Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 23: [The Glutton] – The Prophet’s Part (END)

Silvanus stared at the countless mocking comments, his expression emotionless—until he saw the system notification.

[Your divine identity is under heavy suspicion. Quickly solidify your position and earn more Acting Points!]

Silvanus had anticipated this, so he wasn't too surprised. His cold expression sharpened with an unprecedented determination.

The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived...

Drake was so enraged that his fury nearly consumed his entire mind, especially after Prophet suddenly vanished.

No matter how strange or weak Prophet had seemed, he had still been a god who had helped him in times of trouble. And yet, in the end, he had run away. What a pathetic display!

Drake could hardly accept that someone so utterly useless had once spoken words that touched his heart and awakened him from his rage—someone he had once wanted to fight alongside.

"Hah, good riddance. At least he won't have to see me like this..."

Drake knew that he was nothing more than a hideous, terrifying monster right now.

Besides, even if Prophet hadn't left now, he would've left when Drake died anyway. What, was he supposed to be angry that Prophet wouldn't get to witness his grand finale? Ha... what a joke.

Drake let out a self-mocking laugh.

With a furious roar, he slashed at the monster. It was now covered in countless tentacles, many burning to ash. Half of its body had already disintegrated, but it was still regenerating.

Drake wasn't going to let it regenerate anymore!

Silas, you'd better not come looking for me too soon!

His charred hand began to sprout scales, growing denser and denser. His eyes darkened, the blackness spreading rapidly, about to consume his entire sclera.

"Stop."

A slow, familiar voice suddenly echoed in his mind at that moment.

Drake instinctively froze. The scales on his hand stopped growing.

At the same time, countless tentacles lunged at him. He flapped his wings and dodged swiftly.

The attack only made him angrier.

The scales continued growing. He didn't care why Prophet's voice had suddenly appeared in his head—he let out a furious roar:

"Get the hell out of my head—"

Before he could finish, a blinding golden light suddenly burst forth, shielding him.

It was so intense that even Drake had to squint. The monster instinctively shrank back.

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From below, Jessica shouted, "It's Prophet!"

Ron and Fiona recognized him, too.

[What the hell? Is it Prophet? Didn't he run away?!]

[Why did he suddenly show up? What's he planning?]

[Could Jessica be right? Is Prophet going to take down that monster?]

[I bet he's just going to die for nothing.]

[Shut up! Prophet, move forward!]

Drake's mind had finally cleared. He stared at Prophet's floating figure before him and muttered,

"What the hell are you doing...?"

But Prophet didn't answer.

He locked eyes with the monster, which glared back at him warily. Yet, its mouth was dripping with saliva, as if it could barely control its hunger—ready to pounce on Prophet the moment it got the chance.

"Growwwww!"

The monster let out an earth-shaking roar. Its body suddenly vanished at terrifying speed, leaving behind countless afterimages.

"Damn it, this thing still has a final move?!" Fiona cursed from below.

"Watch out!" Drake suddenly shouted. Scales rapidly grew across his arms—he had seen the monster's proper form lunging straight for Prophet!

But at that very moment, something unimaginable happened. Prophet's cloak and long hair billowed despite the still air, and the massive golden eye embroidered on the back of his robe suddenly lit up, radiating a blinding glow. Drake instinctively stepped back, shielding his eyes.

Behind Prophet, a colossal clock materialized out of thin air! Standing before it, he looked smaller than ever.

"Ding!"

A resounding chime echoed through every corner of the dungeon.

At that instant, Prophet raised his hand. The monster, which had been moving at terrifying speed, abruptly froze. Its countless eyes seemed to struggle, flickering with rage and insatiable hunger.

But it could no longer move!

The hands of the massive clock behind Prophet began spinning counterclockwise.

"Aaaaaa!"

The monster gasped as countless numbers swirled around it, and clock hands pierced through its writhing body. Golden light flooded the darkened sky, leaving everyone in stunned silence as they watched in disbelief.

The creature's massive body contorted, rapidly shrinking at an astonishing pace until it became a mere wisp of dark energy—before finally dissipating into thin air like smoke.

"The monster's time has been reversed!" Outside the dungeon, Frank cried out.

He wasn't the only one. Every observer was left speechless. A creature of such terrifying power had been reduced to dust in mere moments.

What kind of power was this?!

Drake felt his throat go dry, unable to utter a word as he stared at the overwhelming sight before him. He wanted to say something, but at that moment, the dungeon's sky and ground trembled violently—not from the monster, but because the dungeon itself was about to collapse.

[Congratulations, humanity, on completing the mission! Boss detected as eliminated. Dungeon [The Glutton] will now be permanently closed. Countdown to dungeon closure: 10, 9, 8...]

The system's voice rang out.

Drake looked at Prophet. The massive clock behind him was gradually dissolving into a flurry of numbers.

Just then, Prophet turned his head.

Drake's eyes widened slightly. The bandages that once covered Prophet's eyes had vanished, revealing a pair of cold, golden irises. Against the dark sky, those luminous golden eyes seemed to glow.

Blood streamed from his eyes, carried away by the wind. Yet, he didn't even bother to wipe it away.

He gazed at Drake, but at that moment, countless humans—and even beings from other worlds who were watching—felt as though that calm, indifferent gaze was directed at them.

An unnatural hush fell over everyone.

"Prophet!"

Drake suddenly shouted. The dungeon was about to close, and his body slowly returned to normal. He flapped his wings, trying to fly toward Prophet.

But he wasn't faster than the system.

In the blink of an eye, Drake vanished from the dungeon.

At the same time, Prophet disappeared, leaving only that intense golden radiance—like a ray of sunlight piercing through the dungeon's darkened sky.

Piercing through humanity's darkened sky.

The dungeon collapsed. The barriers surrounding it faded. The overcast sky above the capital cleared, no longer shrouded in an apocalyptic gloom.

"We... we won..."

Somewhere on the streets, a human muttered in disbelief.

"We won!"

Another person suddenly shouted, and the next instant, countless people burst into joyous celebration, hugging each other in relief.

In the observation room, Frank exhaled deeply. The others slumped back into their chairs, exhausted. It was the first time they had relaxed since [The Glutton] had opened.

Everyone had thought that [The Glutton] would mark the beginning of humanity's descent into hell—and that they would lose their greatest hero, Drake.

But in the end, they had won.

They had won.

All thanks to that god...

"Find Priest Silvanus immediately! No matter what it takes, bring him to headquarters!" Frank ordered urgently.

"Understood! I'll go at once!"

Frank clenched his trembling fists.

Perhaps... they had indeed found humanity's salvation.

Prophet.

The gods.

A power beyond anything humanity had ever imagined.