips shut, trying her best to suppress her laughter.

Drake’s face turned gray with frustration, but he could do nothing about it.

The Prophet didn’t acknowledge him, simply turning away and sitting in a corner as if he wanted to become an invisible mushroom.

The others only found the Prophet’s behavior odd but didn’t dwell on it too much.

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[ Hahahaha, I’m dying! Drake seriously needs to learn from Silas. Every time he talks, it’s like he’s setting off fireworks! ]

[ There’s a reason Silas is more popular, even though Drake is the strongest. Drake, you’re about to lose Prophet’s favor at this rate! I can feel the balance tipping toward Silas, hahaha! ]

[ No way! Prophet’s favorite believer is Drake! Silas fans, can you stop fighting for something that was never yours? ]

[ Alice was practically invisible in this conversation, huh? If I remember correctly, she’s the one who summoned the Prophet into this dungeon in the first place. ]

[ Summoned? Hah! The Prophet only appeared because he saw they were in danger. Don’t kid yourselves! ]

At this point, it wasn’t just humanity competing for the Prophet’s favor—their fans were fighting for them, too...

Only Silvanus knew the truth. He silently wiped away imaginary tears, wishing he could be as cool as Drake and Silas thought he was.

But in reality, all he had done was store the monster’s two eyes in God’s Realm. The monster’s body was far too massive—if he had tried to shove it inside, he would’ve used up all his power, leaving nothing for the sacrificial night. And he had no idea what dangers awaited them then.

Thankfully, Drake and Silas were two of the most exceptional espers. Even if they were pushed to their limits or wounded, they had the strength to take down the monster. He had only delivered the final strike.

Human imagination has a way of filling in the gaps. Even Silvanus had no idea how far the legend of the Prophet had spread—how grand and powerful people believed he was.

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"Alright, since no one’s resting, let’s discuss tomorrow’s plan—sacrificial night," Silas said slowly. His voice became even more deliberate as he reached the last words, making the atmosphere grow heavier.

Their clothes were still soaked through. Except for Drake, Austin and Silas had developed several yellow blisters on their exposed skin. The liquid inside them shifted constantly, like something was about to be born.

Seeing what happened to the dead, they knew precisely how unbearable the itch would become. Austin was holding back so hard that his entire face had turned red, but Silas remained calm as if nothing had happened.

He opened a thick book in front of everyone.

It was a page that Gon had never let them see before. Two pages were merged into one, depicting countless humans standing on an altar. Below the altar were five enormous frog statues—alive.

The sky was pitch black, streaked with eerie markings. Two blood-red eyes pierced through the darkness, staring down at the humans on the altar.

"For the ritual to succeed, human death is inevitable."

Silas’s heavy voice rang out.