Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 126: [The Corpse Collector] (2)

The sky grew increasingly gloomy. Silvanus, with remarkable speed, accepted the truth: he had fallen into an unexpected dungeon and had to complete a mission to get out of this place. He didn’t know how time flowed here compared to the outside world. While he was trapped, who knew what kind of dungeon the outside world was facing?

Silvanus frowned slightly. Just as he was about to stand up, a loud voice echoed from afar:

"Silvanus, why are you still here? Did you fall or something?! I told you not to go scouting around recklessly. The ground near the lakeshore is really slippery. Hurry up and come back—it’s about to rain!"

Silvanus looked up in the direction of the voice and saw, standing on the slope, a tall young man around twenty years old. He had a gentle, handsome face filled with worry as he looked toward Silvanus, who was sitting on the ground.

Before Silvanus could respond, the young man slid down the slope, grabbed his hand, pulled him up, and sprinted back toward the village along the path.

The sky darkened further, and the road they ran along became harder and harder to see. Even so, Silvanus maintained a calm expression.

Comments continued to flash across his view:

[What’s going on with the ant scout team this time? Two gorgeous people appearing one after another—are they trying to lure me into becoming a fan or what?]

[Don’t get your hopes up. Most characters in dungeons like this end up dead anyway. Such a shame... I really like Silvanus’s face though, hehehehe.]

[I’m already drooling. Beauty really can replace food. Yum yum yum.]

More pointless comments about appearances. As flattering as it was to be called beautiful, several signs made Silvanus suspect this dungeon was anything but ordinary. Even the viewers’ surprise at the players’ appearances was already a red flag.

Silvanus lowered his gaze to the hand gripping his own but said nothing, keeping pace.

Soon, they reached the village. Despite the rush, Silvanus still managed to take in the scenery flashing by.

The ground was a strange dark brown as if scorched by fire—an ominous, impoverished color.

The condition of the villagers confirmed Silvanus’s uneasy feeling.

People walking along the street or standing in front of their houses all looked exhausted and dazed. They were thin and dark-skinned, like walking skeletons.

Children were so skinny their bellies had bloated, their bodies little more than skin and bone. Their slightly bulging eyes were filled with hunger and fatigue.

Silvanus could feel the countless eyes following his hurried footsteps.

Bang!

The sound of a door slamming shut snapped him back to reality.

At that very moment, the sound of heavy rain roared outside. The downpour was so fierce that each raindrop hit the roof like a bullet, threatening to pierce through the cheap roofing.

Silvanus looked out the window. All he could see was a dense curtain of rain—so thick that the house across the street had vanished from view. The ground turned to mud in an instant.

It was the kind of rain that, if an ordinary person were caught in it, they might lose their way.

Silvanus couldn’t help but wonder whether this heavy rain would cause the lake to rise. If it did, the entire village could be submerged...

"Scared now, huh? I kept telling you, but you wouldn’t listen. Don’t tell me you’ve been gone so long you forgot just how terrifying the rain is in this village?"

The young man who had dragged Silvanus back let out a sigh.

Silvanus lowered his eyes, saying nothing as he silently observed the people in the house.

There were seven people here, including him—two women and five men.

The two girls had average appearances, not especially beautiful, but not unattractive either.

Four of the men were similar—two of them looked rather ordinary, while the other two were completely different.

One of them was the young man who had brought Silvanus back. He had striking blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The other had red hair and eyes like burning stars—fiery and intense.

Noticing Silvanus’s gaze, the red-haired man immediately lifted his chin and said, with a hint of arrogance,

"If you admire me, you don’t have to stare like that."

Silvanus raised an eyebrow and looked away without a word. Since ancient times, he was the only one allowed to be vain—no one else ever got the chance to show off in front of him.

This reaction seemed to irritate the red-haired man. He frowned, not exactly angry, but more like... frustrated by something.

With a cold snort, he finally turned and stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him loud enough to make a point.

[Hmmmmmm]

[points fingers suspiciously]

[Getting a whiff of something weird in this dungeon kekekeke]

[Let’s talk about the three stunning faces that just popped up first—has this channel really recruited such top-tier character designers?!]

[Is no one going to mention how weird that redhead’s attitude was? Like a tsundere puppy getting ignored by its owner—pretending to be angry but clearly sulking inside hahahaha]

[Even the freaky viewers have spilled into this dungeon now?! Get out of here and go drool over your precious Nerio instead!]

"Silvanus, are you okay? You’ve been quiet this whole time... Don’t mind Lucian, he’s always grumpy like that. We don’t need to bother with him."

The gentle-looking young man with sunlit blond hair glanced at Silvanus and offered a comforting smile.

Lucian, huh. That name was just as annoying as its owner’s face, Silvanus thought to himself.

The curly-haired girl let out a laugh and teased,

"Silvanus, what’s with that face? Don’t tell me you hit your head on a rock and got amnesia or something, haha!"

She was only joking—until Silvanus suddenly lifted his gaze, looked over each of them, tilted his head slightly, and with eyes as green as the forest, full of confusion, asked:

"Who are you all? Where am I?"

He had made up his mind when he saw the blonde young man. He couldn’t afford to expose any slip-ups, but he didn’t know anything about these teammates, nor about the "him" from before. Everything would be easier if he remembered nothing.

Everyone else: "..."

Everyone else: "!!!"

The strangeness and doubt in his eyes felt completely real—without a hint of pretense.

The others quickly stepped closer, faces showing concern and a trace of suspicion.

"Don’t tell me... he really hit his head on a rock?" the curly-haired girl muttered as if she couldn’t believe her own joke had come that close to the truth.

BANG!

At that moment, the door suddenly swung open with a deafening crash, even louder than when it was slammed earlier. The red-haired man stormed out with the fury of someone who had just kicked the door off its hinges.

He didn’t say a word, quickly striding over to Silvanus. Frowning, he grabbed Silvanus’s head with both hands, fingers threading through his hair as he tilted his head—first to the left, then to the right—inspecting even the back of his neck. Then, with evident irritation, he muttered,

"No bruises at all. Don’t make stuff up!"

He gave the back of Silvanus’s neck a light tap as he spoke. Despite his fierce expression, his strength was hardly more than that of a mosquito.

But Silvanus didn’t like people touching his head.

He immediately stepped back, lips slightly pursed as he glanced around at everyone in the room. His eyes held a mix of unfamiliarity and unease, though he tried to stay calm and asked once more:

"Who are you people, really?!"

Then, his gaze took on a hint of desperation.

"Do you know who I am? Can we... can we go home?"

The others exchanged looks. Their expressions practically had the words "we’re screwed" written all over them.

[Amnesiac beauty—do these people seriously have no idea what to do?!]

[This scenario’s getting good.]

[Let me, let me, LET ME—I’ll marry him! I don’t care if he wants to be the husband or the wife!!!]

[Wife, how did you end up lost all the way out here? My poor amnesiac wife~]

[Actually, he’s carrying my child and ran away.]

[I heard males in this world can’t get pregnant though...]

[What species are you from, bro? The variety of creatures in this comment section is getting out of hand...]

[Agreed!]

The comments were getting more and more derailed, offering absolutely no valid input, and were starting to interfere with his focus on the situation.

Just then, the blond young man stepped forward and gently supported Silvanus, speaking with concern:

"It’s okay, don’t be scared. Just have a seat, alright? We’ll talk everything through slowly."

The red-haired guy narrowed his eyes at the blond one, his gaze thoughtful.

It seemed they were coming to terms with the memory loss faster than he had expected—even though he didn’t have a single visible bruise.

"I’m Ryan. We’ve been friends since we were kids. Did you really forget me? Don’t scare me like this, Silvanus!"

The blond man spoke, his eyes filled with sorrow. He held Silvanus’s hand tightly as if he still couldn’t believe what was happening.

The others began introducing themselves as well. The girl with the buzzcut was named Julia, and the one with the curly hair was Aboli.

The black-haired, black-eyed young man was Bryan, while the one with black hair and blue eyes was Ciel.

They had all met during a spontaneous diving and swimming activity and gradually became close. Over time, they’d formed a team of professional-level thrill-seeking divers.

All eyes subtly shifted at that moment toward Lucian, who hadn’t said a word since earlier. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Lucian raised an eyebrow, locked eyes with Silvanus’s slightly lowered gaze, then smirked slyly and said:

"We used to be lovers."

Silvanus: "..."

As expected, the name Lucian really didn’t bring anything good into his life.