Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 184: [Blizzard Manor] - Prophet’s part (31)

Drake was forced back toward the staircase railing on the second floor by the floor beneath his feet. Without hesitation, he leaped up and directly jumped from the second floor to the first.

A height like that didn’t faze him in the slightest.

His heavy, thick maid dress flared up and smacked Prophet square. At that moment, his massive black dragon finally got its chance to debut before all the continent’s inhabitants and the mysterious viewers.

Of course, it was a soundly sleeping black dragon, tightly bundled up.

But Drake didn’t seem to care much about that.

"Boom!"

He landed hard, one knee slightly bent, creating a dent in the floor from the impact. Cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.

[...]

[.............]

[You can tell—it was so terrifying he didn’t even care!]

[Based on human proportions, this is some serious gear.]

[Come here, Drake, I’ve already taken my pants off!]

[legs spread wide]

[These fangirls are seriously...]

[I’m a fanboy.]

[hahahahahahahahahaha]

[Why are there always people who take the comment section seriously? lmao]

[I’m concerned about why the comment moderation system still hasn’t kicked in! Honestly, it only targets people who harass the gods, doesn’t it?! Admit it!]

Unaware of what was happening in another world, Drake slowly stood up. As he lowered his head, he saw Prophet’s face wrapped in the large white apron at the front of his skirt.

Drake: "..."

Drake: "Ha ha ha." He laughed as he pulled the apron off Prophet’s head and stood him upright to the side.

Prophet: "..." This man is truly unbearable!

Prophet’s body wobbled slightly, both legs feeling floaty as if they weren’t touching the ground. Drake had to steady him with both hands before he could stand properly, looking like he had little stars dancing around his head.

Drake was still laughing. Prophet glared at him. Drake couldn’t resist ruffling Prophet’s hair and said with a chuckle, "Not scared anymore, huh?"

[Never have I seen a believer treat the god they worship like this.]

Silvanus strongly agreed with that comment!

Prophet immediately backed away, retreating nonstop until he reached a safe corner.

He turned his back to the wall and sat there, ignoring everyone.

Drake: "..."

[He’s really like a little autistic mushroom, I’m gonna cry.]

[I can see a tiny mushroom sprouting on his head. Does anyone have a fanart of that?]

[What’s the point of having eight arms?! Give it ten seconds, and we’ll have some good stuff, folks!]

[idol!]

"What did you do to him?" Jessica had just landed as well. She looked at Prophet curled up in the corner of the wall, her gaze toward Drake unfriendly.

Drake’s brow twitched. He immediately realized that Jessica was probably the most likely to steal Prophet’s number-one believer spot from him! She was still absurdly greedy even if she believed in the angel Lucifer!

Drake snorted coldly. "None of your business."

At that moment, the others arrived in the mansion’s grand hall.

Drake glanced over them and said in a deep, commanding voice, "Protect the Prophet. Kill the monster!"

His voice was hoarse and solemn, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Wait—wasn’t it supposed to be the gods protecting them, not the other way around? That made a few people hesitate, stirring some doubt in the general faith.

Sure enough, Prophet had lost his calm and mighty demeanor since his appearance. He had been crying nonstop, and now he needed humans to protect him. If Nerio shrinking down was him messing around for fun, then Prophet shrinking down looked a lot more like weakness.

Silvanus could even sense that the faith directed toward Prophet was wavering. Despite not having a system, he could feel it intuitively, like it was ingrained in his very being.

Still, he wasn’t too worried. As faith in Prophet fell, faith in Nerio would surely rise. Besides... he would never let Prophet truly fall.

The others seemed like they still had something to say, but just then, a sound like something powerful slamming into a wall suddenly echoed. They turned to look—and saw that the kitchen door was now covered in slash marks.

"BANG!"

A sharp chunk of metal pierced through the door—shaped like part of an axe.

"BANG!"

Another strike. The door was instantly blasted apart.

Chef Ethan slowly walked out of the kitchen.

His head was still on his neck... but clearly, Drake had decapitated him earlier!

"CLANG! BAM!"

Drake’s blade had been razor-sharp, impossibly fast, slicing straight through Ethan’s neck. Even the doors bore sharp marks from the arc of that slash.

Ethan caught his head before it hit the ground.

Drake leaped back immediately—too fast. This monster was too fast!

It held its head in both hands... then reattached it to its neck—backward, even.

"Squish... squelch..."

Wet, sticky sounds rang out as Ethan’s head rotated halfway, and then two blood-red eyes behind the paper mask stared straight at Drake and the others.

He slowly stepped forward, and his body rapidly swelled and transformed as he moved.

He stood six meters tall in mere seconds, his bulky body over two meters wide.

The humans before him now looked no different from helpless ants.

"Don’t worry. I’ll send you all out of this castle. That way, Vincent won’t be able to hurt you anymore."

His voice was deep and gravelly, but it carried a tone of concern and pity, like sincere words from the bottom of his heart.

If the group still didn’t realize what was happening, they had no brains left. The real boss was now standing right in front of them—an absolute lunatic with a devout belief in total nonsense.

The axe in Ethan’s hand had grown with him. Under the crystal chandeliers of the castle, it didn’t even glint—because it was coated in blood and chunks of flesh, radiating a chilling, cruel aura. The blade alone was almost as big as a full-grown person.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ethan swung the axe!

"BOOM!"

The heavy axe slammed into the floor, nearly splitting it open. And that was just the beginning.

Immediately after, Ethan’s massive body suddenly launched into the air with speed that left afterimages. He was enormous yet moved like a blur. This monster was downright absurd!

They couldn’t face him head-on. The sheer size difference in weapons alone was already an insurmountable barrier.

If their weapons clashed with Ethan’s axe one-on-one, they might not survive even a single hit! This monster didn’t rely on flashy powers or alien tricks—just pure, raw strength beyond human comprehension!

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