Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 28: [Frog] - The Prophet’s Part (3)

The sudden sound of a child's voice echoing through the mountains and forests startled the group. The scar-faced man furrowed his brows and turned to look, only to see a child standing under a tree. The child held a large umbrella made from strange leaves he had never seen before. He had no idea when the child had appeared or how long it had been standing there. They hadn't noticed a thing until the child spoke.

The child widened its eyes at them, looking puzzled.

They had never seen a human inside a dungeon before. They had read the survival briefings on high-level dungeons recently issued by the government—they knew this child was a monster.

The scar-faced man clenched his fists, a red aura enveloping them. He smirked and said, "We're explorers who got lost."

As if completely ignoring the scar-faced man's fists, the child said, "Don't stand in the rain. You can come to my village for shelter."

A long-haired girl in a school uniform among the group asked, "Is something bad going to happen if we stay in the rain?"

The child shook its head repeatedly. "Not good. Rain is bad. Not good."

Saying that it quickly turned to lead the way. Despite being just a child, it moved incredibly fast.

"Shut up and stop talking!" the scar-faced man snarled at the girl before taking the lead. The girl shrank back in fear, scratching her arm instinctively. For some reason, she felt an itch.

[They got caught in the rain immediately—this group is doomed.]

[If they hadn't been so busy arguing and had paid more attention, they would've noticed that kid was here from the start. Ha ha ha. Either way, these people are destined to die.]

[I don't even like watching black ops espers. They are a bunch of brainless idiots. It's not even fun when they die.]

[How long until they all die so the next team can take over?]

Silvanus glanced at the endless stream of comments, quickly jotting down notes. It seemed humans weren't supposed to get wet in the rain, though the exact consequences were still unclear.

Meanwhile, the group followed the child. Since one of the women had already been killed, their team was now down to seven—five men and two women.

They could see the path leading to the village the child had mentioned from a distance. Nestled deep in the mountains, the heavy rain partially obscures the town. The road had turned into a muddy mess, with puddles and rainwater constantly flowing over their feet.

"Boss, there's something wrong with this rain! I'm itching all over!" one of the scar-faced man's subordinates complained, scratching himself furiously as he looked at his leader.

"It's probably acid rain or something. The bottom line is you're just too weak. I don't feel anything!" the scar-faced man growled, annoyed at his subordinate's reaction.

Silvanus watched the live broadcast before him, frowning slightly. If he wasn't mistaken, the rainwater carried something in the mud, clinging to the feet of those inside the dungeon. It had a transparent outer shell with a tiny black dot in the center.

"...Are those frog eggs?" Silvanus muttered.

The humans seemed to notice it, too. Someone cursed in disgust, "What the hell is this? So gross!"

They hurriedly tried to wipe the sticky eggs off their legs, but the substance clung stubbornly. Frustrated, one of them stomped on it. The egg burst quickly, its clear fluid smearing across his skin before being rapidly washed away by the rain.

Since the dungeon was named [Frog], Silvanus was sure it revolved around frogs. Anything related to frogs was likely connected to the dungeon's rules.

Sure enough, the comments kept rolling in:

[After analyzing everything, the first to die will be that scrawny esper with the sly face—no doubt about it. Oh, and that woman is in the housewife outfit, too. The guy with the dyed green hair is also an early goner.]

[These people have no sense of caution, huh?]

[Even if they're black-ops espers, they're just low-level ones. They probably still think they're in an ordinary dungeon like before.]

The group soon entered the village. Through the live broadcast, Silvanus could see the scene before them. The village had an ancient feel, with numerous frog-related designs—large wooden stakes carved with frog motifs and patterns adorning the houses they passed.

Most striking was an altar at the village center. The wooden pillars here were taller than usual, segmented into sections, each engraved with a different frog. Surrounding the altar were five massive stone frogs, all facing its peak. At the moment, the top was empty—nothing was there.

The child led them to the village chief's house.

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The village chief was a young man who warmly welcomed them and assigned them a sizeable vacant house. Inside, there was only a spacious room where they all had to stay together.

"We're supposed to just sleep like this? I'm starving!" the scar-faced man growled.

"We were in the rain for a while... I feel weird. Why does this rain feel so sticky?" his subordinate muttered.

"When was the last time you showered?" Three of them joked casually, but the ordinary humans huddled in a corner, too afraid to speak. They feared the black-ops espers—who could quickly kill them at any moment.

Sure enough, the espers soon began making trouble for them.

"You two, go outside and scout the area!" the scar-faced esper ordered, pointing at two ordinary men.

The two clenched their fists. They knew stepping outside now meant walking into specific danger, but under the scar-faced man's ruthless gaze, they dared not resist.

"But... it's still raining..." one of them murmured hesitantly.

"You won't die! If you don't want to go, I'll just kill you right now!" The scar-faced man slammed his mighty fist into the ground, creating deep cracks and an unpleasant sound.

The two men trembled—whether from fear or anger, they weren't sure. They were furious at their helplessness.

In the end, they stepped out into the downpour.

As night fell, the rain only grew heavier. The two figures soon vanished into the darkness.

"Guess we'll be seeing their corpses tomorrow, hahaha." A short esper cackled.

The girl in the school uniform glared at them with hatred.

The woman beside her suddenly approached the black ops espers at that moment.

She swayed her hips and gazed seductively at the scar-faced man. There was no need for words—her intentions were clear.

"Can you protect me? I'm terrified..." she whimpered, blinking her eyes with a pitiful expression.

The scar-faced man laughed and pulled her into his arms, smacking her hard on the rear, making her let out an embarrassing sound.

"Hahaha! Acting all tough before, weren't you? We didn't even do anythhese women just throw themselves at us, hahaha!" With that, he pushed her down. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two were soon stripped bare.

The girl in the school uniform stared wide-eyed at the scene, feeling nauseous. At the same time, an odd itch crawled over her skin, and she instinctively scratched herself.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her.

She looked down at her leg. Blisters had formed on her skin at some point, turning it red. As she scratched, some blisters burst, releasing a yellowish fluid that dripped onto her fingertips.

She instinctively brought her hand to her nose, and her expression immediately twisted in disgust. The fluid reeked of something foul.

And as it leaked out, the unaffected parts of her skin began to itch. More and more blisters were forming.

Her eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

"What the hell is this?!"