Becoming a God Starts with Acting
Chapter 154: [Blizzard Manor] - Prophet’s part (1)

Chapter 154: [Blizzard Manor] - Prophet’s part (1)

Five seconds were left on the countdown until the dungeon opened, and only now did the system begin telling him about this earth-shattering news. Silvanus began to question whether the constantly chattering in his head deserved to exist anymore.

[I can hear your thoughts, Master.]

Despite being caught by the system, Silvanus showed no expression. He lowered his gaze and finally made his decision.

"I’ll choose God’s Realm and Director Authority as my two functions. As for the card... Prophet."

[Successfully received, Master. Good luck! I’ll always be here cheering you on!]

Despite the system’s enthusiastic voice, Silvanus remained expressionless. He looked outside, where darkness had already devoured the light. His eyes were deep, unreadable.

Preparations outside had been completed as quickly as possible. Finally, when the thunder and lightning in the sky came to a halt, the apocalyptic scene ended.

But humanity knew—this was only the deceptive calm before the actual storm.

Humans sat huddled in the gathering zones, surrounded by Espers. Some wept in silence, while others prayed without pause. They begged the gods—please save them one more time.

Through the monitoring screen, Drake glanced at his fellow humans, who were desperately praying. His gaze darkened.

They would never know... that even the light they prayed to drowned in darkness, waiting to be rescued.

The numbers in the sky continued to count down—until they stopped at a string of zeroes. Instantly, light beams shot up from the ground, drawn into a massive vortex swirling above the sky, like brilliant stars devoured by the darkness. Each star represented a life, and what stood out was how many stars there were this time. Too many were being pulled in!

"The number of people getting dragged into the dungeon this time far exceeds anything we’ve ever seen!" Layla stood up, visibly shaken, her eyes filled with fury and worry. How many people were going to die this time? How many more would suffer?

The outcome could only be revealed when it all ended...

Drake succeeded in entering the dungeon on his very first attempt. But unlike his usual anger, his face was blank and cold.

That is, until the next second—his icy expression was nearly frozen stiff by the howling snowstorm.

The invisible layer of frost on Drake’s face cracked apart from his rage.

He furrowed his brows and drove his sword angrily into the snow, roaring, "What the hell is this place?!"

The heat radiating from him melted the snow at his feet into the water, but it was soon filled again by the relentless blizzard.

At that moment, a pop-up appeared before everyone pulled into the dungeon.

[You are a group of college seniors. You’ve booked a trip to a large, famous mountain lodge to celebrate your graduation. But on your way there, a snowstorm hit! You must rely on yourselves with no way to contact the outside world! Find your way to the lodge in the snowstorm—hurry, or you’ll freeze to death!]

Fifty live broadcast screens displayed the same pop-up, shining in the eyes of outside viewers—and a few mysterious watchers.

[It’s here, it’s here, it’s finally here!]

[Do you know how long I’ve been lurking in this livestream room?! It’s finally broadcasting!]

[I bet my second heart that humanity is dying, hahaha!]

[I feel like this dungeon suits Nerio—water and snow! Nerio, please show up!!!]

[Only my heart still belongs to Prophet. He hasn’t appeared in so long—I miss him!]

[I don’t get what’s so attractive about that emotionless Prophet guy.]

[At least he has genuine kindness, unlike some gods who nearly killed their believers.]

[Can you two stop arguing already? Why don’t we look forward to a new god for once?]

The comments scrolled endlessly, proof of just how excited and eager the viewers were for this dungeon to begin.

At this moment, among the fifty people selected, more than half were Espers, ranging from powerful to weak. However, the majority still possessed some ability, with nearly ten being dark Espers. The rest were ordinary people.

The blizzard was so intense that everything before them was a blinding white—just wind and snow. Their eyes were stung and frozen red by the snow’s bite.

None of them knew the way to the lodge. If they wandered, they might never get anywhere. But right now, they had to complete this first mission!

Honestly, the first missions were usually not too challenging. Drake figured that if they kept moving, they’d reach the lodge eventually—of course, the sooner, the better. The darkness seemed to be falling, and no one wanted to find out what awaited them outside the lodge at night.

However, for the ordinary people and the weaker Espers, even having the stamina to move in this kind of snowstorm was already a challenge...

Sure enough, before long, some of the ordinary ones collapsed into the snow, their bodies quickly buried under the heavy white. All that remained visible were their frozen blue-white skin and wide, pain-filled eyes. Some, in a final frenzy, tore off their clothes and sprinted through the snow before taking their last breaths.

Their figures soon vanished with the snow and the darkness as their livestream screens were shut down.

Even the weaker Espers were struggling—their faces cracked and flushed red from the cold, each step heavier than the last, as though the darkness behind them might catch up at any second.

Don’t stop. Don’t stop, they repeated to themselves.

Drake searched to see if he could protect any of his kind, but it seemed they had all been separated.

The ordinary people could survive independently, despite slim chances. Clicking his tongue, Drake pushed forward quickly.

"That kid... is he in elementary school?" Outside, Layla pointed at one of the livestream screens and asked doubtfully.

Amid all the tall adults, one screen showed a child—so small it shocked everyone who saw it.

The boy wore knee-length cloth trousers, a white shirt, and a black vest. His long socks reached his calves, and his black leather shoes were half-buried in snow.

The wind and snow tousled his soft black hair. Perhaps because of the blizzard, the child lowered his eyes and strolled. The falling snow quickly erased his tiny footprints. His fair skin had turned red from the cold, and his small body swayed as if he could collapse into the snow. But still, he kept walking—steadfast, never stopping. Besides the slight press of his lips, his face showed no emotion.

"I have reason to suspect that child is Nerio, don’t I?" Layla said slowly.

Frank, standing nearby, shook his head. "Even if Nerio has a flair for dramatics, he’d never take on a role that required him to suffer. If that boy were Nerio, he would’ve appeared directly next to Drake or someone strong enough to carry him to the lodge."

Another reason Frank was confident the boy wasn’t Nerio was that this dungeon was sure to feature Prophet, and the chance of two gods appearing at once was incredibly slim. But, of course, Frank didn’t say that out loud.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Drake was sure he was the first to reach the lodge.

After pushing through snow and wind, a large gate appeared before him. Almost the moment he laid eyes on it, the blizzard stopped.

He looked behind him—just a few centimeters away, the snowstorm was still howling furiously.

Drake frowned and quickly stepped forward, knocking hard on the great door.

Whether the people inside heard him was unclear, but even after a long time, no one came to open it.

He stood alone at first, then joined by five others, then ten, but the door remained shut.

Eventually, he couldn’t be bothered to knock anymore—someone else had taken over that job.

Fiona, standing beside him, frowned. "What’s going on? Could it be the lodge’s owner is waiting for everyone to arrive before opening the door?"

Looking around, twenty-four people had gathered here—every one of them an Esper. Not a single ordinary human was among them.

Drake had already swept his gaze across the group. He still couldn’t be sure if Prophet would side with humanity or the monsters, so he remained cautious.

But so far, there was no suspicious figure in sight. Perhaps he needed more time to observe.

Meanwhile, the darkness behind them crept closer and closer.

"What the hell—just break the door down!"

A man’s angry voice rang out, but neither he nor anyone else dared to do it. Without knowing the rules, they couldn’t afford to act recklessly—it could cost them their lives in ways they couldn’t even imagine.

"Finally made it...!"

Just then, a cheerful and exhausted voice called out. Turning, they saw Bella, wearing a princess dress, trudging toward them. Her adorable face was full of frustration—clearly, the blizzard had taken quite a toll on her.

"If you’d died in the snowstorm, it would’ve been the joke of the century," Fiona said, spinning her sword mockingly.

She had never liked Bella’s behavior—slow and clumsy. If Bella were in her group, she’d never be spoiled like Cocona’s group.

Bella scoffed and was just about to snap back when a loud, thunderous sound suddenly echoed out—

The large gate before them was opening!

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