Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 367: Receiving the Inheritance

At this moment, that tall man also walked over. Because he had suddenly become small, everything in Silvanus’s eyes now seemed disproportionately large.

He couldn’t help but frown, full of caution, his whole body tense. But the man simply held out a piece of clothing—perhaps a dress... patched together from scraps of fabric—and said thoughtfully, "Put it on. This is disgraceful."

Silvanus: "..."

Silvanus even felt a flicker of anger. He snatched the patched cloth from the man’s hand and said coldly, "Whose fault do you think that is?!"

Then he quickly put it on. One way or another, he wasn’t going to run around naked.

But Silvanus had misjudged it. The stitching wasn’t tight at all, in fact it was extremely sparse. Every part revealed a bit of skin.

Instinctively, Silvanus glanced behind him—only to see that his rear was poking out through one of the patchwork gaps.

"..." What a seductively styled outfit.

Silvanus could only bend down and pick up his old clothes, planning to wrap himself up a little.

But the moment he lifted them, he froze. They were torn full of holes!

Looking down at the ridiculous thing he was currently wearing, Silvanus clenched his teeth.

He really wanted to leave. Why on earth was he stuck in this absurd place?!

"How is it? Looks nice, right? I spent two days making it."

Just then, the man’s voice sounded again—slightly foolish.

Silvanus paused.

He turned his head, and to his surprise, he could see anticipation in the man’s eyes.

Silvanus paused again before finally sighing and saying, "Thanks. Where’s my cloak?"

As soon as he spoke, the man stretched out his hand. Another piece of fabric lay in his palm. He lifted his chin proudly. "I redesigned it for you."

Silvanus: "..." At least the cloak could cover him down to the ankles. His immediate streaking crisis was temporarily resolved.

Silvanus suddenly sensed something. Instinctively, he raised a hand and touched his ears.

Pointed ears. A small body... Everything had happened the moment that Hobbit’s drop of blood touched his forehead...

As if sensing Silvanus’s confusion, tiny footsteps suddenly sounded from behind him.

Silvanus turned, only to see that the Hobbit had already appeared before him. He was still small, still wearing that perpetually expressionless face.

Silvanus asked softly, "What is going on?"

"You’ve only just awakened your bloodline," the Hobbit said. After a pause, he added, "You may call me Alden, Silvanus."

Silvanus narrowed his eyes. "What is our connection? Do you know anything about Nerio? You do, don’t you?"

Alden paused at that, then shook his head. His voice was gentle. "Don’t ask me anything, Silvanus. When the time is right, you’ll face everything on your own."

"The headmaster of my academy is also named Alden," Silvanus murmured, as if remembering something.

Alden showed no particular reaction. He only said quietly, "He’s a good child."

Silvanus: "..." A child?

He couldn’t help asking, "Just how old are you?" Then he continued directly, "I’ve awakened now. Take me outside."

Alden shook his head. "Don’t worry. Time flows differently here compared to outside. And awakening is only the first step. You need to receive the inheritance of the Hobbit race."

Silvanus paused, stunned as he looked at Alden. "Me?"

"You want me to become stronger so I can rescue you one day, don’t you? Just like Nerio?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Silvanus didn’t trust Nerio, but too many things had happened.

But Alden only shook his head. "I don’t need you to rescue me. This world only imprisons the strong. I’m not as strong as they are."

They?

Before Silvanus could say anything, Drake suddenly growled from the side, "Master is the strongest! You mustn’t say such things! With me here, you are absolutely the strongest!"

The ground even trembled slightly beneath his stomp.

Silvanus could only stare speechlessly at him. Alden spoke again, "He is Drake, my Sentinel."

Silvanus froze. He had already suspected it during their clash, but hearing that Drake truly was a Sentinel still felt surreal—because Drake looked precisely like a real person.

Sensing Silvanus’s awe, Alden spoke softly, "Once you receive the Hobbit inheritance, you’ll be able to create something like this as well."

Silvanus froze, lifting his head to look at Alden. He murmured, "The Hobbit inheritance? Why me?"

Facing him, Alden’s golden eyes shimmered with a cosmic light, as though he were gazing into the very river of fate. "Because this is the destiny you must walk."

Alden spoke a great deal about fate, about destiny, though Silvanus didn’t fully understand.

Even so, he didn’t mind receiving something that would make him stronger.

In an instant, Silvanus’s spirit surged with energy.

He clenched his fists. "Fine." He looked around, but aside from a golden forge and a Drake, there was nothing else here.

Silvanus glanced back at Alden and asked quietly, "Where is the Hobbit inheritance?"

Alden’s eyes remained as deep and beautiful as ever. He lowered his gaze toward Silvanus, the corners of his lips lifting just slightly. He touched his own head with one finger. His expression didn’t change, yet the gesture made him look almost childish.

Silvanus heard him say, "Here."

The Hobbit inheritance was their very brain.

"Every Hobbit needs a forge, Silvanus. But you’re different from the rest. You yourself are a forge. As long as you master everything, you’ll be able to create whatever you desire—grand enough to rival the empire our people once built..."

Alden was undoubtedly an excellent teacher. Silvanus never feared making mistakes; he was like a black hole, devouring every bit of knowledge without restraint. His mind had never been this sharp—not because he used to be foolish, but because he now existed on an entirely different level.

So this was the brain of a Hobbit. Truly extraordinary. Their brilliance had a perfectly valid reason.

Silvanus had once worried about time, but now he lost himself in learning, forgetting everything else.

Meanwhile, outside, night had fallen. A campfire crackled as the Hunters gathered around it, warming themselves.

After the Sentinels fell dormant, their mission had progressed far more quickly. If nothing unexpected happened, they would be heading home tomorrow.

But Silvanus still hadn’t emerged. Everyone had more or less accepted that he was dead.

Nana didn’t care much about that. She glanced at Sylus, smiling as her eyes gleamed with mockery. "Silvanus was the headmaster’s favorite student. Instructor, seems like you’ll have a lot to explain when we return."

Sylus frowned at her. "That’s not how you speak to someone older than you—and your instructor, Nana."

Nana laughed and stood up. "Age? Please. Only status matters here. You’re talking to the future heir of the Aurellan family. A cardinal is only fit to serve a Saintess as a servant, and yet you think you can talk down to me?"

With that, she flipped her long hair and strutted back to her tent. She bullied those weaker than herself for no reason at all—simply because it pleased her.