Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 343: Kirin Is Innocent, but Kirin Cannot Prove It

Chapter 343: Kirin Is Innocent, but Kirin Cannot Prove It

Even after Silvanus stepped down from the high platform, Matthew could still feel his hands trembling uncontrollably.

From the side, Ariana raised her voice, "I’ve never heard of anything like this before. Silvanus—why is someone like him even among us? He’s on a completely different level!"

Silvanus descended with a cheerful air. The noble students, led by Nana, glared at him in irritation. They were envious—or simply furious—but there was nothing they could do.

Because Silvanus had gone first, no matter how bright the following lights were, none could draw attention anymore.

After all, who could possibly produce such a dazzling, ever-shifting sphere of light?

Silvanus definitely wasn’t human. He was a monster.

The Headmaster had seen the spectacle as well. The other Elders watched Silvanus in awe. One of them murmured, "Could it be that a true legend will appear among the Humans? Headmaster, should we report this to The Church?"

The Headmaster waved a hand dismissively. "If they are truly all-knowing, they’ll find out on their own."

The other Elders exchanged looks but dared not say more.

When it was Ariana’s turn, the light that appeared was green—just as expected. Nana went right after her. The moment her hand touched the orb, the lingering green light was immediately overtaken by a brilliant golden glow.

Nana stared at the shining golden light. She should have been delighted, but when she thought of Silvanus’s radiance, she felt only irritation.

Her light... was far too dim compared to Silvanus’s.

"Magi," Walther’s deep voice echoed. Nana withdrew her hand and turned around, only to see the boy who had been quietly trailing behind Silvanus step forward.

Nana couldn’t help but click his tongue. As she walked past, she deliberately brushed her shoulder against Matthew, causing Matthew’s body to immediately sway, nearly making him fall flat on his face.

Laughter rippled through the crowd below. Nana smiled faintly at Matthew and said softly, "Sorry, I usually don’t bother paying attention to the dust."

Matthew’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t bring himself to say a word. He could only grit his teeth and continue walking.

Nana looked at his timid appearance with disdain.

It made sense, she thought. Commoners should look pathetic. Silvanus was the rare exception...

But just as that thought crossed her mind, a powerful burst of light and energy made her freeze mid-step. Murmurs and gasps erupted all around.

The orb beneath Matthew’s hand shone with a radiant gold—so bright it seemed even stronger than Nana’s own.

Nana’s teeth clenched. Impossible! How could this be? Why is everyone stronger than me?!

Matthew stared in shock at the scene before him, but the first thought that crossed his mind was that his light was only one color—gold.

That’s right. His orb shone with a single golden hue, while Silvanus’s had shimmered with countless colors.

As expected, no one could surpass Silvanus.

Matthew returned to his seat. Ariana still seemed dazed, eyes wide as she looked at him, suddenly doubting her earlier judgment.

Matthew—maybe Matthew wasn’t as useless as she’d thought.

"Matthew, that light was powerful! I told you, your Light affinity isn’t bad at all! You’re definitely going to be amazing!"

As she spoke, she clasped both his hands, shaking them excitedly.

Matthew pulled back, his face reddening slightly. "I... I’ll try harder," he murmured.

He glanced toward Silvanus, only to find Silvanus looking right back at him, asking, "What did Nana say to you earlier?"

Matthew froze, lips pressed together, too embarrassed to answer.

"She’s the kind who cares too much about appearances. If you make a fuss, she’ll be the one getting angry." Silvanus studied Matthew’s timid look, then waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it. Just focus on learning and getting stronger. In the end, settle it with a good fight."

Ariana blinked in disbelief. Was Silvanus seriously encouraging Matthew to fight Nana someday?

Either way, the class selections were finally complete. Those who entered the Magi class were all those with strong Light affinity from the start.

As for Silvanus’s thoughts, he found studying much duller than he had imagined. Most lessons were filled with "strange" knowledge.

Spells, for example. Why bother chanting when you could just attack directly? Then came lectures about the great families and the complex web of power across the continent.

With his limited vocabulary and patience, Silvanus could only feel a headache coming on.

He noticed that the lecture mentioned Nana’s family—the Aurellan Clan.

It was said to be a family blessed by Light, carrying its essence in their very blood. From birth, their heirs possessed an exceptional command of Runes and a Flux capacity far greater than ordinary people.

Ah, Flux—that was something Silvanus had just learned. It referred to the energy within a Mage’s body, the source that sustained their magic. When too much magic was used and the Flux had no time to recover, it would deplete entirely, leaving the Mage drained and powerless.

Silvanus couldn’t help recalling that drained, suffocating feeling when he’d fought the Merfolk.

As he thought about it, the Merfolk’s image surfaced once again in his mind.

Ah, that moment when he’d cried—he really did look pitiful. He seemed younger than Silvanus and even smaller than Matthew.

Meanwhile, in the icy realm sealed off from the outside world—

The once-still lake suddenly rippled violently, and moments later, Nerio emerged from beneath the surface. His long hair was still wet, yet it didn’t cling to his face; droplets of water gleamed on his skin like scattered diamonds.

Before Kirin could say a word, Nerio’s tail lashed out, smacking the creature’s face to the side with a sharp crack that sounded like bones about to snap.

"So noisy! I told you not to bother me again!"

Kirin tumbled over, groaning in pain. The sight made Nerio pause for a moment, wondering if he might have used too much force.

Since that day, Nerio hadn’t left the lake once. Kirin had lain on the shore crying and whining endlessly, as if it were truly the most pitiful being alive. The noise had gotten so unbearable that Nerio finally gave it a good beating. Only then did Kirin quiet down—but even so, Nerio refused to come ashore, determined to ignore it completely.

He had thought Kirin would stay quiet, but as he dozed, a strange voice kept echoing in his mind—calling to him over and over, as if trying to pull his very soul away.

Nerio was furious. Kirin was becoming increasingly outrageous. Was it refusing to listen to him now? Was it rebelling?!

Looking at Kirin crying pitifully on the frozen surface, Nerio frowned. "I told you to stop making noise."

Kirin’s tone was genuinely innocent. "I didn’t even open my mouth, my lord!"

Nerio’s brows furrowed tighter. His youthful face was lovely, yet his expression was as cold as ice. "But I heard a voice. Are you saying I was mistaken?"

Kirin stammered, "...Of course you’re not wrong, but—"

"No buts. Who else but you could speak to me through the soul? Don’t make me angry," Nerio said flatly. Without waiting for another word, he sank back beneath the water’s surface.

Kirin was left speechless. "..."

It really was innocent, alright? Completely innocent!