Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 336: A Strange Dream

Silvanus’s figure suddenly vanished from the surface of the lake. Nerio’s eyes widened in shock, his brows furrowing as he turned toward Kirin.

The massive Kirin immediately folded its legs and lowered itself onto the ice, bowing its head toward Nerio. "If the Heavenly Tea is truly destroyed, when you calm down later, you’ll only feel even more sorrow."

Nerio stared at Kirin for a long moment. Then, with a sudden flick of his tail, he struck the creature hard across the face. The sharp crack echoed through the air, and two of Kirin’s teeth flew out.

"You only want to save that human," Nerio said coldly. "I’m always the cruel one, aren’t I? Get out of my sight."

With that, he arched his back and dove straight into the lake.

Kirin paced anxiously along the shore, emitting low, mournful sounds that almost resembled sobs.

.

Moments earlier, when Nana and the others were teleported out through the portal, Silvanus’s figure had disappeared before all of their eyes.

Nana had sworn she would kill Silvanus once they escaped, but when she opened her eyes, his silhouette was nowhere to be found.

Several Mages had arrived to escort them back.

Nana cast a glance at Ariana and Matthew, then pushed aside the Mage who came to receive her and strode directly toward the Headmaster.

"Headmaster, where is Silvanus?" she demanded.

The Headmaster’s expression was grim and heavy. He met her gaze and replied slowly, "It seems he was pulled to another location."

Matthew, who had been about to leave, froze. Ignoring the people trying to stop him, he ran toward the Headmaster and shouted, "Headmaster! Then—is Silvanus safe?!"

The Headmaster shook his head, signaling for the Mages to escort Ariana and Matthew away.

One of the Mages beside them frowned and said sternly, "Stay seated in the viewing stands. If you don’t, you’ll be expelled from the venue."

Ariana and Matthew had no choice but to stop.

Less than an hour remained before the arena would close, yet Silvanus still hadn’t appeared.

Matthew glanced toward the Headmaster and the Elders. They all shook their heads with expressions of regret—but none of them seemed inclined to take any action.

He could hear the murmurs spreading through the spectators, people whispering that Silvanus was probably dead. Dead? Impossible!

Would he really be accepted into Lumina... while Silvanus... Silvanus wouldn’t—he couldn’t—be gone, right?

Matthew’s heart pounded so hard it hurt; maybe it was from how terrified he was.

Just then, Ariana’s voice broke through his thoughts. "Matthew, what’s wrong with you? Your face is completely red..."

Startled, Matthew looked down, stammering, "No... I—I’m just really worried..."

Hearing the tremor in his voice, Ariana leaned closer and patted his back softly, trying to comfort him. Though her tone carried little hope, she still whispered, "Don’t worry. Maybe Silvanus really is okay."

Matthew could almost feel the corner of his mouth twitch. He was anxious—terribly anxious. He honestly didn’t want Silvanus to die. But right now, all he could do was cover his mouth, trying to hide the way his lips were threatening to curve upward in front of everyone.

His eyes shimmered with moisture, tears welling up uncontrollably.

Matthew didn’t even understand what was happening to him. He was happy—he knew that much. His heart was racing, but not from fear—from excitement.

And yet... he didn’t want Silvanus to die. He really didn’t want Silvanus to die...

Just then, a sudden uproar swept through the arena.

Instinctively, Matthew looked up—and was instantly blinded by a blinding flash of light, so intense he had to squeeze his eyes shut.

It was as if a miniature sun had descended into the center of the vast stage—no one could look at it directly.

When the light finally faded, Silvanus’s figure appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Blood covered his body; his clothes were torn and frozen stiff, and he was shivering violently from the cold.

Whether by coincidence or fate, Silvanus’s gaze met Matthew’s directly.

Matthew’s mouth fell open as he shot to his feet.

And then—Silvanus’s eyes rolled back, his body giving out as he collapsed unconscious.

"Silvanus!"

Matthew shouted, sprinting onto the stage. Ariana quickly followed, casting healing spells as she knelt beside him. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The crowd’s noise roared around them endlessly—but Silvanus’s consciousness had already sunk completely into darkness...

"So you’ve finally arrived."

"They’ve been waiting for you... for such a very long time."

"Go find them. Hurry and find them. It’s your destiny..."

What the hell was that noise? It was so damn loud!

Half-lost in delirium, Silvanus felt a flicker of irritation at the intrusive voice.

Suddenly, countless images flashed through his mind—a vast, unbreakable sheet of ice, and within it... another figure, staring straight back at him.

Immediately after that, the scene shifted again. A thick, viscous darkness coiled around him like a trap from which there was no escape. Yet beyond that darkness blazed a searing light, so blinding and hot that no one could ever step near it.

High above, a figure appeared—split in two. One half was swallowed by endless shadow, the other writhed painfully within the burning light.

Then, without warning, both light and darkness surged toward Silvanus, engulfing him completely. Just as he felt himself being swallowed whole, something gentle pulled him back—soft green sprouts wrapped around his body, enclosing him protectively.

Moments later, those "sprouts" unfurled—like a pair of wings.

Silvanus struggled to open his eyes, trying to see the owner of those wings. But everything before him was shrouded in a dense mist.

He reached out, stubbornly attempting to brush the fog away—but the mist only thickened, growing heavier and heavier until even the faint light ahead was smothered in black.

All around him stretched the silhouettes of broken, dust-covered machines; warriors who once stood proud now lay as nothing more than relics of ruin.

And then, the last thing Silvanus saw was a pair of radiant golden eyes glowing in the darkness—like the eternal power core of some colossal machine that could never be extinguished.

The same voices echoed in his mind again and again, like a haunting incantation he couldn’t silence.

Be quiet... Be quiet! Be quiet!

"Be quiet!"

In the infirmary, a loud shout suddenly broke the silence. Silvanus jolted upright from the bed, mouth open as he screamed the words that had been pounding in his skull. His throat was so dry and raw that the single cry felt as though it tore him apart from the inside.

"Silvanus! You’re finally awake!"

Matthew’s voice rang out, filled with excitement. He immediately threw himself forward, wrapping Silvanus in a hug. Ariana, standing just behind him, exclaimed joyfully, "Thank goodness! You’ve been unconscious for two whole days! Your wounds had already frozen over, but you still wouldn’t wake up—you scared us half to death!"

Two days...?

Silvanus shook his head hard, as if trying to shake off the fog in his mind. Matthew quickly handed him a cup of warm water.

Silvanus drank it all in one go, then held out the cup again. "Another."

Matthew nodded hurriedly and went to pour more.

Only then did Silvanus notice that he was clean, dressed in a pale blue robe—so light it was almost white.

He looked around and saw that the room was stark white, filled with others resting quietly in their beds. One of them noticed Silvanus’s gaze, lifted a thumb, and gave him a grin.

Silvanus: "?"