Becoming a God Starts with Acting
Chapter 138: [The Corpse Collector] (14)

Chapter 138: [The Corpse Collector] (14)

[Aghhhhhh, if Silvanus talked to me with that expression and tone, I’d give him everything I have!]

[Oh my god, he could rule the world if he wanted to. I finally understand why people like Prophet or Nerio have fan clubs. I want to join Silvanus’s fan club right now.]

[Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this day!!! => Link to Silvanus’s official fanclub]

[These simps move fast, huh...]

[I’m speechless.]

At last, Silvanus managed to get on Silas’s boat, though Silas didn’t look thrilled about it.

But Silvanus didn’t care how he felt. He climbed aboard, eyes fixed on the murky water, and suddenly said, "Do you know what my mission is?"

Silas lowered his gaze to Silvanus briefly, saying nothing.

Silvanus didn’t seem to care about Silas’s reaction—he just went on: "My mission is to recover the bodies of victims from a serial murder case. But the one who assigned it didn’t say how many bodies there were or what state they’d be in..."

Silvanus cradled his head as he spoke, his eyes filled with frustration.

Silas remained silent, rowing the boat until it stopped in the middle of the lake. This place was far quieter than the land—there wasn’t even wind here. The lake’s surface was so still it looked like a mirror.

Silvanus couldn’t help but turn around—and immediately met Silas’s expressionless red eyes.

He curled his lips into a small smile and said, "What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly looking at me like that? Are you considering taking this chance to push me into the river because I annoyed you?"

He sounded perfectly relaxed, completely unafraid as he said it.

[He’s gonna push you onto the bed, bae]

[User xxx has been banned from chatting for one month. Inappropriate language is not allowed in the chat room!]

The sudden system notification made the nonstop flood of comments pause for a moment—

And then it exploded!

[What the hell is wrong with the system?! It bans the bad stuff—just a bit of 18+ content! Last time, someone threatened to eat the actor alive, and the system didn’t show up at all?!]

[So freaking unfair. I want to xxx Silvanus, then xxx Silvanus again, then xxx and xxx, and finally xxxxxxx Silvanus!]

[User has been banned from chatting for 6 months...]

System warnings interspersed with furious viewer comments—Silvanus didn’t want to know what all that censored "xxx" stuff was, but it had to be something truly outrageous if it earned a 6-month ban.

Silas lowered his eyes, meeting Silvanus’s green gaze. He almost involuntarily began to lean closer—until their faces were nearly touching. Silas raised a hand and gently stroked the corner of Silvanus’s eye.

Silvanus could even see Silas’s trembling pupils at this distance, as if he were excited about something.

Silas’s hand trembled slightly as it touched his face. He hadn’t used any strength, yet Silvanus couldn’t shake the feeling that he might dig out his eye at any moment.

Silvanus smiled, calmly facing Silas.

"Your eyes are gorgeous. You must’ve received countless compliments about them."

Silvanus raised an eyebrow slightly at that. He had no idea what the past might have held, but since arriving here, aside from the stamping audience, no one had complimented his eyes. Naturally, this also had something to do with his role. As a mysterious and noble priest, no ordinary person would dare approach him so casually—much less praise his eyes.

Still, Silvanus had always had a clear sense of his appeal.

Without hesitation, he said, "I don’t know if others have ever complimented me, but I’m certain I’ve praised myself countless times."

Then he winked. "That’s the secret to my beauty, you know."

Silas paused slightly at those words as if the teasing remark had struck something deep inside him.

Silvanus narrowed his eyes. He rose a little on his toes, brushed Silas’s hand aside, then gently held his face between both palms.

The gesture caught Silas off guard, and instinctively leaned back a little. A flicker of surprise appeared on his otherwise emotionless face for the first time.

The shift in their movement caused the small boat to sway gently, sending ripples across the lake’s mirror-like surface.

Silvanus softly stroked the corner of Silas’s eye. "You have beautiful eyes, too. Have you ever realized that yourself?"

To Silvanus, Silas seemed like a pitiful soul weighed down by self-doubt. His appearance and status had brought him endless criticism and scorn since childhood. Perhaps that was why he’d become so obsessed and insecure about Silvanus’s eyes and face.

As usual, Silvanus’s guess wasn’t wrong, but this time, he would never be able to understand things fully, nor would Silas’s true identity.

Jealousy.

"No. I like your eyes. They’re beautiful. I want them."

If I don’t have them, I’ll die of jealousy—I’ll die from it!

Silas thought madly.

Silvanus couldn’t help but furrow his brows slightly. Things seemed slipping just a little out of his control—but not entirely hopeless.

"Alright then." Silvanus nodded nonchalantly.

His straightforward answer caught Silas off guard. He hadn’t expected Silvanus to offer his eyes so easily.

"But on one condition," Silvanus said with a smile, speaking slowly.

Silas swallowed hard, his gaze locked on Silvanus’s eyes, which sparkled like stars.

"Help me complete my mission. If you help me finish it, I’ll give you my eyes. How about that?"

The bait was offered. Silvanus narrowed his eyes at Silas, waiting for his response.

Silas gasped, his breath catching. He raised his hands, eyes shining with fervent emotion.

"No! That’s not enough—I want everything. Your hands, legs, skin, hair—your whole body. I want it all!"

[...]

[This guy is getting a bit too greedy...]

[Does he want everything that belongs to Silvanus? No way, Silvanus is mine—that’s an unchangeable truth!]

[Once we finish this dungeon, Silvanus must go home and cook for me. Silas should show a bit of shame!]

[The ones who should feel ashamed are all the simps in this comment section...]

Silvanus: "..."

Even he was a bit speechless at Silas’s request. But looking into Silas’s crazed eyes, Silvanus knew he wasn’t joking.

He even felt as though Silas’s gaze was crushing him. The intensity in Silas’s eyes—Silvanus could see it clearly: envy. A fire-like envy that burned uncontrollably, the kind that said, If I can’t have it, I’ll destroy it...

Silvanus furrowed his brows slightly—just slightly. He still maintained his composure.

He frowned, seemingly in thought, and under Silas’s intense gaze, he finally nodded. "Alright then. Once we complete the mission, I’ll be yours."

[That line is weird.]

[Why are boys always like this? Zero boundaries.]

[I’m male too, but if it’s Nerio, it’s fine...]

[Hold on—Silvanus is the main character right now, okay? Don’t mention other people here! By the way, bro, up there, which version of Nerio do you like?]

[A bunch of lunatics!!! Why hasn’t the security system kicked in yet?!]

[The chat room used to be full of blood and brutality. How did we end up here? It’s still inhuman, just in a different way...]

[Come on, bro, we’re not even human, why the debate about what’s inhuman?]

Silvanus: "..."

These viewers knew no limits.

"Deal!" Silas’s voice suddenly rang out, snapping Silvanus back to reality.

Silvanus nodded and spoke slowly: "Alright, then, from now on, you must follow my instructions and answer all my questions—as long as it helps me complete the mission. The faster I finish, the sooner you get my body. Got it?"

At this, Silas became strangely obedient. He nodded, eyes still fixed intensely on Silvanus like a giant dog staring at its walking, oversized bone.

That mental image annoyed Silvanus. Silas might be a dog, but he was certainly not a bone!

"All right. Do you know how many corpses are under this lake?" Silvanus asked.

Silas spoke slowly: "Since that day, people started drowning. The number of deaths grew each year until it got awful—anyone who went near the lake would drown. The villagers stopped going near it at all, not even to retrieve the bodies. If I counted correctly, over fifty people have drowned since then. I’ve only recovered close to thirty."

"Since that day? What day was that?" Silvanus asked, then quickly shook his head. "How long have you been retrieving corpses? Did your father pass the trade down to you, or did you learn it from someone else? Everyone else drowns when they go to the lake—why haven’t you?"

Silvanus was asking so many questions that Silas barely had time to answer.

"I started recovering corpses when I was a kid. I don’t drown because I’m not from the village. I wasn’t involved in what happened back then..."

Silas had no memories from before the age of ten. It was as if he had suddenly appeared in this place, endlessly repeating and completing his "work." He didn’t know what he was waiting for. But that day, when he saw Silvanus sitting on the ground by the lakeside, gazing blankly at the blond man—Silas knew. What he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

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