Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 446: Cain

Asta stared blankly at the two red dots on the paper and hurriedly wiped his nose.

Damn it, Asta. What kind of beauty haven’t you seen before? If you go to bed like this later, you’ll end up being disliked by Marax.

Just then, a soft rustling sound suddenly rang out. A fragrance drew near, and then a pristine white handkerchief gently wiped away the bloodstains on Asta’s face that he hadn’t managed to clean up.

Asta blankly lifted his head, only to see Marax smiling at him. In an instant, his already flushed face turned even redder.

This was seriously too embarrassing.

He hurriedly said, "It’s just because the weather is too hot, that’s all..."

A demon getting a nosebleed because of the weather being too hot, no matter how you thought about it, sounded completely unreasonable.

Asta started scratching his head again.

So stupid. Couldn’t you come up with a more appropriate excuse?!!!!

Marax let out a soft laugh. "The air here is indeed a bit hot."

She placed the handkerchief into Asta’s hand, then sat down across from him.

Marax didn’t expose or mock his foolishness. Asta looked at Marax and only felt that she was completely different from anything he had ever encountered before.

Can a demon really be this gentle...

At this moment, Marax was already dressed in gorgeous yet modest attire. Her hair was tied up and styled with a hairpin whose tail spread out like a tree branch, shimmering like mother-of-pearl.

Only her legs were still boldly exposed when she crossed them or walked. One could see that the golden ring on her thigh had been changed again, but no matter what, it only made Asta feel that she was unbelievably beautiful.

Marax looked at Asta’s dazed expression and suddenly smiled lightly, saying, "Why don’t we have a little chat?"

A chat? A chat? Is this the foreplay?!

He hurriedly nodded. "O-of course..."

Marax smiled, and Asta stared blankly again, the feeling of simping about to spill out.

Just then, Marax said, "Then tell me about the journey you and your friends have been on."

Friends? Marax was probably referring to Nick and Silvanus.

Thinking of the greedy look Nick had cast at Marax, Asta could not help but frown inwardly and quickly said, "They can’t really be considered friends. On the way here to see you, I happened to come across them in trouble. They were being chased by Baratos. As someone with a sense of responsibility and kindness, I naturally couldn’t just leave them there without helping."

Asta lifted his chin slightly and continued, "However, that bigger guy truly has a prejudice against me. It all stems from jealousy, so you don’t need to believe any of the nonsense he spouts."

Asta did not even want to mention Nick’s name. This was perfect. From now on, even if Nick dared to flap his mouth in front of Marax again, he would have every reason to smear him. Marax would never believe Nick’s words. Hah hah hah!

"Oh, they were being chased by Baratos? Then our little Hobbit wasn’t hurt, was he?" Marax asked again.

Hearing this, Asta could not help but pause for a moment. Thinking about how Marax seemed to care a great deal about Silvanus, yet facing her smiling face, he could not think any further and quickly said, "Silvanus wasn’t hurt. He was just exhausted from creating too much iron. He’s probably already resting now."

Hearing this, Marax stood up. She bent down and gently touched Asta’s face, giving it a light pat. "Then you should rest as well. You must be very tired after such a long journey."

Asta watched that hand lightly brush past his face and then leave, almost making him instinctively want to chase after it. In the end, he restrained himself and could only stare blankly at Marax’s retreating figure.

Wait a second, so he was in Marax’s room, all by himself!

Good heavens, was Marax really not afraid that he might do something perverted?

Asta instinctively looked at the clothes Marax had just changed out of and subconsciously swallowed.

The night was quiet. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Baratos returned to his citadel in a fury.

That bastard truly possessed frightening power. Baratos was caught off guard and was swept far away by the gemstones, almost all the way to the edge of the demons’ territory. Fortunately, he did not reach the Undead Sea.

He had to fly for a full day and night before he could return to his citadel. By then, his heart was filled with rage, and he only wanted to tear apart anything in front of him to vent his emotions.

However, the moment he opened the gate and stepped inside, he immediately saw a figure sitting atop the statue of the citadel.

That’s right. Every citylord’s main citadel had a statue of themselves, yet only Marax’s citadel had its statue perpetually shrouded.

A billowing skirt gently swayed in the wind, and hair white as snow seemed to glow beneath the moonlight.

She leaned slightly to one side, the curves of her body revealed in a way that nearly caused Baratos’s fury to transform into something else entirely. He exhaled scorching breaths, his overly full body trembling, yet he still needed to reclaim his authority first.

"How dare you. Is the citylord’s statue something you are allowed to sit on? Get down here and beg, and I might spare your life!"

Of course, Baratos had never met Marax before.

There were strict rules regarding citylords visiting other citadels. Unless there was urgent business, citylords were best off remaining in their own citadels rather than knocking on another’s door, as such an act would be considered a declaration of war.

Marax smiled at Baratos. "There’s no need to worry about such things. After all, after today, you will no longer be the citylord of this place."

Hearing this, Baratos could not help but frown.

But at that very moment, his eyes suddenly widened. He abruptly retreated backward, raising his hand to summon his weapon, but Marax was faster.

Before Baratos could finish summoning it, Marax had already appeared before him. A pair of wings manifested behind her at the same time, and pitch-black feathers shot forward like arrows, piercing straight through Baratos’s body in an instant. Fresh blood sprayed everywhere, yet Marax evaded it completely.

Baratos did not even manage to let out a single cry of pain. His body collapsed into a pile of rotten, pulpy sludge, exuding a foul, bloody stench.

Marax’s wings instantly returned to their pure white color. She gently stroked her wings, her gaze tender as it fell upon the ground, as if what lay there was not a disgusting heap of decayed flesh, but her lover instead.

"An ant like you dares to dream of touching him?"

Marax said softly.

Then she raised her hand. From the rotting mass before her, a completely new body rapidly formed. Another Baratos appeared, a perfect copy, except that this one would never again dare to pursue a hobbit.

After finishing everything, Marax dissolved into countless points of light and vanished, coming swiftly and leaving just as swiftly.

She returned and gently opened the door to Silvanus’s room.

At this hour, Silvanus had already gone to sleep. Hobbits were diligent creatures, yet they needed to replenish even more energy than humans. Even so, the moment the door opened, he opened his eyes at once.

Seeing that it was Marax who entered, he frowned slightly, then closed his eyes again and continued sleeping, his expression completely indifferent.

Seeing this, Cain could not help but chuckle. He sat down by Silvanus’s bedside and said softly, "You never told me you would appear in such an adorable form, my Master."

Silvanus looked at the beautiful face before him and said quietly, "Cain?"

Cain smiled with narrowed eyes, like a cunning fox, yet his words were incomparably sincere and gentle. "That’s right, my lord. It seems you have gone through countless hardships to reach this place."

He extended his hand. "That’s only natural. To obtain a rose, one must pass through many thorns."

Silvanus fell silent. If Cain were a rose, then it would surely be growing from a field of corpses.

Seeing Silvanus say nothing, Cain scratched his own chin. "Look at me, Master. Am I not beautiful? Or do you prefer me in a male form? Does gender truly matter that much, when you clearly created me this way..."

Silvanus covered his face. Back then, when he created Degenerate, he had been thinking about the need to attract attention in a livestream room. He had never known they would become independent existences.

But now, there was nothing he could change. He only turned his head away and said with a hint of weariness, "Awaken my bloodline. This hobbit body cannot endure a life of wandering."

Cain smiled and raised his hand. Fresh blood flowed out automatically in an instant. "As you wish, my Master.