Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 468: Reuniting with Alden

Night.

Lumina was evidently the place least affected by this wave of unrest. They had almost completely shut themselves off, and those who had stubbornly chosen a side had long since been expelled. As for those who remained, no matter how intense their feelings were, they could not openly start conflicts. Everyone in Lumina was equal.

In the headmaster’s office, Vermillion stood beside the large window, gazing outside. The Academy was draped in the silver hue of moonlight, yet because of the tension beyond its walls, it had lost its usual liveliness. Factions were forming more and more frequently; if not for the elders maintaining order, it might have already descended into chaos no less severe than the turmoil outside.

At that moment, a wisp of black smoke suddenly gathered behind him. With the abilities of an Undead mage, Silvanus could move almost anywhere at will, vanishing freely before those weaker than him.

Vermillion watched Silvanus’s figure reflected in the hazy glass but did not speak.

However, Silvanus was the first to break the silence. "Alden, why won’t you appear in person? Why are you always sending others to look for me?"

Silvanus’s words made Vermillion — or rather, Alden — pause slightly. He gave a faint smile. "Silvanus, what are you talking about..."

Silvanus pierced straight through his disguise. "Stop pretending. I know it’s you, Alden."

Alden turned to look at Silvanus, silently studying him for a long moment. In the end, he spoke softly, "Silvanus, you’ve returned."

He wanted to ask whether the journey before had been dangerous, but then realized he had no right to ask such a question.

He had known everything, yet he could not warn Silvanus, leaving him to endure all the suffering alone.

Silvanus looked at Alden’s expression, paused briefly, then said, "Alright. Then why are you pretending to be Vermillion?"

Realizing that his identity had been exposed, Alden simply admitted everything. "From the very beginning, he was just a Sentinel I created, destined to build an entirely separate force in the Land of Light. He ultimately died in the battle against Lichina many years ago. The body he has now is nothing more than a puppet."

"Does Nicole know about this?" Silvanus asked.

Alden replied softly, "She knows a different version." After a pause, he added, "Of course, everything I’ve told you is the truth."

"Take me to where you are," Silvanus requested.

At this point, Alden had no reason to hide anything. He reached out and took Silvanus’s hand. In an instant, light flashed, and they found themselves in a completely different space. Alden had entirely disappeared. In front of Silvanus now stood a small Alden and a tall Drake.

Drake seemed extremely shocked that Silvanus had appeared here, especially at his towering height.

He couldn’t help but slam his great blade into the ground, causing the space itself to tremble with a resounding boom before exclaiming, "So Hobbits can grow up?!"

Then he looked toward Alden sitting off to the side, wondering why this little mushroom was still so tiny.

At 1.2 meters tall, Alden didn’t even reach Drake’s waist.

Alden paid no attention to Drake’s noisy insinuations at the side. He simply stared fixedly at Silvanus.

Silvanus truly did not understand why, from Dorian to Alden, each of them wore such an expression of profound sorrow.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to do anything to them, nor was he angry. Yet their eyes kept brimming with tears, leaving Silvanus at a loss for what to do. Especially facing Alden’s childlike form, Silvanus felt even more as though he were bullying a child.

He stepped forward and asked gently, "What’s wrong?"

Alden shook his head. "I’m sorry. I couldn’t warn you. Did it hurt?"

The moment Drake saw Alden’s tears fall, he couldn’t help but roar, "Why are you crying?! You’re not allowed to cry, you weakling!"

As he spoke, he picked up a cloth from the side and dabbed at Silvanus’s tears.

Drake’s pitch-black iron hand was almost larger than Alden’s entire face, yet just like when he sewed clothes, he used the gentlest strength possible, as though handling the most fragile thing in the world. Only, the ferocious look on his face was indeed quite effective at scaring children.

Silvanus shook his head as well and said softly, "I’m not in pain. Besides, if that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have remembered everything. Seeing the future isn’t meant for you to stop it. The reason you have that ability is because you possess enough reason and clarity not to interfere with anything. Alden, how could I possibly blame you?"

Only then did Alden sniffle and gradually stop crying.

Drake chuckled from the side. "Such a crybaby."

This master-and-servant pair truly had no sense of boundaries at all. Just look at Nerio and Kirin—Kirin had been beaten by Nerio until his teeth cracked and his scales fell off. Although Kirin was particularly stubborn, acting pitiful when being beaten, he would still do the same thing again next time.

However, Silvanus’s main purpose was not just this. He looked at Alden, explained the current situation of the outside world, and made his request.

"I need you to lead the Sentinels and go with me, Alden."

Facing Silvanus’s gaze, Alden couldn’t help but stammer, "Go... go outside?"

Those few words alone were enough to reveal how much he shrank back.

Alden’s very character had been written by Silvanus himself, with the first strokes he penned upon arriving in a foreign world. He knew Alden certainly did not like going outside. However, Drake could definitely handle everything.

He said, "Drake will stay by your side to protect you, Alden. And besides, there are others waiting for you. You want to see them too, don’t you, Alden?"

Others...

Alden clenched his fingertips tightly. At that moment, Silvanus’s gentle voice sounded once more. "I truly need you, Alden."

Alden blankly lifted his head to look at Silvanus. Those golden eyes shimmered with light, like the most precious and beautiful thing in existence. In the end, he nodded. "I... I’ll grant you the authority, Silvanus."

And in the end, he still did not want to leave this place.

"But I need a force as strong as Drake. More importantly, your ability will be useful at some point, Alden. I trust you."

The moment Drake saw Alden’s expression, he knew exactly what he was truly worried about. "You coward, I guarantee I won’t let anyone talk to you!"

From beginning to end, Alden paid him no attention, as if he had long since regarded Drake as nothing more than a chirping bird at his side.

In the end, Alden only resolved to observe the battle from afar through Vermillion. Drake sat off to the side in frustration, looking as though he couldn’t even be bothered to speak. But in truth, the moment Alden made his decision, he had already made his own. If Alden did not go, he absolutely would not take a single step out of this place either.

Although he had failed to persuade Alden, at least Silvanus had obtained what he needed.

Meanwhile, outside, true to her word, late that same night Nana led her army to rendezvous with Cain and the others.

Her forces consisted of 200 elite mages.

Based on their current assessment of this war, ordinary civilians were not considered important at all.

What the Nobility had always been wary of was never the common people, but the Church — the Church’s mages. As for civilians, they were merely ordinary people incapable of using magic. A mage could wipe out a crowd of commoners with a snap of their fingers.

The reason the Nobility still allowed the civilians to riot was because they had yet to clearly gauge the Church’s military strength. More importantly, they did not dare offend the divine temple. The existence of light-aligned families such as the Aurellan family constantly reminded them that God truly existed. Who would dare gamble that God would not grow angry if they trespassed upon His domain of worship?