Becoming a God Starts with Acting
Chapter 146: [The Corpse Collector] (22)

Chapter 146: [The Corpse Collector] (22)

Silvanus wondered why Lucian had appeared in this place looking so striking—and what was with the wings on his back? This truly was a bizarre dream.

Silvanus’s thoughts quickly drifted in another direction, completely forgetting what Lucian had said.

To Lucifer, all he saw was a weak, tiny god standing before him, completely ignoring him. Those big, round eyes staring at him unblinking must have been stunned by his majestic appearance—at least, that’s what Lucifer thought to himself.

Even though he wasn’t particularly fond of gods—especially not a feeble, young one—he couldn’t deny that this little god was adorable. Just look at those chubby cheeks! It made him want to pinch them and shape them into various forms. The texture would probably feel amazing!

That was what Lucifer thought—and he acted on it. He said, "This silence must mean you agree to come to hell with me, right? Or... you just don’t know how to speak, huh?"

Silvanus suddenlt a sharp pain in his cheek. Lucian’s large hand had pinched it, and it wasn’t hard to tell there were now bright red finger marks on his face.

The pain made this newly appeared god twist his mouth in discomfort, his brows furrowing slightly, and his wide eyes welled up with tears.

Then, without warning, tears like large pearls started rolling down his cheeks, flowing continuously and wetting Lucifer’s hand.

Lucifer froze—the smile on his face stiffened.

"Hey, I didn’t even do anything! I just touched you a little!" Lucifer almost shouted, trying to defend his innocence.

"Hu hu..."

But his loud voice startled Silvanus, and he instinctively burst into sobs. The tears came down even faster, and Lucifer’s face clearly showed his panic.

He raised both hands in surrender, his wings drooping, and quickly said, "It’s okay if you don’t want to go to hell, I’m not forcing you! Stop crying, come on—ashhhhh!"

Seeing Lucian in such a flustered state, Silvanus felt awkward. But he truly couldn’t control this tiny body of his—as if he were watching everything unfold from within it.

Still, one thing was clear: no matter the time or the world, Lucian was always an insufferable bastard and always fell for Silvanus’s "weakness" without fail.

That was Silvanus’s final thought before his mind slowly began to blur. It felt like he was being pulled out of this absurd dream.

"You bastard, Lucifer, what did you do?!"

Bang!

"Hey!"

Before darkness completely swallowed his consciousness, those were the last faint voices Silvanus could hear.

Maybe they were fighting... yelling at each other... Lucifer... which Lucifer was it again...

On the simple bed, Silvanus, who had been tightly shutting his eyes, suddenly furrowed his brows as cold sweat drenched his face. Then, all at once, he snapped his eyes open and jerked upright.

"Ha... ha..."

Silvanus gasped for breath, not understanding why he had such a bizarre dream.

He had been scorched in the dream under a blinding, burning sun. Lucian suddenly appeared more intense than the fire itself and demanded to drag him to hell. After Silvanus refused, Lucian attacked him. The two ended up chasing and fleeing each other, and at some point—he wasn’t sure if he had already been dragged to hell—his consciousness began to blur, like sinking to the bottom of the sea, to the point where he could barely breathe. That feeling had been far too real.

[A beauty sweating is its kind of art.]

[Wonder what Silvanus was dreaming about... looks kinda steamy.]

At that moment, the sudden appearance of comments floating in front of Silvanus made his expression indescribably complex.

He honestly couldn’t stay tense for even half a minute because of the presence of these spectators, whose thoughts ran wild like untamed beasts.

"You’re awake?"

Right then, Silas’s cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang in Silvanus’s ear.

Just before that, there hadn’t been a sound—not even a whisper of wind.

Or the shock from the dream kept Silvanus from noticing. But Silas’s voice appearing so abruptly truly startled him, giving him goosebumps; even his soft hair felt like it was standing on end.

Silvanus instinctively turned his head right away, widened his eyes a little, pressed his lips together, and quickly pulled his head back.

Because in that very moment, Silas’s face was right next to his, and when he turned, their faces were so close that their noses almost touched.

But how could that be? He had only just heard Silas’s voice—if Silas had been that close, with a body as evolved as his, Silvanus should have listened to every breath, every heartbeat.

Yet everything about Silas was so cold and silent... as if he didn’t exist at all!

Silvanus didn’t even have the chance to retreat because just as he leaned back, Silas’s hands gripped his head tightly, locking his gaze in place.

Those bright red eyes stared into his, their madness almost spilling over.

"What were you trying to do last night, huh? Are you trying to die? Taking this body with you to the grave? If that’s what you wanted, you should’ve at least left your eyes to me!"

As he spoke, Silas shoved him hard, and Silvanus’s body fell back onto the bed.

Silas was utterly furious. The jealousy that had taken root in him since Silvanus was swept into the whirlpool and didn’t resurface until late afternoon had now fully taken over.

He realized he was extremely jealous of Silvanus, but even if Silvanus were destroyed, it still wouldn’t satisfy him.

He realized he needed to obtain what he wanted.

Jealous of those gem-like eyes? Fine—take them. As long as he had them, envy would not be needed.

Jealous of that beautiful skin? Fine—strip it off, drape it over his body, or craft it into clothing for a wooden puppet. It would belong to him. Belong to him. Just the thought made every cell in Silas’s body scream with satisfaction and twisted joy.

Especially since the one he wanted to take it from was Silvanus—just that alone filled Silas with a euphoric thrill that nearly drove him insane.

Silas’s hand, which had been gripping Silvanus’s head, suddenly shifted, sliding to his face. His thumbs moved closer and closer to Silvanus’s eyes, gently brushing the corners with extreme tenderness—but his words chilled Silvanus to the bone.

"I’ll scoop them out. Then you can die, alright?" Silas said slowly, enunciating each word with a slight curl of his lips.

Silvanus’s slightly pressed lips relaxed. Aside from a cold sensation crawling down his spine that served as a warning, he remained strangely calm.

Yes—very calm. Even though there was no reason for him to be quiet at this moment, he was.

It was as if a golden light flickered deep within his eyes. Silvanus realized that no matter how deranged or twisted Silas appeared, his instincts did not perceive him as dangerous—just like how he instinctively knew Ryan or Lucian would never truly harm him—a gut feeling.

Silvanus raised a hand and placed it on Silas’s, then tilted his head slightly and gave a radiant smile that made his eyes curve into shining crescents.

The transformation made Silas’s pupils instinctively contract. At that moment, it was as if he had confirmed that those eyes belonged to him. The adoration in his gaze was impossible to hide.

Silvanus chuckled, leaned closer to Silas’s ear and whispered, "Thank you for saving me. As we agreed, you can take whatever you want once this is done. Let’s go. We’re just two corpses short."

Silas gasped for breath, overwhelmed with excitement—none of his usual cold demeanor remained.

He nodded and quickly stood up, eyes brimming with anticipation as he looked at Silvanus, clearly eager to complete the mission.

Fine then—even if he was rough, he was still a brute who kept his word.

Silvanus smiled to himself at the thought.

[Silvanus’s smile gives me the creeps somehow...]

[Anyway, there’s no way Silas will get a happy ending. I bet Silvanus already has something nasty planned for him, hahaha.]

[You’re telling me they got shoved onto a bed, and nothing happened?!]

[Bro, what were you expecting???????????? I seriously thought Silas would gouge Silvanus’s eyes out right there, and some of y’all are still thinking with your lower half?]

[Why so serious, it’s just a scripted scene, alright? Comments are just for fun.]

[Some of y’all get way too immersed in these streams, lol. Ridiculous.]

[I already took my pants off...]

[Bro, how often do you take your pants off in a month? Please.]

Silvanus: "..."

As expected from these viewers. Whatever. To them, he was just a slightly more realistic 3D pixel blob than the others.

Silvanus sighed inwardly and quickly walked out. Silas followed close behind like a tail.

Without hesitation, Silvanus ran toward the large lake in the village. And at that moment, the scene before him finally appeared.

In just one night, the village had been destroyed.

Everything was reduced to ashes. The mud-brick homes lay in ruins. Smoke and dust filled the air, suffocating to the point of breathlessness. Even the ground itself was scorched black, the burn marks stretching to the forest’s edge, scorching several trees before finally stopping—proof of how terrifyingly fierce the fire had been.