Becoming a God Starts with Acting

Chapter 514: [Crimson Inheritance] (33)

Another meal with nothing going into his stomach.Silvanus couldn’t help but wonder what kind of ability the official artists possessed that allowed them to endure this in every dungeon.

As if reading his thoughts, Nine appeared once again. [Once you clear this dungeon and become an official artist, you’ll find out.]

Silvanus: [...I was only wondering. You didn’t have to answer.]

Nine fell silent. Silvanus continued, [Besides, you shouldn’t casually read my thoughts like that.]

His words sounded like a gentle reminder, but his tone carried no such softness. Nine had the distinct feeling that if the opportunity ever arose in the future, Silvanus would smash his electronic screen into countless pieces.

Nine: [I wasn’t doing it on purpose. It’s because you were thinking about matters related to the Happy TV Network, so I’ll hear them whether I want to or not.]

Silvanus looked at Nick’s back as he walked ahead of him and replied unconvinced, [But other people’s systems aren’t nearly this talkative.]

This time, Nine went completely silent. Silvanus showed no reaction either.

Ever since Nine first appeared, he had constantly talked about conserving power. Yet judging from his behavior, he was clearly a chatterbox of a system with a mouth that never stopped running.

"Nick, you’re staying in my room tonight."

Nick heard Silvanus’s words just as he was about to return to his own room. His hand had already reached the doorknob.

Before Nick’s little brain could process it, Silvanus continued, "I have something to do tonight. Neo can’t be left without someone watching over him."

Oh, so he was worried about his child.

But what caught Nick’s attention even more was the fact that Silvanus was going off to do something without him.

As if reading Nick’s thoughts, Silvanus curled his lips into a smile. It wasn’t a particularly friendly smile. If anything, there was a trace of mockery directed at poor Nick, the unfortunate victim.

"Don’t worry, you won’t be short on things to do. If my calculations are correct, you’ll be dragged into some unknown world tonight as well. We’ve already talked about this before, haven’t we?"

Nick: "..."

"You seem pretty happy about that," he couldn’t help but ask.

Silvanus gave Nick’s head a few light pats before entering his room.

Time always passed quickly, so Silvanus and Elya had agreed to act as soon as possible.

By now, Nick had also entered the room, one hand covering his head.

Seeing Silvanus preparing to leave, he grew even more worried. Although he knew Silvanus wasn’t an ordinary NPC, the outside at night was undoubtedly dangerous. Nick couldn’t help but recall Daisy’s terrifying appearance. Who knew what kind of hideous form Lord Lethos might show up in next?

Neo also clung tightly to Silvanus, refusing to let go. He said nothing, but his large, watery eyes conveyed everything.

Silvanus: "..."

This little thing was even more committed to the act than he was. Silvanus himself had long since stopped pretending, yet Neo was still fully immersed in the performance.

Smiling, he looked at Neo. "Neo, be good and stay in the room. Nick will protect you. I’ll be back soon, alright?"

He bent down and, before Neo could react, placed a kiss on his forehead, just like an ordinary goodnight kiss.

He smiled. The brilliant crystal lamp illuminated him, making the strands of his hair seem to glow. Even the inscrutable loneliness that usually lingered in his expression softened into something gentle and warm.

"We’ll leave this place together, alright?"

Neo stared blankly at Silvanus. Tiny flecks of light seemed to dance within his eyes, like little stars.

Watching this scene, Nick felt Neo’s cuteness for the first time.

And while Neo was still dazed and his grip had loosened, Silvanus took the opportunity to turn around and leave the room.

Click!

The door closed. The sound wasn’t loud, yet it felt like a sharp pair of scissors severing everything, including all manner of emotions.

In an instant, Neo’s expression returned to its usual bored indifference. He didn’t even spare Nick a glance before climbing back into bed on his own and closing his eyes to sleep.

Nick watched as Neo fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

"..."

Contrary to his expectations, he hadn’t thought Neo would be this well-behaved.

Nick sat down in a chair and pulled out the novel he always carried with him. The story was quite interesting. Could there really be something wrong with it?

Nick wasn’t sure. For now, he decided to simply enjoy the plot.

The moment Silvanus stepped outside, he noticed that Elya was already waiting in front of his room. Was she really so impatient to awaken Lord Lethos that she couldn’t wait any longer?

Silvanus didn’t think so. Seeing that the energy around her heart had grown stronger than it had been that morning, his gaze deepened.

Elya smiled at him. "According to my calculations, the castle lights will go out in about ten minutes. When that happens, we can go look for Lord Lethos without the butler noticing."

Silvanus spoke softly, "Will it really be that simple..."

After a brief pause, he asked, "Elya, do you know what those things outside at night are?"

Elya didn’t know, nor did she need to know. That supreme existence had told her that as long as she killed Silvanus, no danger would be able to threaten her anymore.

Elya had also read many of the comments. They were all talking about Gods and Heirs. If she wasn’t mistaken, there was a good chance that she was one of the chosen Heirs. Why should she concern herself with the affairs of ordinary people? This dungeon couldn’t harm her.

Looking at Silvanus, Elya said gently, "We’ll be fine. Didn’t you decide to take this risk for Neo?"

At her words, Silvanus pressed his lips together and ultimately said nothing more.

Watching Silvanus’s hesitant and uncertain demeanor, Elya couldn’t help but find it amusing. He was utterly pathetic and pitiful. At least he possessed a little courage, but soon she would make him experience true despair.

Click.

Just as Elya was thinking this, the last remaining light in their world finally vanished.

How marvelous.

Moonlight streamed in from outside, preventing the space from becoming completely dark.

The world seemed to grow clearer and clearer, as though ensuring that their eyes would not miss a single detail.

Of course, it was also to ensure that their esteemed audience could clearly witness the expressions of despair on the faces of these helpless humans...