Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 47: [Frog] - The Prophet’s Part (22)

Damian’s gaze shifted toward the high-level monster that was constantly roaring on one side. The eye on his forehead bubbled and turned as if contemplating something.

[You have to admit, Silas’s ability is absolutely terrifying for anyone weaker than him... Just imagine—someone who only needs to say a single word, and you’d turn to dust instantly... I think he’s scarier than Drake.]

[Hahaha, I never thought I’d see the day when someone says Silas is scarier than Drake. Why not imagine Drake slicing you in half with his blade and see if that isn’t terrifying?!]

[Silas’s fans, don’t argue. Saying he’s scary is actually a compliment, haha. Besides, his power is terrifying, so what’s there to say about it?]

[Exactly. No matter how terrifying their abilities are, seeing those monsters die is the only thing that matters. Hurry up and get to the end—I’m on edge here. If Silas and Drake end up dead, humanity would probably fall into despair, hahaha.]

[If you’re siding with the monsters, then get lost!]

While the comment section was in chaos, the battle inside the dungeon was just as intense. Austin and Damian were locked in combat with three massive monsters while Drake struggled against the dungeon boss.

"Just five more minutes. Hang in there," Silas suddenly said.

Right now, Drake was covered in the thick, viscous slime of the monster. It was so resistant that even his flames took a long time to burn through. He growled, "I wish you’d do something other than standing there announcing the time! What are you, a damn clock? Useless bastard!"

Silas remained silent.

Then, suddenly, a shift occurred.

The monster abruptly straightened its posture, its long neck stretching high into the air before lowering its gaze toward Drake and the others.

It inhaled deeply before unleashing a deafening roar. The sound’s sheer frequency made the air tremble, and the surrounding trees swayed violently.

All the humans—except for Drake—immediately clutched their ears. Blood even began trickling from Damian’s ears.

Damian raised a hand, summoning a broad energy shield that enveloped everyone.

Meanwhile, the three massive frogs they had been fighting seemed to receive some signal. Without hesitation, they leaped toward the monster at alarming speed.

The monster opened its mouth, and suddenly, it stretched far more expansive than its body should have allowed—just enough to swallow all three of the massive frogs whole. Then its neck swayed, releasing streams of thick, green slime from its maw. Its grotesque face twisted into an expression of wicked delight.

Dark, viscous energy began to coil around its body, intertwining with black mucus as its tattered flesh—damaged from its battle with Drake—rapidly regenerated.

"What the hell is it trying to do?!" Austin shouted angrily, a stark contrast to his usual reserved demeanor. By now, his body was covered in oozing yellow pustules, an unbearable itch spreading across his skin like wildfire. The sensation was so maddening he felt like he was going insane.

Silas glanced at Austin, his expression grim. If they didn’t escape this dungeon soon, Austin might not make it out alive.

"This damn thing is evolving?!" Drake roared in frustration.

Before their eyes, the monster’s body began to transform.

Its legs lengthened unnaturally, with razor-sharp spikes jutting out from its knees. Spines even emerged along its back.

The long neck of the creature suddenly split open with numerous horizontal slashes. Then, those slashes began to twitch. One by one, they peeled apart—revealing countless black-and-white eyeballs embedded in its flesh, densely packed together in a way that could drive anyone with trypanophobia into sheer terror.

Even its frog-like legs underwent a horrifying change. The rough, mottled amphibian skin became smooth—eerily human-like. The sight alone was enough to send shivers down their spines.

The monster had evolved. And at this moment, they were all covered in wounds—especially Austin. He could no longer fight.

Alice turned to look at him.

Though Austin could barely control his facial muscles due to the sheer agony wracking his body, he still shook his head and forced a strained smile. "It’s the dungeon’s curse. It won’t heal unless we get out of here—you all know that. Alice, save your power for the ones who really need it. Don’t waste it on me."

Even though he was covered in those grotesque, festering boils, he was still Austin.

Alice pressed her lips together, then raised both hands. A soft blue glow enveloped her palms before spreading over the remaining three fighters.

"Captain Silas, Captain Drake—please win. Damian, please protect us."

They had to escape. No matter what. They had to.

The wounds on the others began to heal at an astonishing rate, restoring them not just to their original state upon entering the dungeon—but even stronger than before.

But Alice’s face had gone deathly pale, completely drained of color.

Her body swayed, on the verge of collapse.

Austin instinctively moved to catch her, as he always did—but then, remembering the disgusting, rotting state of his own body, he hesitated and quickly pulled his hand back.

Alice’s slender, snow-white hand suddenly pressed against his arm just then.

Austin stared at her in shock. His face, twisted from the tormenting itch, must have looked utterly terrifying—yet she paid it no mind.

Instead, she smiled, her gaze warm and gentle.

"You’re not going to be my support anymore?" she asked softly. "I haven’t even gotten tired of you yet, and you’re already tired of me?"

Anyone would drown in the gentleness of Alice’s gaze.

Austin’s face flushed slightly, and he hurriedly shook his head. "No, no..."

[AAAAAA, why is there still no dating news between Alice and Austin?! I refuse to accept how Alice treats Austin, even when he looks like this. They have to be together!]

[I should have an Alice in my life too!]

[Hold up—didn’t I see that same ID begging for Fiona to step on their face yesterday?]

The spectators honestly had no shame. Perhaps because they saw this as mere entertainment, where no one knew their real identities, they had no reservations about saying anything.

Silvanus thought this to himself as events unfolded rapidly. The monster had completed its evolution, and the humans had recovered.

Damian raised his hand, forming a shield around himself, Alice, and Austin. Right now, their best option was to retreat, ensuring they wouldn’t interfere with the battle of the strongest.

The countless eyes on the monster’s neck widened, darting around wildly.

Then, its elongated legs suddenly sprang forward, launching a direct attack at Silas—it seemed to have realized something.

Drake instantly leaped forward, his massive blade expanding to an absurd length, quickly over five meters long. Yet, he wielded it effortlessly, swinging it straight at the monster.

The moment his blade struck, the creature’s gelatinous body bounced as if it were an enormous chunk of jelly. Even with such a powerful attack, it barely left a scratch.

"Don’t tell me I have to burn it again—this is pissing me the hell off!" Drake roared.

A red hue flickered in his eyes—he was on the verge of berserking. Scales began appearing on his face, and at the same time, red flames surged along the entire length of his massive blade.

He lunged forward, swinging down with all his might—

Splurt!

A torrent of thick, black slime suddenly spewed from the countless eyes on the monster’s neck, coating its entire body and forming a protective layer against Drake’s fire.

With astonishing speed, it leaped toward Silas, its razor-sharp knee spike narrowly missing, slicing through Drake’s throat.

"Damn it!" Drake snarled, glaring at the monster’s insignificant wound. He pushed his flames even further.

At that moment, Silas faced the monster head-on, his voice chillingly calm.

"Slow down for five seconds."

The monster’s countless eyes widened in fury—

Yet, in that very instant, its entire body froze in midair.

Drake descended from above, grinning wildly. "Hahaha, time for the grave!"

His blade grew even more significant—matching the monster’s size—its crimson flames roaring like a living inferno.

A deafening slice echoed through the battlefield.

The monster’s body split cleanly in two, crashing onto the ground.

"Destroy its eyes!"

Even before Silas finished speaking, Drake had already reduced its two massive eyes to ashes.

The frozen-time effect wore off.

All around, humanity watched in breathless anticipation.

Then—

Slither, slither, slither...

A faint yet unmistakable sound reached the ears of the espers.

The black sludge on the ground began writhing, slithering back together.

Before their horrified eyes, the monster’s body reassembled at a speed beyond comprehension.

In mere moments, it was whole again.

Its bulging eyes snapped open—now a bright, ominous red.

"No way! I destroyed it with my own hands!" Drake shouted.

Silas’s expression darkened. "You did. And yet—it’s back."

This monster was not invincible—Silas knew its weak point was its eyes. But perhaps the only way to truly defeat it... was to keep fighting.

To keep destroying its eyes—until they could no longer regenerate.

But then... Silas glanced at Drake’s eyes—now wholly blood-red.

Did they really still have a chance?