Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 435: Nana

Vivian burst into laughter. "You will resurrect me, Silvanus. When you find the path to the city in the sky, that will be the moment I awaken again..."

With the little strength Silvanus had left, he truly could not stop Vivian.

"Nick!" Silvanus let out a low roar, though to anyone else it sounded no more than a weak, breathy rasp.

Nick hurried forward, as if to pull Vivian away, but at that moment, Vivian’s mouth had already reached the teeth of the skull.

Vivian felt deeply unfairly treated. Until the very moment of her death, she had not even been able to see Silvanus’s face one last time.

It did not matter. They had already made a promise...

Vivian thought silently as her body slipped downward.

There was no dazzling light at all. The instant Vivian touched Silvanus, a powerful surge of soul energy flooded in, repairing Silvanus’s soul completely in the blink of an eye, leaving not a single crack behind.

At the same time, Silvanus’s body began to transform. Flesh grew rapidly, black hair falling slightly past his shoulders. His eyes were pitch-black, his skin deathly pale, carrying a cold hue as if it would never again be touched by sunlight, even bearing an almost corpse-like chill. In his palm now lay Vivian’s small, cold body.

Everything happened far too quickly, so fast that Nick did not even have time to react.

By instinct, he looked toward Silvanus, only to see him silently staring at Vivian, as if simply continuing to look at her might bring her back to life.

Of course, that would never happen. Still, not a single tear fell. Silvanus looked almost dazed. Perhaps Vivian’s words had taken effect. Perhaps Silvanus had already begun thinking of a way to resurrect her.

Nick thought this to himself, unaware that Undead did not cry, because they had no tears.

Silvanus remained like that for an unknown length of time, until Nick’s stomach suddenly growled once more.

The corner of Silvanus’s eye twitched slightly as he slowly turned his gaze toward Nick.

Nick laughed awkwardly and scratched his head.

Just then, Vivian disappeared from Silvanus’s palm. He had carefully stored her away.

No one knew what Silvanus had been thinking, nor what decisions he had made in his mind.

Nick only knew that Silvanus’s expression was icy cold, as if his facial muscles no longer moved at all. Perhaps it was because he was an Undead, and so even expressions had vanished from his face.

Nick thought to himself. At this moment, Silvanus was also rummaging through his spatial storage and took out food. What appeared was a huge chicken leg.

Nick’s eyes widened as he accepted the chicken leg. He was just about to take a big bite when he suddenly stopped, then offered it back to Silvanus, smiling as he said, "You eat first. You’re still injured..."

Despite his words, his eyes were fixed on the chicken leg, saliva practically about to drip from the corner of his mouth.

Silvanus shook his head. "I don’t eat."

That made sense. Silvanus was not human anymore.

Nick thought so and immediately took a huge bite. The chicken leg was truly enormous. If it had been a whole chicken, it would probably have stood nearly half a person tall. Nick could not help thinking to himself, brimming with excitement, "You even keep food in your storage. That’s amazing..."

"They were Vivian’s snacks," Silvanus said softly, and Nick felt his throat tighten.

Silvanus looked at him in confusion. "Eat. Without Vivian, there’s no one to deal with them."

Nick felt a deep pang of sorrow. "You can treat me as Vivian’s replacement if you want. I don’t mind."

Silvanus truly could not understand how Nick’s mind worked, much like how he sometimes could not understand Vivian either.

He only said quietly, "No one can replace Vivian, and no one can replace you either, Nick. Everyone has a meaning that makes them special to me."

Nick fell silent.

Clearly, there was no expression on Silvanus’s face, yet Nick felt this weighed heavier than if Silvanus had burst into tears.

At least if Silvanus cried, Nick would know he was releasing his emotions. But now, it was as if all feelings had been forcibly pressed down.

Perhaps they needed a drink. Nick thought to himself, deciding that once they made it out of Chaosland, he would definitely drag Silvanus along to try some beer, to see whether beer in the Land of Darkness tasted any different from beer in the Land of Light.

But then again... did the Land of Darkness even have beer? Legend said that even if it did, there would only be bones and skulls, barren ground littered with gravel.

Nick sank into his own thoughts, while Silvanus, off to the side, had already begun to read Lichina’s notes with focused attention.

Outside Chaosland.

The campaign to eliminate Lichina had concluded with great success. The team sent to hunt down Silvanus also returned bearing news of victory. Although no one had seen Silvanus’s remains, there was no denying that the darkness had been completely eradicated, as if a new, peaceful future had been opened for the Land of Light. This tremendous achievement even temporarily eased the ever-fermenting tension between the nobles and the commoners.

On this day, a grand celebration banquet was held in the main square of Lumina, inviting all warriors with outstanding merits to gather and be honored for the glory of the continent.

Dorian, who had achieved great military merit in this assault, was naturally invited as well. He could hardly wait to see Silvanus and was even allowed to leave earlier than scheduled. As for rewards and commendations, Dorian did not care much about them at all.

The scenery outside was indeed very different from Eldoria, but from an objective point of view, Dorian felt that Eldoria was far more peaceful and prosperous than Luminous.

Still, this was the place where Silvanus had grown up. He could not help wondering which places Silvanus would take him to.

At this moment, in the preparation area for Lumina’s students.

All the students who had participated in the battle against Lichina were being commended, while the names of those who had fallen would be engraved on the great monument in Lumina’s memorial grounds.

Ariana excitedly adjusted the emblem on her chest.

Just then, the surrounding noise suddenly quieted somewhat.

Ariana could not help feeling that something was off, until the clear sound of footsteps cut through the crowd and stopped precisely behind her.

She turned her head instinctively, and sure enough, she saw Nana standing there.

After the previous battle, Nana had been severely injured and had remained in recovery until today, when she finally returned. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, revealing sharp yet beautiful features. Her amber eyes were like those of a cold-blooded beast, staring icily at Ariana, so much so that Ariana felt as if Nana might pounce at any moment and tear out her throat.

She instinctively stepped back a little and glanced around. The moment she sensed Nana locking onto her, the others also retreated by instinct, even those who usually joked and laughed with her.

She pressed her lips tightly together, about to say something, when Nana spoke first. "You have five seconds to get the hell out of here."

Almost the instant Nana finished speaking, the others exchanged looks and hurriedly left. Ariana was no exception. But at that very moment, a flash of light suddenly exploded beneath her feet. The heat pierced through her clothes, nearly making Ariana think she had been burned.

She screamed sharply and stared at Nana in disbelief. "What are you doing?! Magic is forbidden in the Academy!"

"Why did you testify against Silvanus like that that day?" Nana suddenly asked, making Ariana freeze.

She burst into laughter, her eyes bloodshot. "Like that? What way is that supposed to be? I was only telling the truth. Silvanus’s blood can indeed the barrier!"

Nana said coldly, "Without Silvanus, you would forever be nothing but the despised illegitimate daughter of the Samson family. You would never have become a student of Lumina."

Nana’s words struck straight at Ariana’s sore spot. She screamed, "So what?! Silvanus should have protected me! He was the one who brought me here. He should have paid attention to me instead of letting me—"

"Slap!"

Before Ariana could finish, Nana’s slap sent her face snapping to the side. Her head rang violently. Fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and a clear handprint appeared on her pale face.

"Ungrateful." Nana said slowly. "I really wish he could see this disgusting side of you. But that’s fine. Maybe he’s already started regretting ever meeting you."

Silvanus would regret it... regret meeting me?

Ariana clenched her fists in silence. As if she had lost her mind, she lunged at Nana, clearly intent on risking everything.

Nana kicked her away without hesitation. Ariana lay on the ground clutching her stomach, her voice filled with hatred. "Just you wait, Nana. I won’t let you off. The Samson family won’t let you off either..."

Nana curled her lips, lifted her foot, and ground it down on Ariana’s face with contempt, the heel leaving behind a dirty scuff mark.

"Do whatever you can, you bastard."

She had plenty of time to crush them, to make these people understand what it meant to live worse than death.