Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 48: [Frog] - The Prophet’s Part (END)

[03:49]

The countdown timer was ticking down, and the monster’s attacks grew more relentless, leaving no room for escape. The mucus coating its body branched into countless massive, slimy tentacles, each one grotesque and drenched, continuously striking at Drake.

No matter how many tentacles Drake severed, the viscous slime would quickly solidify and regenerate entirely new ones, multiplying to the point that he couldn’t get close to the monster without Silas’s help.

So far, they had shattered the monster’s eyes four times, yet it remained standing tall, unfazed. Aside from its body shrinking slightly, nothing seemed to affect it.

Drake was beginning to tire—dragon scales had spread across his entire arm, and his eyes burned a terrifying shade of red. Silas wasn’t faring much better; not only were his usually closed eyes tightly shut, but even the vertical eye on his forehead was bleeding profusely. Fresh blood soaked his face as the eye on his forehead kept narrowing, its pupil shifting erratically, showing signs of imminent disappearance.

This would be the last time... Silas thought to himself, his gaze involuntarily shifting toward the Prophet.

Wait—Prophet was gone!

Just like in the dungeon "The Glutton," he had suddenly disappeared, only to reappear at the final moment—right when everything seemed hopeless.

Perhaps, even now, he was hiding somewhere, silently observing their struggle, evaluating their efforts.

Would he show up this time?

[Vote now—who thinks Prophet will appear?]

[Why does he always disappear so suddenly? I didn’t even notice when he vanished this time!]

[Because the fight was too intense! Come on, even as a fan, you can’t just stare at Prophet standing around the whole time!]

[Stop lying—I can, actually. I was watching him the whole time and saw him disappear right after handing the pen to Alice!]

[The truth is, Prophet always tries to make himself blend into the background. But if we’re just talking about his face, I could look at him all day without getting bored.]

[You’re all missing the point! Shouldn’t we be debating whether humanity will win or lose? And whether Prophet will step in to help or not?!] ƒreewebɳovel.com

[Don’t say things that could cause misunderstandings like that!] Prophet has been helping humanity from the very beginning. Without him, humanity might not have even completed the sacrifice! Even if Prophet doesn’t appear at the last moment, it’s not his fault—the fault lies with humanity for being too weak!

[This monster is much stronger than the one in the dungeon, The Glutton.] The last was a creation of darkness, while this is purely a monster. It was born strong and evil from the very start!

[Haha, this is hilarious. How could humans ever be as strong as gods? That’s why gods exist in the first place. What kind of god keeps running away at critical moments? That’s just proof of his uselessness!]

[Last time, in The Glutton, I saw this ID say the same thing—and they got completely proven wrong, haha. Go on, keep talking. I’ll be here, waiting for Prophet’s grand entrance!]

The comment section was a chaotic mess, and no one could answer their questions definitively.

Silas poured all his strength into focusing on the monster. At the same time, Drake leaped high into the air, preparing a finishing blow in the few seconds Silas had managed to carve out.

"Stop..." Silas opened his mouth, but before he could finish his sentence, the monster suddenly turned its back on them!

What they saw was horrifying—its back was covered in countless human faces, grotesquely packed together, squirming and screaming to grow larger. The distorted faces bore expressions of agony, their mouths open wide, spewing meaningless wails like the incessant buzzing of a massive swarm of mosquitoes.

If one looked closely, they might even recognize some of the faces—familiar ones from the village they had passed through.

The skill activating before Silas’s eyes nearly made him see all the tragic and nightmarish ends these people had suffered.

"Aaaaa!" Silas let out a scream as fresh blood gushed uncontrollably from the eye on his forehead, flowing like a crimson stream. Clutching his head, he staggered backward.

The faces on the monster’s back suddenly fell silent—then, in unison, they opened their mouths and let out a deafening shriek.

A surge of red-black energy engulfed the monster before violently exploding outward, sending everyone flying.

Drake barely shielded himself with his arm, but the sheer force still sent him hurtling backward. At the same time, the monster’s massive tentacles lashed out, striking him.

Drake’s body slammed into a massive tree, causing it to collapse with a thunderous crash. His mouth opened as he coughed up blood, unable to stop.

Perhaps—just one more strike to destroy the monster’s eye and it would completely fall.

But it wasn’t going to give them that chance.

The moment of humanity’s downfall had arrived.

The monster’s two colossal tentacles raised high into the air—then swung down in a devastating arc toward Drake and Silas!

"No!"

Alice threw herself forward, disregarding everything, shielding Drake and Silas with her body.

Damian desperately tried to maintain the barrier despite knowing it was pointless. Seeing Alice’s reckless move, he couldn’t help but shout, "Are you insane?! Get back!"

A monster that even Silas and Drake couldn’t handle—Alice was just an ant before it!

Yet, Alice didn’t waver. She gripped the pen tightly in her hand despite not even knowing how to use it. But Prophet had told her—draw the world you want to see.

Her mind held only one thought: Drake and Silas must be safe!

Alice’s pupils turned a brilliant golden hue. As if guided by an unseen force, her hand moved instinctively. The pen glided through the air, its mysterious symbols glowing brightly. Strange characters materialized in the air before her, illuminating the space and forming a protective shield. At the same time, the pen’s tip turned pure white—every trace of ink gone.

The ground trembled.

Before the astonished eyes of Damian and Austin, a colossal wall erupted from the earth, its sheer solidity absorbing the monster’s ferocious attack.

[01:35]

"Less than two minutes left! We can do this! We can do this!" Alice screamed with a fierce intensity as if she were willing to keep going. But the tears welling in her eyes betrayed her as she stared at the wall, already cracking under the monster’s relentless assault.

"You will all die! Be buried in this dungeon! Be buried in this dungeon!"

The monster’s voice was an eerie chorus, a blend of countless voices speaking as one.

With less than two minutes remaining, its power surged to an all-time high. It would not allow anyone to escape its domain.

The once-solid wall began to crumble, showing signs of imminent collapse. Yet Alice stood firm, arms outstretched, defying the impending danger.

Drake plunged his sword into the ground, using it to push himself up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his battered body radiating an undeniable presence. Flames engulfed him once more, but this time—they were black.

He wanted to see for himself—who was more substantial, the Explosive Dragon or this monster?

The walls collapsed.

Alice clenched her eyes shut.

Drake lunged forward at that moment, scales already spreading across his face.

But the pain and devastation never came.

"Ding—!"

A sound, like a massive clock striking, echoed throughout the dungeon.

The falling debris—suspended midair. Frozen in time.

Alice’s eyes flew open. Tear-filled and wide with shock, she looked up at the sky, resembling a believer pleading for mercy.

The scales on Drake’s face retracted. Enraged, he lifted his gaze.

And there—standing atop the crumbling yet motionless ruins—was Prophet.

His eyes lowered as he looked down at them.

[You didn’t listen, Drake.]

Prophet had told him to cut the monster’s legs.

But he hadn’t done it.

Drake’s crimson eyes were still burning with fury, his mind clouded by the effects of his berserker rage. But as he met Prophet’s emotionless golden gaze, his body moved on instinct—his head lowered slightly in submission.

"I just... wanted to prove to you that we could do it, too," Drake mumbled.

His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. His nails dug into his flesh, drawing fresh blood.

"If humanity could do everything, then gods would have no reason to exist."

Prophet’s voice wasn’t loud. The monster’s furious roars could have easily drowned it out.

But it wasn’t.

His words rang clear in the ears of everyone present.

"Watch out!"

Alice suddenly snapped back to reality, screaming in alarm.

The monster’s enormous tentacles lunged straight at Prophet.

Prophet didn’t flinch.

He raised his hand.

Golden clock hands materialized in midair.

They sliced through everything in their path with impossible speed and razor-sharp precision.

The massive tentacles were shredded to pieces in an instant.

"Shhk! Shhk! Shhk!"

The monster’s body was torn apart into countless fragments.

Glowing golden numbers enveloped its two blood-red eyes.

The eyes twitched violently, pupils contracting in a mix of rage and terror.

But it was powerless.

In mere moments, the eyes crumbled into ash—vanishing from existence.