Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 31: [Frog] - The Prophet’s Part (6)

Silvanus realized that he couldn't remember anything except that he had lived a different life in another world. It seemed like he had once been famous, and perhaps he had possessed something special, but it was now a blur in his mind, as if a colossal wall stood in his way, impossible to overcome.

[Perhaps you've only forgotten a little. One day, you'll remember everything.] The system's voice echoed.

Silvanus let out a laugh, his anger boiling over. "Ha ha, don't joke with me. If I've forgotten who I was, then who am I?"

The system fell silent. Silvanus clutched his head. It was strange—he had never even considered forgetting his past life. He had just arrived in this world, not even a month ago!

Just when Silvanus thought the system would remain silent forever, it suddenly spoke again:

[You are Silvanus, the god who has, is, and will continue to save this wretched world.]

Silvanus lifted his head, unaware that, for a fleeting moment, a golden glint flashed in his emerald-green eyes. The change lasted only an instant. He blinked, then let out a sigh, quickly adapting to everything.

At this point, he had no choice but to do his job well. The system was full of strange inconsistencies, but perhaps, one day, he honestly would remember everything. Hopefully...

—

At that moment, inside the dungeon, as soon as Silas finished speaking, the child turned to look at them with lifeless, dead-fish eyes, utterly devoid of expression.

But this time, it spoke: "It's going to rain soon. Why are you all still outside?"

At the same time, a system pop-up appeared before every human in the dungeon.

[You are explorers who ventured deep into the forest out of curiosity. Unfortunately, you were caught in a dangerous landslide, and the only path down the mountain has been blocked. The rescue team will take seven days to reach you. Mission: Survive until the village's sacrificial day!]

The mission had changed!

Everyone realized it almost immediately. The previous group's mission had been to survive for seven days until rescue arrived. But now, their mission was to survive the village's sacrificial day!

Seeing the word "sacrifice" was enough to send chills down their spines. There was a high chance that they were meant to be sacrificed! Realizing this made everyone's expressions darken.

Silas looked at the child and said, "We are explorers who heard about your village's culture. We found it fascinating and wanted to study it, but we got lost. Could you take us to the village chief?"

The child, seemingly as naive as any ordinary kid, showed no signs of wariness toward strangers. Hearing Silas's words, its face brightened with enthusiasm. "That's right! Our village's culture is truly sacred. Come with me quickly—it's going to rain soon!"

With that, the child hastily led the way, moving at the same quick pace as before.

Soon, they arrived at the village. The ground beneath their feet was solid now, but they knew that this place would turn into a muddy swamp with just one downpour.

The village houses were packed closely together. Everything looked the same as when they first arrived—except for the increasingly gloomy sky and the sacrificial altar at the center of the village, now adorned with colorful strips of white, red, and blue fabric tied to small bells. The wind carried the sound of the bells through the air, making the already eerie atmosphere even more unsettling.

The child led them to the village chief's house. After saying something, it quickly grabbed an umbrella and left.

The moment they stepped into the chief's house, heavy rain poured down outside. Not a single villager was out in the open. And those who did have to go out were covered up, as if afraid that even a large umbrella wouldn't fully protect them from the rain.

"I never thought there would come a day when outsiders would take an interest in our village's culture," the village chief said with a smile. "I'm happy to welcome you. You are free to stay and conduct your research. But when you publish your findings, write well about our village."

The village chief's voice drew everyone's attention.

He was a young man with a friendly smile and an air of intelligence—quite an unusual sight, as it was rare for a village chief to be so young.

"I'm Gon, the village chief. It's a pleasure to meet you all. This is my younger brother, Gray."

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As he spoke, he shook hands with everyone while pulling forward his taller but seemingly timid younger brother to introduce him.

Silas hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he stepped forward to shake hands with Gon and Gray on behalf of the group. No one knew if this act would lead to contamination, but it was necessary to test things out—to uncover as many rules as possible.

However, when Silas shook Gray's hand, he couldn't help but pause briefly. Though it was barely noticeable, Drake caught onto it immediately.

At that moment, Gon spoke again. "Our village will hold its annual sacrificial festival in a few days. You could write about that. It would be great if it attracts more visitors to our village! Our worshiping traditions are truly sacred!"

He seemed no different from a devoted village chief eager to promote his home, even though the village was hidden deep within the jungle.

Silas smiled and said, "Then it would be helpful if we could learn more about the god you worship."

Gon nodded in agreement but quickly let out a troubled sigh. "But it's too late now. You should all get some rest. We can continue this conversation in the morning, okay?"

The group knew that even if they said "no," it wouldn't make a difference.

Damian glanced outside and said, "But it's raining. Can't we stay in your house for the night?"

Gon shook his head, his expression turning stern. "Outsiders are not allowed to sleep in the village chief's home. That's the village's rule. I'm truly sorry. There's an umbrella over there—you'll have to make do and squeeze in under it."

After showing them their designated lodging, Gon turned and walked back into his room, not allowing them to argue further.

Drake looked at the relatively large umbrella, but it could only cover two people at most. He picked it up and tossed it to Alice, one of Silas's team members. "Cover yourself and that girl over there."

The team had three women: Alice, a short woman with short brown hair, and another woman with a high ponytail and dramatic makeup—the dark esper's companion.

No one objected to Drake's decision except for the woman with the high ponytail, who immediately protested sharply: "Hey, that's blatant favoritism toward your team! I want to be covered, too!"

They had all witnessed the horror of what happened to those caught in the rain last time. This woman had killed people before, had even enjoyed it—but now that she was the one facing death, she was utterly terrified.

Even the dark esper standing beside her didn't object. They believed that if they couldn't get the umbrella, no one else should either.

Damian frowned at them, his eyes burning with fury. "You still have the nerve to say that? Do you think you deserve special treatment? You're not even human anymore. You'd be imprisoned for your actions if you weren't espers!"

"I might as well execute them here and now," Drake said lazily, stepping forward. Every step he took made the two dark espers shrink back in fear.

"Calm down." Silas's voice suddenly rang out.

"The distance from here to our room is short. With an esper's speed, you won't get too wet. Use something else as a cover. Arguing will only waste time and make the rain worse." His voice was calm and measured.

The two dark espers, already terrified of Drake, quickly dropped the matter upon hearing Silas's words, acting as if everything had been settled.

Drake scoffed at them. "Pathetic rats." With that, he casually stepped out into the rain, leading the way forward without hesitation.