Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 465: Reunion

At night, the moon hung high. Silvanus sat in the flower garden, lifting his head to gaze at the moon above, not even knowing what he himself was thinking.

Just then, the sound of footsteps suddenly rang out. Even so, Silvanus did not turn around. It was only when Nana sat down across from him that she spoke, "Care for a drink?"

Silvanus cast her a sidelong glance. Nana was currently wearing only a nightgown, with a thin gauze cloak draped over her shoulders, exactly the same as how she had looked at the seaside at night. Her everyday attire and her sleepwear truly differed greatly.

Silvanus smiled faintly. "What exactly are you trying to numb?"

Hearing that, Nana could not help saying, "Or maybe I drink simply because I think it tastes good."

Good wine? Silvanus was certain he would never be able to feel that. Nana curled her lips in mockery. "Right, I forgot. You can only eat sweet things."

Silvanus did not mind in the slightest as he said, "I’ve eaten things you could never imagine, Nana. I’m just a commoner who clawed his way up from the dust."

Nana paused for a moment. Then she suddenly took a deep breath, as if mustering all the resolve of her life before speaking. "I’m sorry, Silvanus. I’m sorry for what I said."

Silvanus looked at Nana in surprise. That expression of his made Nana feel her face heat up, an unavoidable wave of embarrassment surging through her. Especially when Silvanus even burst out laughing. "What was that? You spoke too softly. I didn’t hear a thing."

Nana frowned, her hand quietly clenching into a fist, her entire face icy cold, as if she were ready to kill Silvanus on the spot.

Silvanus could not help laughing. "Looks like you’re still the same. I’m really happy for you."

Nana snorted coldly and said nothing more. After a long while, she spoke again. "Where have you been all these years?"

She wanted to ask more. She also wanted to know how Silvanus had managed to escape from Chaosland.

But Silvanus did not answer. Instead, he asked her in return, "And you chose to cooperate with someone hunted by the entire world. You’ve always walked your own road alone, haven’t you?"

"Being chosen by Lichina was never your fault, Silvanus," Nana said softly.

Silvanus said nothing more. Nana wanted to ask where Vivian had gone, but she felt that perhaps it was better not to ask.

Vivian, who had always stayed by Silvanus’s side, was gone. There was no need to think to know what had happened. The two of them said nothing, merely sitting beneath the moonlight. It seemed that this was how things had always been between them. If not for cooperation, there would have been nothing to bind them together at all. The person was right before her eyes, yet felt even more distant, so far away that Nana seemed as though she would never be able to reach him again.

...

The capital, Luminous, was now shrouded in a tense atmosphere. The factions had already been clearly divided, and even within Lumina itself, everything was steeped in stalemate.

The Headmaster issued a decree that students and Elders of Lumina were not permitted to choose sides in this conflict, declaring that Lumina would remain neutral. Anyone who chose a side would be permanently expelled from Lumina, regardless of whether they were a student or an Elder.

Yet despite the threat of expulsion, many people still disregarded everything and threw themselves into their ideals.

Among them were many students, as well as a few Elders.

Even the students who remained within Lumina did not enjoy any peace. The tension between the Nobility and commoners had risen to its peak, further freezing the relationships within Lumina.

Outside, both sides were already prepared for a true decisive battle. The Nobility were surrounded in the center of Luminous, while countless ordinary people stood encircling them, rising up for this uprising led by the Church.

The number of commoners was clearly far greater than that of the Nobility, but the Nobility possessed some of the most powerful generations of mages and did not appear weak in the slightest. At present, the Church had not truly stepped onto the stage, instead applying pressure through various forms of rhetoric, such as urging the Nobility to submit and surrender, to support a single ruling authority, the Church, and promising to uphold the interests of the common people.

However, the commoners who participated in this uprising were all people who had undergone purification. Their loyalty to the Church was so immense that they were willing to fight without needing any tangible benefits at all.

The two sides stood locked in tension, completely unaware that a third party was seeking to insert itself into this war. A force that belonged to none of the existing powers, merely waiting to seize an advantage in this war of the century and establish a different order for the world.

The next day, Dorian finally woke up. He only felt his vision suddenly become astonishingly clear. His head was a little dizzy and muddled, yet there was none of the pain or crushing sorrow he had felt before.

He frowned, wondering what kind of life he had been living.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he immediately tried to sit up.

Only then did he notice the weight pressing against his chest, along with a kind of breath that felt slightly cold.

Dorian blinked in a daze. All he saw was a young boy lying face-down on top of him. The boy had a head of white hair, with a striking blue-tinted tail, and looked to be not even six years old.

Dorian’s mind reeled as fragmented memories surfaced. It had truly been too long. He could only remember that he had gone to visit Lumina, and then... then, Silvanus...

Recalling this made a sharp pain explode in Dorian’s mind. His heart felt as if it were being crushed until fresh blood spilled out. He stared wide-eyed, his breathing turning chaotic once more, all kinds of sounds echoing right beside his ears.

"The scent of darkness is really unpleasant."

At that moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out. Dorian abruptly saw a small hand waving in front of his eyes. He froze for a moment, and in that instant, all the clamorous sounds in his head seemed to be brushed away by that small hand.

The boy had already sat up. He frowned in puzzlement as he looked at Dorian, then suddenly smiled faintly. "I am Nerio."

Nerio?

Dorian did not remember ever knowing a boy like this, but his mind gradually cleared a little. He remembered now. He had met Silvanus. It was Silvanus who had brought him back to this state.

"Nerio, where is Silvanus?"

Dorian directly supported Nerio and sat up, placing him on the edge of the bed. Nerio glanced at Dorian’s exposed shoulder and chest and could not help saying, "You look like my tea tree."

Dorian looked at him with some confusion. Nerio continued, "Very white."

Dorian: "..."

This snow-white child was actually praising someone else for being white?

Just then, the sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, followed immediately by a graceful voice. "Oh, you’re finally awake, little sapling."

Dorian lifted his head and saw a woman with a voluptuous figure walk in. Her face was so beautiful it felt unreal, a perfect blend of gentleness and allure.

Dorian almost instantly pulled the blanket up to cover himself, his face completely expressionless.

Yet that expressionless look of his was not cold like Dorian’s nor dangerous like Cain’s. It was more like he did not belong to this world at all, with an indescribable sorrow hidden in his eyes. It gave the impression that even the slightest offense would be a form of blasphemy.

Seeing Dorian cover himself like that, Cain could not help teasing him. "Looking like this really makes me want to strip you clean."

Dorian felt as though he must have misheard. He stared blankly at the woman before him. Not only did she not leave after seeing him naked, she even said something like that. Was this really... really okay?

Facing Dorian’s gaze, Cain found it amusing. He closed the door behind him and stepped forward. At the same time, his appearance began to change. A height nearing two meters gave him an overwhelming presence. A pair of dense black wings spread from his back. His perfect body was wrapped in a long robe, buttoned all the way up to the neck. Clearly a fallen being, yet deliberately presenting the most holy façade. Beside him even floated a book, its cover inscribed with ancient, sacred characters.

He lowered his eyes to look at Dorian and smiled faintly. "Do you remember me, Dorian?"

Dorian blinked as he looked at the tall man before him, unable to hide his confusion. Had he really met this person in the past?

Clearly not.