Becoming a God Starts with Acting

Chapter 518: [Crimson Inheritance] (37) - Nick, run run run

Nick practically sprang upright the moment he heard Neo’s voice.Neo had already sat up. In his hand was an indistinct object, something like a shadowy octopus writhing constantly, struggling to break free from his grasp, yet completely unable to do so.

Nick’s first reaction was that he couldn’t let Neo be in danger.

His second reaction was: why was Neo holding that thing so effortlessly, as if it were nothing more than a toy?

The steps he had been about to take forward slowed, but by then, Neo had already turned around.

In the darkness, Neo’s eyes glowed like a cat’s. Whether it was because of the lighting or not, Nick suddenly realized that Neo didn’t actually resemble Silvanus as much as he had thought.

"Neo... is something wrong?"

Standing where he was, Nick asked instinctively.

Neo merely narrowed his eyes. The next moment, his hand suddenly tightened, and the shadowy tentacle he was holding instantly burst apart.

Nick seemed to even feel something warm splatter across his face.

"Aaaaaa-----!"

At the same time, a shrill scream rang out. It was unmistakably Elya’s voice.

Nick had no idea why Elya had turned into that thing, nor did he understand why she had appeared in their room. But compared to Neo at this moment, she no longer seemed to be the most worrying problem.

With that thought, Nick turned and ran without the slightest hesitation.

He had to find Silvanus!

Thank goodness, unlike the horror stories he had seen before, the door wasn’t locked.

The comment section erupted.

[Why didn’t he stay a little longer? I wanted to see more!]

[If he’d stayed a little longer, the next thing to get crushed might’ve been Nick’s neck!]

[I don’t think he’d be able to outrun him anyway.]

Behind him, Neo raised a hand. It was as if an invisible gravity press had descended; the gravity surrounding Elya was instantly compressed.

In the blink of an eye, she was reduced to a tiny cube, a death so swift and agonizing that she didn’t even have the chance to scream a second time.

The arrogant and self-assured Elya of the past would never have imagined that this would be her end.

Neo flicked a finger, and the cube immediately disintegrated into countless specks of dust, quickly dissolving into the air until not a trace remained.

Only then did his gaze shift toward the wide-open door ahead.

Meanwhile, Nick was running at nearly the fastest speed he could manage, racing out of the second-floor corridor. His destination was the third floor.

Ever since earlier, he had been frantically trying to contact Silvanus, but every message had vanished like a needle sinking into the ocean, leaving not even a ripple behind.

Elya had already ended up like that. Could Silvanus...

Nick shook his head violently.

Impossible. Their entire team was still there...

"Silvanus can’t have lost control..."

Nick muttered to himself.

At that moment, a comment that flashed past suddenly caught his attention.

[Silvanus isn’t dead, but Erebus definitely took him away!]

[Aren’t you Erebus’s believer? Try begging Him to give Silvanus back!]

Most of these IDs had clearly flooded over from Silvanus’s livestream.

[Am I really about to watch a Believer and a God fight over a Priest? Suddenly I’m getting excited!]

Nick: "..."

Before he could even finish being speechless, a shadow suddenly stretched across the floor. A long neck shot forward first, followed by a head with a gaping mouth and two hollow eye sockets, lunging straight at him.

Goosebumps erupted all over Nick’s body. It felt as though every nerve in him had jolted at once. He slammed on the brakes, then, without the slightest hesitation, threw open the door of a nearby room and slipped inside.

Bang!

The impact was so violent that Nick could feel the door shuddering through the hand gripping the doorknob.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, but all he could do was lock the door and quickly move aside.

He had seen far too many scenarios where the protagonist, exhausted at last, leaned against a door only for an axe, a knife, or some other object capable of splitting the door apart to suddenly pierce straight through their body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The violent impacts continued relentlessly. Soon, cracks visible to the naked eye began spreading across the door.

Nick held his breath.

Surely this couldn’t really be the end, could it?

Thud!

Just then, a heavy sound suddenly came from somewhere inside the room.

Startled, Nick spun around and stared into the darkness.

Only then did he take notice of the room’s decor. Everything was decorated in an adorable shade of pink.

This was Room One.

If that creature hadn’t suddenly appeared earlier, he would have already made it to the third-floor corridor.

Clearly, this was also Jax’s room.

At some point, the crashing sounds at the door had disappeared, but Nick’s taut nerves could no longer spare any attention for that.

Staring at the churning darkness beside the bed, he cautiously called out,

"Jax?"

No one answered him.

Instead, all Nick heard was a sound like fish writhing in a muddy swamp, carrying a strangely damp and sticky quality.

[Please don’t keep pointing the camera into the darkness like this. I really hate jump scares!]

[There’s definitely some messed-up thing hiding in there.]

The comment section erupted with panicked messages.

Nick swallowed hard.

At that moment, the curtains suddenly fluttered despite the absence of any wind, allowing moonlight to spill into the room. The dense darkness was illuminated in an almost absurd manner.

The creature hiding within it came into view.

It was Jax.

He was lying on the floor. His gaunt, lifeless face had become little more than skin stretched over bone. The limbs exposed outside his clothing were so thin and skeletal that Nick could barely remember what Jax had looked like when they first met.

His mouth hung wide open.

His eyes were rolled upward, bulging unnaturally from their sockets.

Yet what drew attention most was his grotesquely swollen abdomen.

By now, it was twice the size it had been during dinner, stretching so large that Jax’s clothes had split apart.

The thin layer of skin constantly rose and fell, writhing beneath the surface and forming distinct ripples.

That wet, squelching sound was coming from there.

Something was about to burst forth from its cocoon...