Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 51: Will a New God Appear?

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The southeastern sky of the continent’s capital was now filled with dark clouds, and a bright red number continued its relentless countdown.

This time, the signs pointed to something far worse than before. The clouds were even darker, thunder roared through the sky, and the crack overhead—one that had slightly closed after humanity’s last two victories—was now expanding again, if only a little.

The shrill wail of ambulance sirens and the urgent commands of rescue workers echoed through the streets. Some people, unable to resist the compulsion, had harmed themselves after gazing too long at the fissure.

Silvanus gazed coldly at the crack, his mind inevitably weighed down by unease over his earlier decision.

Just then, the system’s voice suddenly rang out:

[The notification for this dungeon appeared less than a day ago and is still counting down. This timeframe is undoubtedly not enough for all residents of the southeastern region to evacuate safely. The dungeon’s descent point is unspecified, and unless one ultimately leaves the southeast, ordinary people will have a very high chance of being chosen.]

This meant that not only would this dungeon be highly challenging, but the likelihood of civilians being dragged into it was alarmingly high.

The invading forces were intent on driving humanity further into despair. Silvanus thought grimly.

"You shouldn’t stare at the crack for so long—it’s not good for you, Priest Silvanus."

A familiar voice suddenly broke the silence.

Silvanus turned to see Damian standing nearby. Meeting Silvanus’ emotionless gaze, Damian smiled and said softly, "Ever since we left the dungeon, I’ve been waiting here, hoping to meet you. I heard this was a place you frequent, and it seems that information wasn’t wrong."

Silvanus asked, "Why do you want to meet me?"

At that, Damian chuckled. "I feel I’m not the only one who does."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Espers, led by Drake, approached.

Drake frowned and said, "So, if the dungeon hadn’t suddenly appeared, you weren’t planning to show yourself, were you, Silvanus?"

Silvanus didn’t respond, but his gaze alone confirmed Drake’s words.

Drake pressed his lips together as if suppressing something. Ultimately, he bowed his head slightly and said, "I hope you’ll come back to headquarters with me."

Silvanus didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, "Has my shrine been completed?"

Drake was briefly taken aback but quickly responded, "Of course, it’s finished. Do you want to go there?"

Silvanus nodded. Drake said nothing further and led the way. Damian followed behind them obediently, and his gaze fixed on Silvanus like a baby chick trailing after its mother.

Drake immediately noticed Damian’s unusual behavior and couldn’t help but frown. Believers of the angels were always so cryptic, acting as if they knew secrets no one else did.

Breaking the silence, Drake asked Silvanus, "Not only has your shrine been completed, but the Prophet’s shrine has also been built. Many believers have gathered there, hoping to expand the Prophet’s influence. Would you like to take a look?"

As far as Drake knew, Silvanus was most determined to spread the gods’ light across the continent—indeed, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to preach.

Yet, to Drake’s surprise, Silvanus refused. "No."

Just the thought of being surrounded by believers worshiping a god he played the role of made him feel utterly embarrassed.

[I thought you had long since abandoned the concept of shame.] The system suddenly chimed in, its tone filled with mockery after witnessing the elaborate script Silvanus had prepared for his next divine persona.

Silvanus replied coldly, [Shut up.]

Upon hearing Silvanus’ refusal, Drake furrowed his brows, his irritation growing.

Still, he held back his frustration and asked, "We need to find a representative to manage the Prophet’s shrine. As a priest who can communicate with the gods, can you tell us the Prophet’s chosen candidate?"

Drake said "we" because they had now arrived at Silvanus’ shrine. Inside, Alice and Silas stood waiting. They approached as soon as they saw Silvanus and the others, their expressions solemn at Drake’s question.

At that moment, Damian also said, "It’s rare to see Captain Drake speaking so calmly." He then turned to Silvanus, smiling. "However, Priest Silvanus, I just want to say that I am a senior manager of the Angel Michael’s Believers’ Association. I have excellent administrative skills and will excel at managing the Prophet’s shrine. Please convey my request to him!"

Drake’s eyebrow twitched violently—he almost couldn’t stop himself from punching Damian. "You’re already a follower of Angel Michael! How the hell do you have the audacity to show up here?!"

Damian remained composed, his smile unwavering. "No one ever said a person can’t have two faiths simultaneously. Besides, Angel Michael is just an angel—the Prophet is a true god, and he is my real faith!"

Silas frowned slightly upon hearing this. "Does Angel Michael know about this statement of yours?"

Damian smiled without answering. These people had no idea that everything he did was under Angel Michael’s orders. Besides, the Prophet was mighty and magnificent—what was wrong with worshiping him?

"Silvanus, please tell us the Prophet’s will. Who has he chosen?"

Alice spoke up, her eyes shimmering like a sky full of stars as she gazed at Silvanus.

The others also turned toward Silvanus, but only Drake furrowed his brows, lowering his gaze with a scowl that carried an undercurrent of sorrow. It was as if he had already convinced himself he would not be chosen. freewebnoveℓ.com

Even as the highest-ranking devotee, he was aware of his terrible attitude. Yet, no matter how much he tried, he could never restrain the fury burning inside him—especially when facing the Prophet. Because no matter how enraged he became, the Prophet never cared. That indifference only made him let loose even more.

But in the last dungeon, he had disobeyed the Prophet’s orders. He even felt unworthy of the position the Prophet had bestowed upon him. That was why he had taken the opportunity to speak with Silvanus before the others arrived.

"Drake."

At that moment, Silvanus’s voice rang out.

Drake looked up, irritated and confused. "What is it?" He didn’t even notice the astonished and somewhat envious looks from the others.

Silvanus suddenly found Drake’s clueless expression somewhat amusing. He had always been a fool—his insecurity merely masked by his uncontrollable rage.

"I’m saying that the Prophet has chosen you. He wants you to be his missionary on this continent."

The moment Silvanus finished speaking, Drake’s expression froze in disbelief.

He had once wished for this. But now that it had happened, it felt... unreal.

"That’s impossible..." he murmured. "I’ve prayed, but he never answered me. Did he choose me? Or did you decide this on your own? Don’t mess with me..."

Drake looked like he wanted to grab Silvanus by the shoulders and shake him, but he held himself back.

Silvanus couldn’t help but find it amusing. And what if it was my decision? From beginning to end, I am the Prophet.

But no one here would ever know that.

Silvanus merely looked at Drake calmly, unwaveringly, silently confirming his words.

Gradually, a proud smile appeared on Drake’s face. However, he quickly suppressed it and asked, "Then can I ask why the Prophet never answered my prayers?"

Silvanus replied indifferently, "If a god answered every prayer, then what use would there be for priests?"

Drake muttered, "You sound exactly like the Prophet..."

Silvanus said nothing in response. He turned toward the temple and stated, "From now on, this will be where I appear."

Drake watched Silvanus’s retreating figure and suddenly raised his voice. "Will the Prophet still appear in the upcoming dungeon?"

Silvanus stopped. He turned back to look at them, his gaze deep and unreadable.

"The Prophet will not appear again."

At that moment, not only Drake but everyone else was visibly stunned.

Silas frowned. "Why? Has humanity done something to displease him?"

The upcoming dungeon would be far more perilous than any before it. If the Prophet did not appear, their chances of closing it would be infinitely slimmer—they would have to fight a hundred, a thousand times harder to grasp a sliver of hope.

"Humanity needs him," Alice quickly said. "Please, tell us his demands. We will do everything in our power to fulfill them."

Meanwhile, Drake lowered his head, lost in thought.

Silvanus only needed a glance to know what was on his mind. Slowly, he said, "It’s not because Drake disobeyed him."

Drake looked up at Silvanus.

Silvanus continued, his voice steady, "The time has come. It is time for him to break free from his shackles. The gods are always watching over humanity. He will always be by your side. And... don’t be deceived by him."

After leaving behind a string of cryptic words, Silvanus vanished instantly, giving them no chance to question him further.

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"You mean... a completely new god is about to appear?!"

Frank shot up from his seat the moment he heard this.

"Silvanus’s words were quite vague, but based on my interpretation... yes." Silas spoke slowly, his gaze turning toward the sky.

At that moment, the countdown had less than two hours remaining.