Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 436: Dark Elf

Ariana stared at Nana in disbelief. Nana’s words had clearly insulted her. Yet aside from glaring at her in resentment, Ariana could do almost nothing else. The pain radiating through the nerves in her face seemed to be reminding her just how terrifying the woman before her truly was.

Nana’s foot pressed down on her face, grinding her against the ground, as though all of Ariana’s efforts in the past had finally turned to dust today. As though even if she managed to enter Lumina, so what? She was still a useless person who would always have to swallow her humiliation.

The only one who had not looked at her with disgust... that person was already dead...

Ariana belatedly thought of Silvanus. Clearly, she had hated him, yet her tears still flowed uncontrollably.

Nana loathed Ariana’s hypocritical expression. Who was she crying for now? If it were not for the aristocracy being tightly bound together by power like tangled vines, and filled with so many arrogant people, Nana truly would not have been able to restrain herself from killing Ariana.

With disgust, Nana kicked Ariana aside and then walked out, just in time to run into Matthew, who was about to go in. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

When Matthew faced Nana, he no longer wore the timid, fearful look he once had.

He smiled at Nana, nodded, and then prepared to go inside. Nana only felt a wave of nausea and revulsion.

If she found Ariana disgusting ten times over, then she found Matthew a hundred times more disgusting.

Ariana was a fool. As for Matthew, he was a monster.

She let out a cold laugh. "I misspoke earlier. The person Silvanus must regret meeting most in his life should be you."

Matthew paused slightly, then smiled and said, "A noble who enjoys privileges gained from exploiting commoners, including Silvanus, suddenly can’t stop expressing sympathy now? Nana, you’re truly ridiculous."

Nana snapped her head around, only to see Matthew looking at her as well. He smiled, the light in his eyes flickering, clear and bright. "Silvanus’s ideals were laughable because he always believed that as long as the darkness was destroyed, commoners could live in peace and the world would be harmonious. But clearly, the darkness of commoners was never shadow creatures. It was nobles like you."

After a brief pause, Matthew chuckled softly. "Nana, just wait. When Silvanus returns, I will build an entirely different empire for him."

Nana frowned at Matthew. She said nothing more, only flicked her sleeve and left.

At this moment, the Outer God also shouted angrily, "What do you mean by saying that?! You must continue to grow stronger, continue to grow stronger, not throw yourself into these idiotic schemes!"

"Shut up," Matthew said coldly.

Silvanus, you always think I’m wrong, only because I never explained it clearly to you. Come back soon, Silvanus. I’ve already seen everything clearly now. You will definitely, definitely like my plan... everyone hates you, only I never will...

The Outer God seemed to hear Matthew’s inner thoughts and felt a chill spread through its core.

Matthew was clearly its incarnation, so why did he keep leaning toward Silvanus instead?!

Previously, the Outer God had thought that letting Matthew grow up beside Silvanus would be beneficial for killing Silvanus in the future, but it had never expected this outcome.

Fine then. No matter what Matthew’s ideals were, it would twist them anyway. Just kill the nobles, and then you will see that this world will only descend into even greater chaos. And a chaotic world was exactly what the Outer God loved.

At this time, the celebration ceremony had already begun, and all the important figures were present. Just then, two streaks of light suddenly appeared in the sky. Wings like thin panes of glass yet soft and supple spread open, their edges traced with gold, reflecting the light and casting countless beautiful forms.

The delegation from Eldoria had arrived as well. Almost instinctively, everyone held their breath as they watched this scene. The beauty of the Elves truly lived up to its reputation. Every single one of them was breathtaking, yet each face still possessed its own distinct charm.

Following behind them was a grand palanquin of extravagant design. Its frame was made of fine wood accented with gold, with gemstones hanging all around, clinking softly. It was incomparably luxurious, and under the light it scattered waves of dazzling motes.

They soon descended to the ground. The curtain was drawn aside, and the first thing that entered view was a pair of slender, flawless hands. After that came golden hair braided to one side, adorned with small flowers. Upon his head rested a precious crown, glittering with radiant light.

His attire was magnificent, with long trailing hems and multiple layers of fabric. Each layer was thin and light, making every step he took seem as though it dragged along mist and haze. The wings behind him trembled slightly, and even their patterns were more mysterious and beautiful than any other pair of wings.

A gentle smile rested on his face. Even the sunlight itself seemed to favor him, casting a scene that was bright and exquisitely beautiful.

The students on both sides and the Hunters could not help but exclaim in awe.

"So this is Prince Dorian..."

"He’s really beautiful."

"Nonsense. Aren’t all Elves beautiful?"

"But he’s clearly the most beautiful!"

"And he’s strong too. In the last battle, if not for him, the purge squad wouldn’t have been able to eliminate Silvanus so easily."

Whispers rose everywhere, overlapping and crowding together. It should have been impossible to hear anything clearly, yet the moment the name Silvanus was spoken, Dorian could not help but pause, as though trying to catch exactly what the speaker had said. Clearly, he understood every single word, yet once they were put together, everything became incomprehensible.

Dorian’s sudden stop naturally drew the attention of the other Elves. They could not help but wonder which people were speaking such nonsense and offending their prince.

Dorian had already turned his gaze toward the noisy crowd and asked slowly, "What did you just say?"

The group clearly had not expected Dorian to speak to them on his own initiative. They were so excited that their faces flushed red.

They hesitated a little, but when they realized that none of the other Elves dared to interrupt Dorian, they quickly recounted everything.

"Prince Dorian, perhaps you don’t know Silvanus, but in the previous battle he became Lichina’s successor!"

"That’s right. He was extremely strong and even tried to escape. Even after his soul was shattered by your arrow, he still managed to flee. It was terrifying."

"But fortunately his soul was shattered, so the pursuit squad was able to kill him so easily."

"Who knows whether it was easy or not? Silvanus was famously hard to deal with..."

The voices kept buzzing nonstop. Dorian did not know what was going on at all. What on earth were these people talking about?

Silvanus was clearly a hero. Silvanus should have been the greatest hero here. What successor of Lichina? What soul shattered by him? What being killed? What were these people saying? What were they talking about?!

"Prince... Prince!"

It was as if a voice was calling out from far away, yet Dorian no longer heard anything at all. In an instant, the entire plaza was suddenly overturned by colossal vines larger than buildings, surging and sweeping everything away with irresistible, terrifying force.

At the center, the light around Dorian flickered violently. He clutched his face and collapsed to the ground. The buzzing noise in his head seemed to come alive once more, sharper than ever, more violent than ever.

It was you. It was you who killed Silvanus. It was your power that personally sent your only friend down into hell.

"Prince Dorian!"

The other Elves tried to rush forward, but it was already too late. The powerful shockwaves swept everything aside. In that moment, the figure standing at the center began to change. His skin turned pitch-black. His long hair gradually became a cold, snow-white color. From his flesh, something began to grow.

Terrified screams rang out. In an instant, the feast of beauty transformed into a horrifying scene that struck fear into every heart.

But Dorian no longer cared. His mind could not even form coherent thoughts anymore.

These people killed Silvanus. He also killed Silvanus. Very well then. Be buried together. All of you, be buried together. Go to hell, every last one of you.

A thunderous roar erupted, the violent shock making it impossible for anyone to remain standing. Giant vines pierced through the ground, as if they intended to overturn Lumina itself.

On August 13, Year 298 of the Light Calendar, the beloved prince of the Elves, Dorian, fell into corruption and became a Dark Elf. Lumina was half destroyed, with countless casualties. Beyond that, no one knew what fate ultimately awaited this prince afterward...