Becoming a God Starts with Acting
Chapter 134: [The Corpse Collector] (10)

Chapter 134: [The Corpse Collector] (10)

Not a single word of thanks was given to Silas, even though he had retrieved the bodies of the villagers’ loved ones from the water.

The villagers even looked at him with eyes full of prejudice, not daring to come near him—not even a little.

Behind Silas, there were sounds of crying or screams filled with fear and pain, and occasionally the sound of someone vomiting.

Suddenly, a furious and deafening shout rang out:

"Bastard! Get out of the village! It’s all your fault! The gods wouldn’t have abandoned us if it weren’t for you! You cursed wretch, get out of this village!"

The voice echoed so loudly that even from a distance away, Silvanus could still hear it. Silas must have heard it too—but he didn’t react immediately. His pace didn’t even slow down by a fraction.

Yet no matter how much rage was packed into that scream, the truth remained: the person shouting didn’t dare take even one step forward. They were honestly terrified of Silas.

Silvanus even had a strange feeling—if Silas wanted to, he could crush the entire village like ants, condemning them to a life of misery with no escape.

Silas arrived back at his home. It was a wooden house built in a clearing in the forest, right next to the large lake in the village—completely isolated from the other villagers.

It looked simple, but it was pretty tidy.

Silas entered the house to put away his body-retrieving tools, then stepped back outside to light a fire in his small "yard."

The fire quickly roared, casting a warm glow beneath the gloomy sky. Other than the crackling of dry wood burning, there were no other sounds. Everything was silent—so quiet it became dull.

Silas’s expression was just as dull. A face devoid of emotion from beginning to end, calmly grilling the fish.

"How can he live like this?"

Silvanus never considered himself someone who craved noise or excitement, but even he found Silas’s solitude unbearable.

He was like a machine running on a preset loop—retrieving bodies, enduring insults, repeating the cycle endlessly. His life felt like a prison.

"Hey... don’t you ever get bored?"

Silvanus sat beside the fire, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head to look at Silas, asking sincerely.

Even he didn’t understand why he felt such pity for Silas—an empathy he’d never experienced. It was as if he was seeing himself in Silas. A deep, unsettling feeling that Silas was never meant to live a life like this.

But in the end, how should things be? Silvanus had no idea...

He could already smell something strange—something not quite right.

Just then, footsteps echoed through the forest.

Could it be the villagers coming out here?

Silvanus couldn’t help but wonder. But he didn’t know that the villagers were so wary of Silas that they wouldn’t even dare approach his territory.

The ones who came weren’t the villagers but Ryan and Lucian.

Ryan was even holding Silvanus’s hand, both wearing cold expressions as they looked toward Silas.

Lucian’s voice crackled like a lit fuse, ready to ignite at any moment:

"You saw Silvanus by the river, didn’t you? Speak—what the hell did you do?!"

Silvanus didn’t even get to hear all of Lucian’s accusations because the moment they brought his body here, he felt an overwhelming force pulling at him—so powerful, he couldn’t resist.

His soul was like a small piece of iron caught in the pull of a giant magnet—instantly dragged back into his body! Everything before his eyes was swallowed in darkness. His mind felt like a sinking ship, rapidly plunging to the bottom of a vast, unfathomable ocean.

At that exact moment, just as Lucian voiced his accusation, Silvanus’s body suddenly shut its eyes tightly and collapsed, limp and unresponsive.

Startled, Ryan reacted quickly and caught Silvanus’s limp form.

Thankfully, his rising chest and steady heartbeat still signaled signs of life.

While supporting Silvanus with one arm, Ryan cast a cold, piercing stare toward Silas. In an instant, strong winds rose, and arrows of light appeared in the blink of an eye—without a single word of warning, they shot straight toward Silas!

Lucian raised an eyebrow in surprise, clearly not expecting Ryan to act so abruptly. As expected of Silvanus’s loyal dog... and yet, this time, he didn’t mind it.

But what happened next was something neither of them could have predicted.

The arrows of light pierced Silas’s body, scattering and burying him in a barrage of glowing shafts, making him look like a human pincushion—more like a hedgehog than a man.

And yet, Silas didn’t flinch.

He remained seated, silent—no screams of pain. No writhing. No reaction at all.

His face was utterly expressionless. His cold, crimson eyes lifted slightly, staring directly at Ryan and Lucian.

Then, under their disbelieving gazes, the arrows embedded in his body began to dissolve—breaking apart and drifting into the air like fine golden dust.

Silas slowly stood up, step by step, walking toward Ryan and Lucian.

"No way..." Ryan murmured.

Lucian’s brows furrowed deeply. One couldn’t blame them for being shocked—this shouldn’t have been possible.

A monster this powerful shouldn’t exist in a dungeon like this.

Such a being shouldn’t exist, even in a higher-level dungeon.

No monster should be able to take a direct hit from one of the Three Archangels and not bleed!

"Just what... are you?!" Lucian growled through gritted teeth, refusing to retreat as Silas drew closer.

"Kneel."

Silas’s emotionless voice rang out—yet it carried an indescribable force that shook the air. The ground trembled. The sky shuddered.

Animals cried out in fear. The lake lost its haunting stillness. Frantic splashing echoed from within as if something beneath the surface was desperately fleeing.

Thud!

Under Ryan’s stunned gaze, Lucian dropped to his knees—both knees slammed to the ground. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t rise even slightly.

He tried to move his legs and lift his knees, but it was useless. Panic flashed in his eyes—he hadn’t felt so powerless in a long time.

He looked up at Silas.

At that moment, Silas’s pupils had turned an eerie shade of blue, surrounded by a crimson sclera.

It was still Silas’s body—but it was as if an entirely different soul had taken over.

Or perhaps... it had always been Silas.

And only now... had he truly awakened.

Lucian’s pupils shrank in fear.

"You... this can’t be!"

"Time and space being disrupted... I suppose that’s an advantage right now. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet him again."

As Silas spoke, he stepped forward—walking right up to Ryan and lowering his gaze toward Silvanus, whom Ryan was still holding.

Ryan stood rooted to the spot, his body stiff as a board. His eyes were filled with hatred for Silas, yet despite that, he still obeyed Silas’s command—a strange, involuntary submission.

From the very beginning, Silas had suppressed their level entirely.

He was a being almost on par with their gods.

Silas didn’t spare a glance at the looks of pure loathing Ryan and Lucian were giving him—as if they wanted to skin him alive.

He lifted his hand and gently brushed it across Silvanus’s face.

But the moment his skin touched Silvanus’s flesh, it was as if he’d been burned by acid—his hand began to sizzle, blackening like a lump of charcoal. The pain was unimaginable.

And yet, Silas merely pulled his hand back, then looked at Ryan and said slowly:

"You get to touch your god like this and suffer no consequences... I’m jealous. Truly, enviously jealous. The two of you should’ve died here—if not for him..."

"Why are you here?" Ryan asked, using all his strength to force the question out. Cold sweat streamed down his face—evidence of the crushing pressure bearing down on him.

"I don’t know."

Silas’s gaze remained fixed on Silvanus.

"Most likely, Silvanus summoned me here to ensure a smooth evolution. It’s still the same as always—never caring how anyone else feels. He was always cold, always putting himself first. So heartless... and so enviable."

His unburned hand moved toward Silvanus’s face, then suddenly clenched—

As though what he wanted to crush wasn’t air but that impossibly beautiful face.

But at that moment, Silas’s body suddenly froze. His eyes flickered, unstable, as though he was about to lose control.

He cast a cold glance toward Ryan and spoke:

"Why are you worrying about Silvanus? Don’t forget who he is. He’ll lead himself to victory."

With those final words, Silas’s pupils turned bright red once more—

—and his body collapsed to the ground.

Lucian was instantly freed from whatever force had bound him. He leaped to his feet, fury exploding across his face.

"Bastard!" he roared, lifting his leg as if to stomp Silas into the earth.

But just then, a radiant light shield appeared between them, halting his movement.

Lucian narrowed his eyes. Flames erupted from his feet and began spreading up his body, radiating terrifying heat.

"You know what he is! He’s not □□□! And you still worship him?!"

Lucian shouted.

Ryan’s expression remained calm.

He spoke slowly:

"Whatever he is... he is still a part of □□□. I won’t allow you to harm him in front of me."

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