Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 350: The Tree That Had Never Stood Straight Begins to Lean
The last image lingering in Silvanus’s mind was Nerio’s razor-sharp claws descending at blinding speed.
Immediately after, he jolted awake, springing up from the bed.
Silvanus gasped for air, eyes darting around. It took him several seconds to realize he was in the infirmary—the same bed he’d been placed in the first time he was brought here.
He exhaled deeply, pressing a hand to his forehead. His heart was pounding so fast it felt like it might leap out of his chest before finally starting to calm down.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed, followed by Ariana’s excited voice:
"Silvanus! You’re finally awake!"
Silvanus looked up and saw Ariana skipping in first, with Matthew beside her, his head slightly bowed, eyes filled with concern.
Silvanus eyed him and asked, "What’s with that face? You look like you’re on your way to my funeral."
Matthew shook his head quickly. "No, I just... I was worried about you..."
Ariana waved her hand dismissively and laughed. "Matthew’s been crying his eyes out outside! Anyone who didn’t know better would’ve thought you were about to die for real."
Matthew blushed, looking embarrassed, and said nothing.
Ariana plopped down beside Silvanus, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh my god, Silvanus, you actually defeated Thomas!"
"Nothing special," Silvanus said, tilting his chin up, unfazed. "How long was I out?"
"It’s already night," Ariana replied, then quickly added, "We should totally celebrate! You earned it!"
Silvanus waved her off, getting out of bed casually. "No need. Let’s go—if you keep being noisy here, we’ll get scolded again."
Ariana stuck out her tongue and laughed, happily trotting after him.
Matthew hurried to follow as well.
Silvanus had recovered entirely—whether it was thanks to the doctor’s powerful healing magic or simply because his injuries hadn’t been that severe to begin with, he couldn’t tell.
He glanced at Matthew, frowning slightly. "Seriously, what’s wrong with you?"
Matthew’s expression was strange—vacant, almost dazed—and he kept staring fixedly at Silvanus.
The moment Silvanus raised his voice, Matthew pressed his lips tightly together as tears spilled uncontrollably down his cheeks.
"I... I’m useless, aren’t I, Silvanus? If I weren’t so weak, you wouldn’t have had to step onto that death match arena..."
"Then get stronger," Silvanus said flatly. "Besides, I’m not complaining about it."
As he spoke, he rapped his knuckles hard against Matthew’s head in mild reproach. "Can you stop overthinking everything? You waste all your energy on pointless stuff. That’s why you’ll never grow taller."
"I’m off."
They’d reached the point where they had to part ways. Silvanus turned around and waved casually as he walked away, his figure unhurried and confident.
Matthew stayed where he was—Silvanus was already used to it. He knew that once Matthew worked through his own internal issues, things would return to normal again.
Matthew stared blankly at Silvanus’s retreating back. Just get stronger? That’s all I have to do, right?
He murmured to himself, the words buried deep within his heart, never escaping his lips.
At last, he took his first step onto his own path.
A hazy golden light shimmered through the trees ahead, casting shadows that obscured Matthew’s view.
Lowering his head, he whispered softly, "I want to become stronger too. I’ll have that chance... won’t I?"
"I am here to give you that chance. You will be the main character."
A mysterious voice echoed deep within his heart, answering the unspoken wish that Matthew had carried all this time.
Meanwhile, Silvanus returned to his room. The moment he shut the door, he heard a faint thump, thump, thump from the corner.
The fragile little egg gave a weak hop, then rolled unsteadily toward Silvanus’s feet. His foot accidentally nudged it, sending it wobbling a bit before it went still, looking almost lifeless.
Silvanus frowned. He bent down and picked up the egg, the chill seeping through its shell making him pause in surprise.
His eyes widened as he gently shook the egg. "Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong with you?"
He infused it with a warm, gentle glow. As soon as the light enveloped the shell, the egg let out a faint cheep-cheep and wriggled comfortably, rubbing itself affectionately against Silvanus’s palm like a spoiled child.
Silvanus nodded. "So you really do need someone to keep you warm, huh?"
He couldn’t help but recall how this foolish egg had destroyed the others just to find a home—it was both cruel and pitiful.
With an almost generous air, Silvanus declared, "From now on, you don’t need to go looking for a nest. I’ll hatch you myself!"
The egg bounced slightly, as if cheering Silvanus on.
And Silvanus truly kept his word. Whether he was eating, sleeping, or doing nothing in particular, he always held the egg in both hands, continuously channeling light into it.
If anyone knew about this, they’d probably be horrified—because no one could sustain magic for that long. Overusing Flux could lead to severe consequences. But Silvanus seemed perfectly fine, still full of energy, even hopping around in class as usual.
The first week at Lumina passed by smoothly, and Silvanus was quite pleased. For one, he no longer had to sleep on the streets—definitely a plus. The food was good, and the lessons were so simple they bordered on crude.
And after the incident with Thomas, those who’d wanted to pick fights with Silvanus had started to think twice.
For once, Silvanus was living the peaceful days he’d always longed for.
As usual, he opened the door—but this time, the familiar rolling sound didn’t greet him.
He raised an eyebrow and stepped inside the room. "You stupid egg, are you an egg or a pig?"
Sure enough, the egg was lying neatly on its pillow. Silvanus tilted his chin slightly. "Come here and act cute a little, maybe I’ll forgive your laziness."
But the egg didn’t move.
Silvanus frowned. He couldn’t really tell if the egg was actually asleep or not—usually, whenever he spoke, it would respond somehow. The silence now felt strange.
Thinking that, he approached and picked up the egg with both hands. Only then did he feel the unnaturally low temperature—it was as if he was holding a block of ice rather than an egg!
His eyes widened, and he immediately infused it with light, patting it gently. "Hey, what’s wrong? Come on, wake up!"
He had even come back earlier than usual today—this egg was completely unreasonable! Did it need to be incubated by an animal or something? But humans were animals too! Why on earth was this egg so damn picky?!
Clenching his fists, Silvanus furrowed his brows, stubbornness flashing in his eyes. No matter how much light he poured in, the egg remained cold and lifeless.
His hands trembled slightly, and his face grew dazed—as though he was finally confronting a truth he didn’t want to accept.
Sniff... Silvanus’s face scrunched up, his expression suddenly that of a child his age.
He pressed his lips tightly together, sniffling again and again, his eyes red but dry. No tears fell, only that unyielding stare fixed on the egg in front of him.
"If that’s the case... then why didn’t you just find something else to hatch you, you idiot..."
He muttered under his breath.
Crack!
A faint sound broke the silence—so soft it could have been imagined.
On the smooth shell of the egg, a tiny, almost invisible fracture had finally appeared...
