Becoming a God Starts with Acting

Chapter 509: [Crimson Inheritance] (28) - [He’s jealous!!!]

Nick stared blankly at Silvanus’s flushed face. He pressed his lips tightly together, then parted them again, his mouth moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out.Because before he could even speak, Silvanus’s toe struck his knee.

Silvanus lifted his chin, the corners of his lips curving slightly upward as he leisurely said while nudging Nick’s knee, "Kneel."

The force behind it was clearly minimal, yet Nick found himself almost frozen in place, unable to move. He met Silvanus’s gaze, as if they were locked in a struggle. In reality, he was steadily laying down his arms.

In the end, beneath Silvanus’s half-smiling gaze, Nick truly knelt.

[...]

[No saving him now.]

[Throw him back into the furnace and remake him. At least put up a little resistance!]

[Come on, you’re all underestimating Nick. This is the guy who would admit he’s a dog if Silvanus told him he was one.]

[The price was too great. I’m actually crying.]

[What the hell is wrong here? Is it the dungeon or the livestream that’s broken? This vibe is seriously...]

[Definitely the livestream. I heard Jax and Daniel are still getting bigger bellies over there.]

[I love it hahaha.]

[You bunch of perverts.]

Silvanus grasped Nick’s chin. This time, it was his turn to look down at Nick from above.

The two faced each other. Looking at Nick’s embarrassed yet resigned expression, Silvanus couldn’t help but laugh.

"I quite like obedient people like you, especially when you listen only to me."

Nick’s eyes reddened, as though Silvanus’s words had insulted him and stirred his anger.

"Following me means following Him as well. So don’t worry, He will protect all of us."

Silvanus was not lying about that, but Nick could not help feeling curious about Erebus.

His attention was no longer focused on the strange position they were currently in. Looking at Silvanus, he quickly asked, "May I know more about Him? When will He come to save us?"

He genuinely hoped that Silvanus had not been deceived by some unreliable source of information.

Silvanus chuckled and lightly patted Nick’s cheek.

"All you need to answer is this: do you wish to worship Him alongside me or not?"

Nick lowered his head. The spot where he had been struck seemed to be growing hotter and hotter, and he felt that he himself was beginning to become a little strange.

He swallowed and almost instinctively blurted out, "I do."

If worshipping Erebus meant following Silvanus, then Nick felt that it did not matter what form Erebus took or what He was like. As long as Silvanus was ahead of him...

Silvanus raised a hand. A layer of light appeared in his palm, its radiance cascading down from above and enveloping Nick.

Only then did Nick seem to notice that something was wrong.

He lifted his head and met Silvanus’s eyes.

At that moment, those eyes flowed with a sacred golden hue, carrying an emotionless coldness and a strangely breathtaking beauty.

His crimson lips curved upward, and when he spoke, his voice carried an oddly distant quality.

"My blessing upon you, my believer."

The space itself seemed to freeze.

The four walls appeared to be swallowed by a dark, shadowy expanse. Everything became dense and oppressive, weighing heavily upon the entire room.

Even the viewers watching through their screens could sense that something was profoundly wrong.

Especially the audience in Nick’s livestream. They were practically seeing Silvanus from the exact same perspective as Nick.

The comments nearly stopped for several seconds before exploding.

[What the hell? This was a dog-training channel just a moment ago. What’s happening now? My brain can’t keep up.]

[I’m looking at Silvanus, but it’s not Silvanus!]

[This feels so strange. It’s like I was just seen through completely.]

[Is this Erebus?]

Cases where a God personally descended and borrowed the body of Their Heir to walk among mortals were not uncommon, so the viewers were not unfamiliar with such situations.

The only problem was that this had happened far too suddenly.

Everyone knew that if a God wished to descend, the Heir would first have to prepare complex arrays, perform all kinds of strange rituals and prayers, and even then the God would have to suppress Their power to accommodate the limitations of a lower world.

What kind of God was Erebus?

He had simply arrived in the blink of an eye, as if descending were no more difficult than taking a single step!

[Guys, I’m suddenly starting to think this isn’t as simple as it looks. Erebus might really not be some useless newborn God!]

[I knew it! How could a God with a Priest like Silvanus possibly be useless? If Silvanus were an Heir, he would be the most perfect Heir I’ve ever seen!]

The Gods had their own standards when it came to choosing Heirs. After all, the viewers had never seen an unattractive Heir.

Whether they were tall, short, or anything in between, every Heir possessed some outstanding quality that others could recognize at a glance.

That was why, despite Elya’s transformation, many viewers still did not believe she was an Heir. She was simply too ordinary.

[If this dungeon is really cleared because of Erebus, I’ll become his supporter immediately!]

[But that’s kind of dangerous, isn’t it? I wonder if Silvanus’s reputation might completely overshadow Erebus’s hahaha.]

Though it sounded like a long sequence of events, everything happened incredibly quickly.

After little more than a moment of eye contact, Silvanus had already returned to normal.

If not for the sudden vitality surging through his body and the disappearance of his minor injuries, Nick might have thought that what he had just witnessed was merely an illusion.

At that moment, Silvanus abruptly opened his eyes.

The space had returned to normal, and so had he.

Looking at Nick kneeling before him with a dazed expression, as well as the traces of blessed energy still lingering on him, Silvanus could not help frowning. Jealousy immediately appeared on his face.

He shoved Nick hard, catching him completely off guard and sending him sprawling backward.

Nick did not even know what he had done wrong. The next thing he saw was Silvanus instinctively hugging Neo tightly against his chest, looking as though he were clutching a giant stuffed toy.

Meanwhile, he kept muttering to himself.

"Calm down, Silvanus. Even if He has other believers, you’re still the Priest. You’re still the most favored one..."

[...]

[This feels so weird. It’s like he can be a flirt, but his God isn’t allowed to be.]

[Delicious, delicious, delicious!!!]

[That’s some serious double standards. The yandere energy is getting a little high.]

[I really don’t want to ship this, but Silvanus is making it very difficult...]

[I know Heirs tend to have excessive devotion toward their Gods, but I’ve never seen emotions this intense.]

[He’s jealous!!!]

[Erebus, if You can’t comfort Silvanus, let me do it!]

Nick also noticed Silvanus’s emotions.

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"I’ll listen to you no matter what happens, Silvanus. You’re definitely the most favored one!"

Only then did Silvanus stop muttering to himself.

He glanced at Nick before directly shaking off his hand. Narrowing his eyes arrogantly, he said,

"That is only natural."

In complete contrast to his emotionally turbulent appearance, Silvanus’s heart was strangely calm.

Just now, because the viewers in Nick’s livestream had begun to believe in Erebus’s existence, Silvanus had gained more energy. He had used it to create a protective shield for Nick.

The brief "divine descent" event had also further reinforced Erebus’s existence.

At this point, Erebus was no longer a fabricated name.

He had begun to exist.

And Silvanus, naturally, intended to draw attention at any cost.

It did not matter how people chose to interpret what had happened.

As long as they believed that Erebus existed, that was enough.

Besides, Erebus was himself. What problem could there possibly be with that?

He was more than happy to entertain his royal viewers.

Silvanus gently stroked Neo’s hair and lowered his eyes in thought.