Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 93: [Fish] - Nerio’s Part (5)

[Damn it, what is Eryon’s mouth made of? He really is everyone’s natural enemy!]

[His way of thinking too... It’d be great if he turned out to be a powerful esper]

[Powerful espers were just regular people in the beginning. Let’s pin a star of hope on Eryon!]

[Don’t forget, humanity’s strong espers only emerged before the dungeons mutated. If we’d been facing dungeons like these from the start, espers might never have had the chance even to become espers.]

[I swear, if it were Drake facing off against Eryon, Eryon would’ve been roasted long ago, hahaha]

Humans couldn’t see the constant stream of comments but didn’t say anything further and just got ready to sleep. The two groups quickly split up to not arouse suspicion the following day.

After Cocona and the others left, Cyril swept his gaze across the room.

There was only one bed inside, plus a tea table and a vanity—pretty bare-bones and ordinary, considering the sheer scale of this massive castle.

Even more so, all the furniture gave off an old, slightly impoverished feeling. Combined with the cold air from the ice basins outside, the whole place felt even more gloomy and chilly.

Cyril looked around the room, frowned, and said, "Could this be a servant’s room?"

"Heh." A mocking chuckle rang out. Cyril turned to see Eryon sneering at him, saying, "There’s no such thing as a servant’s room inside the main castle, you ignorant fool."

Cyril didn’t get angry, just replied, "Can’t you speak without mocking people?"

Eryon raised an eyebrow. "No, because I hate idiots."

"And if you keep staring at me, I’ll gouge your eyes out!" Eryon snapped, glaring furiously at Leonard.

Only then did Leonard lower his head and fall silent.

"Ignorant fool," Eryon said coldly, then stood up and headed for the bathroom.

Leonard quickly said, "We must be careful with the water!"

Eryon’s expression darkened. "Only filthy people like you can sleep without even washing your face."

Ron looked at Leonard and advised, "Just ignore him."

If Eryon ended up dying, it’d be because of his stupidity. It had nothing to do with them. They had already said all they could. If Eryon wouldn’t listen, they couldn’t be blamed.

Eryon snorted coldly and slammed the bathroom door shut without glancing at Leonard. The loud bang shook dust loose from the ceiling—it felt like the whole place might collapse at any moment.

This was supposedly the first floor of the grand castle owned by the wealthy William family!

[I thought Eryon would die at Lucian’s hands. I never imagined this would happen, hahaha]

[Why? Why does he look smart but keep running headfirst into death like that?! Eryon, you idiot, get out of the bathroom already!]

[The butler even warned him, and the espers tried to stop him too, but he wouldn’t listen. What’s wrong with this guy? He’s walking straight into death. Who does he think he is? He’s just a regular person!]

[Look at how obsessed he is with his face—he probably thinks he’s invincible just because he’s good-looking, hahaha]

[Sounds ridiculous, but makes so much sense, lol]

Eryon glanced around the bathroom. A partition separated the shower and toilet, but even with the lights turned on, the place still felt overwhelmingly gloomy. The white tiles had long been covered in moss and black mud stains from years of neglect—it looked like no one had set foot in this place for decades.

The floor was damp, streaked with strange bluish-black slime, emitting a fishy, decaying stench, like a long-dead fish rotting in the heat. The mirror before Eryon was hazy and fogged, barely reflecting his face. It looked like a layer of steam clung to its surface, warping and distorting his reflection until it appeared twisted and grotesque.

Eryon instinctively pinched his nose the moment he stepped in, his brows furrowed in disgust. "Damn it. My clothes are going to reek. Should’ve known better than to come in here."

Muttering with disdain, he turned to leave.

Rattle, rattle, rattle! —but right then, running water echoed sharply through the bathroom.

Eryon frowned and turned back. The showerhead had suddenly turned on by itself, a stream of water pouring down onto the grimy floor. Just watching it felt off—unnatural.

Still, Eryon didn’t react much. He prepared to turn and walk out again. But at that moment, the clear water suddenly turned bright red—blood-red—gushing violently onto the floor.

The stench in the air grew more vigorous, more nauseating. Eryon wrinkled his brows tighter. "Trying to scare me with childish tricks? How idiotic."

Not a trace of fear crossed his face. He turned his back to the shower and headed for the door.

[Is he insane? Is he just a normal person? I’m starting to think he’s secretly an esper hiding his true abilities!]

[Man, I wish Eryon was an esper. That mental fortitude of his isn’t something you see every day, lol]

[A regular person would’ve been paralyzed with fear by now. But look at Eryon’s face—he thinks this is some childish prank, hahaha]

[He won’t be laughing for long. Just wait until he realizes how terrifying this ’childish prank’ really is, lol]

[Can’t wait to see Eryon’s pretty face twisted in fear and despair! That would be so entertaining, hahaha]

Eryon grabbed the doorknob, ready to open the door, but his expression changed. The door wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard he twisted, it didn’t move, even though it wasn’t locked.

His eyes narrowed. He slammed his fist against the door, shouting angrily, "Dammit! Are you bastards messing with me? Open this damn door!"

He thought Leonard and the others were pulling a prank to scare him by locking him in.

He banged on the door again, but no one responded. Furious, Eryon cursed and kicked the door hard. Despite looking old and fragile, the door didn’t even crack under the force of a full-strength kick from a grown man.

Eryon’s face grew darker with frustration—but his anger reached a boiling point when he turned around and saw that the blood on the floor was now flowing in reverse.

Instead of draining away, the blood was slowly, steadily creeping toward him—like it had its own will.

The crimson liquid spread across the floor. It was only a matter of moments before it would reach his feet.

Eryon instinctively stepped back, but the solid door behind him had already cut off his escape route.

Eryon clicked his tongue and growled, "Whatever’s coming, just come already!"

Then he glanced down at his spotless sneakers and, with a look of genuine distress, muttered, "At the very least, don’t ruin my shoes!"

[Help, that’s what he’s worried about right now?!]

Does he still think this is a prank? What the hell is going on inside that head of his?]

The blood quickly spread, engulfing Eryon’s shoes. He furrowed his brows tightly, visibly uncomfortable. Ultimately, he squeezed his eyes shut—unwilling to witness the painful sight any longer. Because of that, he didn’t see what happened next: once the blood completely covered the tiles beneath his feet, it began to turn crystal clear—so clear it was like a mirror!

The watery surface twisted and distorted as if it had a life of its own.

[What the... who told him to shut his eyes?! Wouldn’t most people be more curious the closer death gets? Like, how is it gonna kill me?]

[Is this luck? Is his extraordinary power just... "blessed idiot energy"?]

[Hahaha I can feel Selena’s despair through the screen—I can’t with this guy hahahaha!]

[Why is everyone acting like he’s safe now?! He’s just a regular person! No matter what, he’s gonna die!]

At that moment, the surface of the water seemed to lose patience. It began twisting violently, condensing rapidly until it formed a grotesque shape—an enormous figure. Its head was wholly obscured in dark smoke, and its watery body was eerily malformed. Four sunken nipples marked its chest, its legs were bent at unnatural angles, and faint, watery scales shimmered across its limbs.

The monster’s figure warped and flickered like a glitched-out TV screen as it slowly bent toward Eryon. Water droplets splashed onto the floor with each movement, echoing sharply in the otherwise silent bathroom.

Eryon’s eyelashes twitched—he seemed on the verge of opening his eyes to see what was happening.

BANG! CRASH!

Just then, the door was suddenly kicked wide open! The impact shattered the wooden panel, and Eryon was flung out with it!

"FuK—!" Eryon couldn’t hold back his curse as he was launched through the air. Eyes still shut tight, he braced himself for the moment his body would slam painfully into the floor.

But... the pain never came.

Leonard had caught him. Eryon’s legs bent slightly upon landing, and Leonard firmly grasped his arms to keep him steady.

Eryon’s eyes flew open, and he looked straight into Leonard’s sheepish, nervous face.

Leonard avoided eye contact, quickly lowering his gaze. "A-Are you okay?" he asked softly.

It took Eryon a long moment to snap out of it. Then, all at once, he sprang away, yanking his arms from Leonard’s grasp.

"Damn it! Who permitted a country bumpkin like you to touch me? I’d rather crack my skull open on the floor!"

With that, he furiously rubbed both his arms repeatedly as if trying to erase Leonard’s touch from existence.