Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 53: [The River God’s Wife] - Nerio’s Part (2)

Upon hearing his words, Drake couldn’t help but glance at Silas, sneering, "I wish the people who worship you could hear what you just said."

Silas didn’t even bother turning to look at Drake and simply replied, "You always call me a hypocrite, but the real hypocrites are out there, Drake. They scream about injustice whenever we make the smallest mistake, yet if ordinary people in the dungeon have to die to bring them peace, they’d gladly accept it. Every mistake is ours to bear, Drake. You’ve always known this world isn’t a beautiful place."

Drake furrowed his brows tightly, his eyes burning with anger at Silas’s brutally honest words. However, in the end, he scoffed coldly and said nothing more.

At that moment, inside the dungeon, almost as soon as the dark esper finished speaking, the expressions of the others shifted entirely—some were filled with fear and anxiety, while others frowned in anger.

A freckled young man quickly stepped forward, flattering, "Sirs, you will help us escape this dungeon, right? I know you are the strongest espers..."

His eyes widened slightly as he spoke, his expression turning somewhat manic. "I am the eldest son of the Curtis family! You know the Curtis family, don’t you? I am the rightful heir. As long as you ensure my safe passage out of here, I guarantee you won’t have to worry about money for the rest of your lives!"

At this, his face brimmed with confidence, as if he had already predicted the dark espers’ answer.

Sure enough, the leader stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully. "The Curtis family, huh? Looks like we hit the jackpot this time."

"So that means we’re finally getting a mansion, right?" A short dark esper said excitedly, his squinted eyes making his already shameless expression look even more despicable.

Another scoffed, "Let’s survive this dungeon before dreaming about anything else."

The esper leader gazed over everyone in the dungeon, saying, "First things first—if you want to live, you follow my orders completely! I’m Ace. I’m sure you’ve heard of me and my team."

"You can call me Julia." A voluptuous woman smiled, her fox-like eyes and enchanting grin exuding a mesmerizing allure.

"I’m Alexis," the rat-faced dark esper introduced himself.

The remaining two were Clow, and Jack—Clow seemed more rational than the others, while Jack had a vicious look in his eyes and was the one who suggested Ace kill everyone else.

The rest exchanged wary glances. They knew these dark espers would not be trusted, but they had no choice. The dungeon was far too dangerous. Their only option was to work together and find a way out.

The freckled young man quickly spoke up, "I’m Leon." Then, he glanced down at the young man lying on the ground with disdain. "And that’s Leonard—trash. Right, leave him to die here. He’s nothing but bad luck!"

His face was filled with disgust as he looked at Leonard. Still curled up on the ground, Leonard trembled slightly as if he could feel the malice radiating from Leon.

Ace raised an eyebrow. He had heard plenty of rumors about the Curtis family—it seemed Leonard was the unloved child of the household and Leon’s older brother.

Not that Ace cared much. An unwanted child of the Curtis family might be a helpful meat shield for him. Ha.

The others took turns introducing themselves. Among them were Matthew, a low-ranking believer of the angel Gabriel, and Maya, a volunteer esper. The rest—Elena, Taylor, and Kely—were ordinary people.

There were 12 people in the dungeon this time, consisting of five women and seven men.

Elena’s lazy, mocking voice rang out, "Hold on. Looks like we have a little problem on our hands."

She smirked as she turned her gaze toward Maya, standing behind the group. Maya instinctively frowned and shifted slightly as if trying to shield something.

Ace’s expression darkened, and his voice turned ice-cold. "Get out here. What are you hiding? Don’t make me use force."

The others also turned their attention to Maya, noticing the strange situation around her. One by one, they began to frown.

Outside, Frank slammed his fist on the table as he stood up. "How the hell is this happening? This dungeon has completely mutated! All the rules are breaking apart!"

"Damn it!"

Drake punched the wall furiously, his eyes cold and sharp. Silas and the others also frowned, their expressions grim.

"A child... in the dungeon?"

Ace’s voice was frigid inside the dungeon as he fixed his gaze on Maya, his eyes growing even colder, laced with cruelty.

Maya instinctively shrank back, and the others looked at Ace warily.

Though shocked by the revelation, they weren’t about to let Ace and his people do anything to a child.

Julia chuckled lightly. With a flick of her wrist, she spread open her fan, concealing her amused smile behind it.

She leisurely walked toward Maya, speaking softly, "Come on, step aside. At the very least, let our little friends introduce themselves."

Facing Julia’s fox-like eyes, Maya wanted to stop everything from unfolding, but her body betrayed her. She collapsed onto the ground, utterly powerless.

Nearby, Matthew quickly caught her, his gaze filled with wariness toward Julia and curiosity toward the mysterious child. And he wasn’t the only one—everyone else stared in stunned silence.

Because the child was beautiful—so much so that even a wealthy family might struggle to raise a child with such striking features.

The boy looked about twelve years old, standing around 1.45 meters tall. But what truly stood out was his aura, face, and hair. His porcelain-white features were so stunningly delicate that it was hard to tell if he was a boy or a girl. His pale blue eyes shimmered like glass, like the endless ocean waves. His short white hair was streaked with strands of light blue—a rare, almost unnatural color.

He was dressed like a European aristocratic child, wearing a short-sleeved button-up shirt, knee-length shorts, and thigh-high stockings fastened with garters. His polished shoes gleamed, meticulously well-kept.

He stood there, unfazed by the gazes locked onto him, as if entirely unaffected. His eyes were lowered slightly, lost in his thoughts, indifferent to whatever was said about him.

At that moment, Leonard—still lying on the ground—accidentally locked eyes with the boy. He froze for a brief second before quickly looking away.

"Hey, kid. What’s your name?" Julia eyed the boy with interest, licking her lips as she snapped her fan shut, then extended it toward him as if to lift his chin.

But before she could touch him, Maya’s hand suddenly shot out, blocking her movement.

Julia lifted her gaze, meeting Maya’s furious expression.

"Don’t touch him," Maya said through gritted teeth. "He’s just a child!"